<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:45:25.565-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='baby food'/><category term='Help'/><category term='teeth'/><category term='Doctor'/><category term='funny'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='cupcackes'/><category term='books'/><category term='Baby Rome'/><category term='interesting'/><category term='belly'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Pics'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Capri'/><category term='oops'/><category term='Tot School'/><category term='smartie pants'/><category term='hair'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='hint'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='spring'/><category term='family'/><category term='Food'/><category term='free stuff'/><category term='Bath'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='poems'/><category term='big boy'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='names'/><category term='coupons'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='blankie'/><category term='Food Storage'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='party'/><category term='Gospel'/><category term='quote of the day'/><category term='today&apos;s favorite'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='relaxing'/><category term='Valentines'/><category term='question'/><category term='Yay'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='daddy'/><category term='Mommy'/><category term='Rome'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='new years'/><category term='sweet'/><category term='house'/><category term='bibs'/><category term='ganga'/><category term='Playing'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='emergency'/><category term='Swimming'/><category term='my faith'/><category term='cards'/><category term='snow'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='tucson'/><category term='Josh'/><category term='mischief'/><title type='text'>Josh and Jocie</title><subtitle type='html'>Notes from the Perotti Family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>250</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-8614107736467103368</id><published>2011-12-10T19:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:00:04.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hint'/><title type='text'>Countdown...</title><content type='html'>I put this on Facebook and Josh shut me down. Whatever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It could have been for Capri who got her cast off yesterday. Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a big family dinner tonight. I gave my Dad a card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had a cute turtle on the front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ten tiny fingers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ten tiny toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nine months to wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to arrive Aug. 2012"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perotti #3 is on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I hope my hints were a little clever. It made me feel better to hint my secret to the blogging world. I am terrible and keeping my own secrets!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-8614107736467103368?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/8614107736467103368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=8614107736467103368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8614107736467103368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8614107736467103368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2011/12/countdown.html' 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Capri is stinkin' heavy! (and stinky or maybe its just my nose) Lucky she gets her cast off Friday! 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-9030351376681607805</id><published>2011-12-02T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T15:58:56.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hint'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the Countdown begins.....8 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-9030351376681607805?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/9030351376681607805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=9030351376681607805&amp;isPopup=true' 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term='emergency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><title type='text'>Break A Leg Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyO0qEaCHIM/TtMWDSBjgVI/AAAAAAAAE4M/OwU4eByMWtc/s200/DSC06900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679907800678105426" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting in the Emergency Room, See her leg really doesn't look broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf26XF0IpWw/TtMZVWhiVjI/AAAAAAAAE6c/mI9-Tyc4n14/s400/sc017143df.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679911409658517042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3t8_qKdp4w4/TtMWDhCGJvI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/fmTKNC7nTRY/s200/DSC06901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679907804706907890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping after x-rays and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7I8wkipuRU4/TtMWEMd3oqI/AAAAAAAAE4k/3H7JCIyWmd8/s200/DSC06902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679907816366121634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from inside an Ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyJUz1LL2BQ/TtMWEd3MQ5I/AAAAAAAAE4w/_6_3Jjou0dg/s200/DSC06904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679907821035733906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Surgery, My Pretty Red Spica Cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--amB603y4iw/TtMWEzZgHLI/AAAAAAAAE48/fiynb7iCxf4/s1600/DSC06906.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--amB603y4iw/TtMWEzZgHLI/AAAAAAAAE48/fiynb7iCxf4/s200/DSC06906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679907826816785586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still Smiling! (kids are Amazing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tuFfMpZW4dc/TtMWwrISkfI/AAAAAAAAE5I/ELeVTgNesYo/s200/DSC06907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679908580511355378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't tell, but she was so happy to be out of bed and really wanted to sit in her car seat. It was also the first time she sat up in 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--1VjPzSa1Y8/TtMWxFQ6snI/AAAAAAAAE5U/wEVQOotQ6AA/s200/DSC06908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679908587526861426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping in Mom's couch bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WT9XdnZiIrQ/TtMWxX8nOAI/AAAAAAAAE5c/mLN15o1waGo/s200/DSC06909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679908592541972482" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating lunch with Aunt Gloria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--hfXpzyk5B0/TtMWxrt60xI/AAAAAAAAE5w/p0qRfPn7B_U/s200/DSC06911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679908597849051922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying 'bye to my friend Sherida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFtbq2EtbF8/TtMWywdzeZI/AAAAAAAAE54/qpHya-9jcFA/s200/DSC06912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679908616303507858" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Capri's sweet ride around the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHHz9HVcS78/TtMXGssjRjI/AAAAAAAAE6E/DKqIkjwquhk/s200/DSC06915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679908958889002546" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4Jr1i12fd0/TtMXGxOJVhI/AAAAAAAAE6U/xJuvcH3tiqs/s200/DSC06916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679908960103650834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the airplane, ready to be home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-8758246665602464852?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/8758246665602464852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=8758246665602464852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8758246665602464852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8758246665602464852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2011/11/break-leg-pictures.html' title='Break A Leg Pictures'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyO0qEaCHIM/TtMWDSBjgVI/AAAAAAAAE4M/OwU4eByMWtc/s72-c/DSC06900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-6667806333125166807</id><published>2011-11-20T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:12:19.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emergency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tucson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Break A Leg</title><content type='html'>Yes, I lost all the baby weight. Yes, we moved into a new, big, fabulous house. Yes, I am way behind. Now, onto last week. It is super long, so be warned.&lt;div&gt;We drove to Tucson this last week to see Josh's sister before she moves and to go to the Utah vs. Arizona football game. We got front row seat and it was so much fun! We had a big party for Lyndsey and saw lots of family. Then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put the kids to bed early so we could get up early and drive the 12 hours home. The kids got up once and got shooed back to bed by Grandma and Grandpa. I heard Capri crying so I went to check on her. I found her rolling on the floor crying. Nothing big right? I thought she just got scared. I asked Rome what happened and he said she fell. So, I rocked her and then Josh rocked her. I went to shower and he laid down next to her and put her to sleep. I showered and got ready for bed and actually slept for an hour when I heard her crying again. I went down and was a little concerned that she hadn't moved. She is a huge wiggler when she sleeps. She kicks and rolls and pats your face (if she happens to be in bed next to you). Well, she had not moved. She was flat on her back and every time she tried to roll, even a little, she would cry. I got her to calm down and went upstairs to bed. She kept crying. Finally, I woke up Josh. We talked and I brought her upstairs. She was still whining and holding her left leg out at an angle. She would pat her leg and say, "ow." Nothing terrible right? We took off her pjs and looked at her leg. It didn't look swollen or anything. I opened her diaper and it looked a little bigger then, but still not very noticeable. We woke up Josh's Dad, the PE teacher, for a official opinion. He said it might be hurt, especially because she cried when you touched or straightened her left leg, and we should take her in just to be safe. We still didn't think it was very serious. I took her to the ER down the hill and Josh stayed to sleep, just in case we still left for home in the next 4 or 5 hours. We didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was driving, Capri whined when I went over bumps, but wasn't too bad. I carried her into the ER carefully, filled out the paper and we only waited 2 minutes to be called back. I met a nice male nurse who took care of us while we were there (and in between all the other patients. I think he was the only one there, but I was really tired) He looked at her and then a nice nurse practitioner looked at her. They looked and touched her leg (she cried), called for some tylenol for pain and an x-ray. We waited. They brought in a portable x-ray machine and took 3 or four shots. They were even really quick developing them. Then, they upped the pain medicine to morphine and I knew there was a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't remember what time it was, but I do remember the feeling in my stomach and thinking, "Uh-oh. Crap. We are going to be here a while." I got to meet the old lady doctor who showed me the x-ray and the huge crack in it. A spiral femur break to be exact. And one going down, but she didn't name that. Yea, I could clearly see it. I can't believe all she was doing was patting her leg and saying, "ow." Then they said we would get to go in an ambulance to the pediatric hospital where they would cast it and maybe send us home the same day or keep us for 2 days.  Nobody knew. I called Josh and told him. He wasn't very happy about it, but neither was I. I think that was around 2 or 2:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were going to cal for the ambulance, but no hurry because the pediatric doctors didn't come in until 7 am. Well, we waited. And waited and waited. I cuddled Capri and got her to sleep and I tried to sleep huddles over on the edge of the tiny padded table she was sleeping on. Finally and 3:30 I got up and asked the nurse. He said he forgot and would call them now. Yea, that would be nice. The guys came and we rode in the ambulance to Diamond Children's Hospital. It is brand new in Tucson and pretty cool. I only noticed most of the stuff when we were (so happy) leaving. That was about 4 am. I asked the second ER people (I met at least 10 here) if I could have some food and they brought me a sandwich, some chips and juice. They checked Capri out and got her some more medicine. I kept asking if we could turn the lights off so she would sleep and maybe I could to, but they never did. They also told me we might be able to go straight to surgery (They need to knock her out to set her leg) and get out. That didn't happen either. We were admitted to the hospital and moved upstairs to a room. I met more doctors and nurses and techs and helpers and residents than I could ever remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At about the 24 hour mark of being awake, things start getting fuzzy. I know I did it. I held Capri's hand and tried to lay down when she slept, but didn't get to with al of the checking and questions. I got to talk to a social worker and police officer who filed a report about it. Just standard for this kind of break. Of course it was after Josh and his Dad visited and left and we discussed how my time frame was way off. Yea, that really helped me keep my story straight. It didn't matter because the Police had to go to the house and talk to Josh and take pictures. Fun. We were supposed to go down to surgery in 45 minutes. I called my friend Sherida to see if she could get someone to come down and give Capri a blessing. My Mom suggested the Missionaries and so they got called and came to visit and give her a blessing. I felt better after that. Like things were going to be okay no matter how it went. Eventually Josh came with Rome and his cousin Ray. Ray drove me and Rome back to the house and got me some food. I was starving and its lucky he drove because I could hardly walk by then. I think it was around 1:30 pm and I only had a 10 minute nap. I think they finally took Capri for surgery before I went to sleep at 2:30, but I am not sure. I slept for 2 hours and Josh called to say she was out of surgery so I got Rome ready and we went back to the hospital. I picked up some stuff from McDonald's. One hamburger and soda for Josh, two chocolate shakes for me and Rome. It should have donned on me to get food, but lack of sleep is really a killer. I saw Capri's cast for the first time and cried. My poor baby! My friend Sherida came to visit and brought Capri a baby doll and Rome a robot. She is the best (and she gets better!) Also lucky for us, Josh's Aunt Susie brought us an entire Boston Market dinner. It was so good! And so nice to eat together, even though Rome didn't really eat and Capri was asleep in the crib. It just felt good to be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that lovely meal, well during it actually, we discussed how to get home. Josh was supposed to be working Tuesday. We decided that He would drive the 12 hours home with Rome and I would try to fly home after they let Capri out of the hospital. Whenever that may  be. So, I drove back to the house to get what I need and to pack up everything else for Josh. (so he didn't forget anything) I headed back to the hospital and we switched. I kept a car seat for Capri and he took Rome and the car. They headed out early Tue. for home. I stayed another night in the hospital. I asked the nurses to let me sleep and they did a pretty good job. I got up super early because Capri woke up, 5:45. It was okay though. I ordered breakfast and it came around 6:30. I started asking the nurses (and whoever else came in) when we could be released and what I needed to do. Capri was doing well. I had some sleep. I wanted to go home, or at least leave the hospital with my baby! I talked to the social worker, the surgeon (or one of them) for 30 seconds, the head pediatrician, and the occupational therapists. Everyone said that somebody else had the magic answers of what to do with her. Really nobody knew. Luckily she kind of fit in her car seat and all they did was put a hospital blanket and towel behind her to prop her up. Technical right? Anyway, a nurse came and gave her a sponge bath. I moved her onto my little bed and we both tried to sleep for a while. I slept maybe 10 minutes when the x-ray guys came to take her down for x-rays. That took a while and the poor girl kept crying and just wanted me to hold her. When we came back up to our room, Josh other Aunt Gloria had come to visit and brought me lunch! I still had some food left over from breakfast for Capri. It was just a salad and a sandwich, but it was great to have some real food from home. Well, Gloria stayed through the last doctors and nurses and techs. They brought a portable x-ray machine to check Capri's ribs to see if they had missed anything. They didn't. (Glad they checked, because you can do so much for that. Bleh.) Then, we got to leave! Gloria drove us way up north so we could stay with Sherida. (She also picked my Mom up from the airport and drove her up there too, at 10 pm!) It was so good to get out of the hospital! Oh, we stopped by my In-Laws house and picked up the food from Aunt Susie and Josh had left when he drove home. It turned out great because it was just enough to feed Sherida's family and me on the busy night I crashed at her house. It was also still delicious. I got Capri settled in her bed on the floor and then Sherida and I went to store to get her pain medicine. I went to sleep when we got home and barely woke up when my Mom got in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were supposed to get up early (6am) to make the first flight, but my mom checked when she got in and it was full, so we slept in. It was nice to shower and put on clean clothes. We packed and got everyone in the car and Sherida made us a fabulous lunch. We went to the airport and got on no problem. We had then switch our seat so that we were not in the very front. You can't have toys or snacks at your feet there. My Mom even kept Capri occupied for a bit so I could get a little nap. We had a layover in SlC and made some friends with a girl and boy just returning from their missions. It helped to make the 3 hours go by faster. We had a wheelchair for Capri. Technically I was supposed to sit in there with her, but we propped her up and just pushed her around. It kept her entertained. We made it home to Grand Junction at 6 pm Wednesday night. It felt like it had been weeks since Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom stayed the rest of the week and my Dad flew in on Friday. They were going to come visit anyway because they were running a marathon on Sat. I let them help whenever they could. It was really hard to mentally manage at home. Capri was cranky and upset that she couldn't move and do what she wanted. I was tired and having a hard time dealing with it. My sister Jenny and brother Cam even drove down for the day Sunday to see her. Monday everyone was gone. I had to take care of Capri by myself until Josh came home to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been doing okay since then. It is still hard to entertain her and mentally tiring when she throws a fit. She doesn't know what she wants and you just have to find something to do. Bathing is very difficult. Josh helps, even though Capri usually screams for me anyway. I am so glad Josh is helping so much. I feel like she is in a cast and can't move, but my independence is gone too. The word "Mommy" has taken on new feeling. She says it so often that I want to run to her and make her all better and run away and hide at the same time. I hate that she is broken, but I hate it more that I couldn't stop it and protect her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has an x-ray Tue. to see if everything is staying in place. She will probably be in a cast for 6 more weeks. We are dealing with it. There isn't anything else to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-6667806333125166807?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/6667806333125166807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=6667806333125166807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6667806333125166807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6667806333125166807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2011/11/break-leg.html' title='Break A Leg'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-998757986139207545</id><published>2011-05-29T20:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:27:57.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait Weight</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to lose weight. I know it takes time. I got a gym membership. I paid an arm-n-leg for my Mom's trainer. He is wonderful. I lost some, but I am stuck. I am so close to my goal of 155, my pre-pregnancy weight. After I workout my scale says 156 and sometimes (if I am lucky that day) 155.6, but usually 158. Ugh. Blech!&lt;div&gt;Its not that I mind the diet. I like most of the stuff I am eating and I am not hungry or starving all the time. I just miss all of the "other" foods that I am not supposed to eat. Like...oh...cookies, cake, ice cream. I don't want to eat them all the time. I am just so frustrated at NOT losing those last few pounds. (Or more like I had planned) Yes, yes. It is just a number on a scale and it shouldn't matter that much. I feel like the flab on my arms, thighs and belly matter more. I have lost so much, so how come I see it mostly in my Boobs? Yup, waay smaller. Now, that is just not fair. I can fit into my old jeans, which is nice. But I yearn for my pre-pregnancy shape. You know that curvy hour-glass one that looks killer in a knit dress. The one where I didn't so much *like* my muscular legs, but still felt good enough to wear a bikini. Yea, thats the one I want back. I have lost weight, but that body is sooo not here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am giving up on this whole diet/ lose weight thing. I am still going to work out and eat healthy. But mostly I think I will just buy a new swim suit. (and bra, grrr...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-998757986139207545?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/998757986139207545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=998757986139207545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/998757986139207545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/998757986139207545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2011/05/wait-weight.html' title='Wait Weight'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-2209907410082458654</id><published>2011-05-15T16:13:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:44:40.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Newness</title><content type='html'>Nope, I don't have any "new" ambition to blog better. Wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do have lots of new things though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_sZH_DHHFc/TdBVydsddCI/AAAAAAAAExw/YGp7Ld-OnkE/s200/DSC06245.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607075861529195554" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9kjAekzIuc/TdCOlnrxA6I/AAAAAAAAE0Y/Y2vmYOOxRxs/s200/DSC06280.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607138313035121570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Ways to Sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lg88iKyCWSw/TdBVzVSxP5I/AAAAAAAAEyQ/Yu56RhkKWcc/s1600/DSC06278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lg88iKyCWSw/TdBVzVSxP5I/AAAAAAAAEyQ/Yu56RhkKWcc/s200/DSC06278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607075876453826450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGeQFr-Lnz0/TdCIeW2SmyI/AAAAAAAAEyw/MK7V3wkcMyo/s200/DSC06259.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607131591187012386" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lg88iKyCWSw/TdBVzVSxP5I/AAAAAAAAEyQ/Yu56RhkKWcc/s1600/DSC06278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Messes to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxJoBOtmn84/TdBVzPqZ69I/AAAAAAAAEyI/aVR2WaNwtts/s1600/DSC06249.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxJoBOtmn84/TdBVzPqZ69I/AAAAAAAAEyI/aVR2WaNwtts/s200/DSC06249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607075874942348242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kN3nbujCY70/TdCIeR78aII/AAAAAAAAEy4/MvRlPuEMbb0/s200/DSC06254.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607131589868546178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxJoBOtmn84/TdBVzPqZ69I/AAAAAAAAEyI/aVR2WaNwtts/s1600/DSC06249.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Hobbies (ugh, I am reading here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phDIA_S0LZI/TdCIdslOI7I/AAAAAAAAEyY/2fGCuVZC0JY/s200/DSC06263.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607131579841127346" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDG9fAIJs/TdCId0rZZTI/AAAAAAAAEyg/SaN98ZoDx8c/s200/DSC06292.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607131582014514482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Games (push the scooter and he's a Pirate ??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwL6EFaJyaI/TdCKeEvKu4I/AAAAAAAAEzA/PsufkZzC2m0/s200/DSC06434.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607133785348553602" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jq08OEdF3sE/TdCNTI9jqjI/AAAAAAAAEz4/8PPu8EAE0Ac/s200/DSC06442.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607136896038971954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;New Toys (to fear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Od_6tAeVvek/TdCOIlbG0xI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/UEOO9KjH0U8/s200/DSC06300.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607137814212170514" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3fC0hKAC_M/TdCIeAJAQGI/AAAAAAAAEyo/WZG4I8V8FzU/s200/DSC06303.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607131585091485794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Experiments (protein muffins explode, now you know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F97WWBFLuDA/TdBVywS0dhI/AAAAAAAAEyA/_tavP1c0TI4/s1600/DSC06258.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F97WWBFLuDA/TdBVywS0dhI/AAAAAAAAEyA/_tavP1c0TI4/s200/DSC06258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607075866521925138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LQbbU_kq1gA/TdBVymwqmzI/AAAAAAAAEx4/3fjSl3Myu6U/s200/DSC06248.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607075863962753842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F97WWBFLuDA/TdBVywS0dhI/AAAAAAAAEyA/_tavP1c0TI4/s1600/DSC06258.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Style Choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3FkWn_fuMo/TdBSHlWDRGI/AAAAAAAAEwo/1GaIr1AqHyk/s200/DSC06323.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607071826313430114" /&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIV2LBfiymM/TdBSHYyondI/AAAAAAAAEwg/ey2Z9Sx8mcg/s200/DSC06326.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607071822943657426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Hair Bows from Texas (Zebra one made by Adri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_OPDSj8IhE/TdBSIZydBgI/AAAAAAAAExA/yKj-xznlaOs/s200/DSC06334.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607071840391202306" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J_r1SZVIfJE/TdBT_LrbacI/AAAAAAAAExY/E4X2oRLKI2s/s200/DSC06436.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607073881008073154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Flowers (I love them! So Pretty)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3vT0mX7G4c/TdBSIAq687I/AAAAAAAAEw4/-vMPPgrmt5M/s200/DSC06335.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607071833648722866" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aoyQb08yiWw/TdBT-7074LI/AAAAAAAAExQ/wZnlkCrng2A/s200/DSC06391.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607073876752982194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Dresses (for Easter and Nemo Jumper Redo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoBeQWvKH3w/TdBSH0N-iaI/AAAAAAAAEww/pdkgkNsGOK4/s200/DSC06327.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607071830306097570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Jacket (from New fav. store, Crazy 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezjGpKA3uO8/TdCKe7T1k-I/AAAAAAAAEzY/gGeQCETVhvg/s200/DSC06399.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607133799997871074" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgxXkH61_m4/TdCKfPr75II/AAAAAAAAEzg/ucliWNQCvcM/s200/DSC06443.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607133805467657346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MXERPv28lbo/TdCNS83Gm3I/AAAAAAAAEzw/8ab39GiTV3M/s200/DSC06445.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607136892790676338" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UceFmabF-s/TdCNSj53TUI/AAAAAAAAEzo/H5fPN1deCb0/s200/DSC06444.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607136886091369794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Finished Projects (yes those are my pajama pants from Christmas and the projects for Rome's Super Birthday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHGY_8eqCHc/TdBT_TZmHrI/AAAAAAAAExg/O5xZH4-QYL4/s200/DSC06426.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607073883080761010" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXDRPFT8jPY/TdCOIO6399I/AAAAAAAAE0I/cEzljoL4S50/s200/DSC06425.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607137808171399122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Inspiration (there was a black and white one that was to die for) For This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kGAFHbl_F94/TdCNTbInaaI/AAAAAAAAE0A/1j5h1ceTMXA/s200/DSC06328.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607136900917193122" /&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvrWcCgvSoE/TdBT-osxkiI/AAAAAAAAExI/s8n3M2kWVy8/s200/DSC06333.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607073871618478626" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Cuteness.... to Live in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kSjwC6Y1C5U/TdCKeeB7RcI/AAAAAAAAEzI/3kYu4hOt6vA/s200/DSC06398.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607133792138118594" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This New House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArTnb9JsyAY/TdCKejmi8HI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/KjyhjGJjQu4/s200/DSC06394.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607133793633890418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Can't wait for THIS Newness!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-2209907410082458654?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/2209907410082458654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=2209907410082458654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/2209907410082458654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/2209907410082458654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2011/05/newness.html' title='Newness'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_sZH_DHHFc/TdBVydsddCI/AAAAAAAAExw/YGp7Ld-OnkE/s72-c/DSC06245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-724598763115595121</id><published>2011-02-23T15:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:01:26.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Give Up</title><content type='html'>Yea. I am so behind. I want to post on Christmas (we went to Tucson) and New Years (we did nothing), Second Christmas (late in Jan), snowstorms (and building snowmen with Daddy), Gym challenge (umm dumb), new diets (lost 6 lbs!), Wedding trips to Denver (bring MORE snacks for the kids), Capri's Birthday (is she really One?) and her party (only one person came)....BUT... I just don't see those things happening. I have the pictures. They will get scrapbooked one day. Maybe by the time my kids move out. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling fat. Joined my gym's challenge. It stunk. Paid an arm-and-leg for my Mom's trainer and I love him. Lost 6 lbs. Still felt bleh. Watched a movie, got sick and got some perspective. I feel much better. I am so blessed that I am able to stay home. I can be sick and not go anywhere for a week (or two) and be so happy about it. I have all of this TIME to spend with my babies until they grow up and get big and don't want to spend it with me anymore. Maybe it was the forced time together or the nothing on my To-Do list that got me thinking about What in the World am I DOING? Am I spending time with my kids, playing and teaching? Or am I just doing stuff for them and not with them. Maybe I am so unhappy because I keep thinking about ME and not about THEM. I keep thinking about the laundry and groceries and dinner and cleaning and errands and why are these kids in my way all the TIME! Yea, I do that. But this week I felt better. I let it all go.  I am still sick, but the house doesn't look so dirty, the laundry didn't take so much time, the errands weren't so important. I didn't mind that I nothing to do but play on the floor with blocks, read books and toddle around the house. I feel a lot more relaxed and better about myself. I just hope I remember this and maybe lose a few more pounds too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-724598763115595121?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/724598763115595121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=724598763115595121&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/724598763115595121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/724598763115595121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-give-up.html' title='I Give Up'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-184448710907322688</id><published>2011-01-01T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:33:27.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Christmas Craftiness</title><content type='html'>I could not think of any gifts this year and decided to make presents for my family. It was not long before I realized how crazy I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_wwewqEFI/AAAAAAAAEtU/AzPUtPxBOaA/s1600/DSC05766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_wwewqEFI/AAAAAAAAEtU/AzPUtPxBOaA/s200/DSC05766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557425180880015442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a nursing cover. Double sided, with pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_wvnHrNDI/AAAAAAAAEtE/F3cNaieYCgI/s1600/DSC05763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_wvnHrNDI/AAAAAAAAEtE/F3cNaieYCgI/s200/DSC05763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557425165944173618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_wwBWMnxI/AAAAAAAAEtM/qb_HTqsSS0U/s1600/DSC05764.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_wwBWMnxI/AAAAAAAAEtM/qb_HTqsSS0U/s200/DSC05764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557425172984405778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a rag quilt car seat cover to match. (before its cut and all cozy and cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_wwxGtiXI/AAAAAAAAEtc/rSmLOP4R4EI/s1600/DSC05890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_wwxGtiXI/AAAAAAAAEtc/rSmLOP4R4EI/s200/DSC05890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557425185804355954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pajamas for my whole family. Mom, Dad, Dan, Cam, Chase, Morgan and Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_yp1_UYdI/AAAAAAAAEts/eTjhnU1tmVs/s1600/DSC05904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_yp1_UYdI/AAAAAAAAEts/eTjhnU1tmVs/s200/DSC05904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557427265879695826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matching ones for my Sister-in-law and niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_wxMQuz9I/AAAAAAAAEtk/Gidtkql2NT0/s1600/DSC05894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_wxMQuz9I/AAAAAAAAEtk/Gidtkql2NT0/s200/DSC05894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557425193094139858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny's shorts and pants, drawstring, not elastic. Notice the white cuffs. I didn't buy enough fabric and had to improvise. They were the first pair I worked on and the next to last ones I finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_yqRDXScI/AAAAAAAAEt0/aaI8cKHDUgU/s1600/DSC05896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_yqRDXScI/AAAAAAAAEt0/aaI8cKHDUgU/s200/DSC05896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557427273144420802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how so many hours and months can be put into such a small pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_yqr-SGYI/AAAAAAAAEt8/LG6s4Jbjd5o/s1600/DSC05979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_yqr-SGYI/AAAAAAAAEt8/LG6s4Jbjd5o/s200/DSC05979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557427280370866562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came Josh's sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_yrNeeGMI/AAAAAAAAEuE/DOCGY0hueaM/s1600/DSC05980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_yrNeeGMI/AAAAAAAAEuE/DOCGY0hueaM/s200/DSC05980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557427289364240578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_9c9Y3ykI/AAAAAAAAEvk/GpY3OJdfbe0/s1600/DSC05984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_9c9Y3ykI/AAAAAAAAEvk/GpY3OJdfbe0/s200/DSC05984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557439139155528258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair for Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_9dPlt1AI/AAAAAAAAEvs/JZrefaRu3zQ/s1600/DSC05985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_9dPlt1AI/AAAAAAAAEvs/JZrefaRu3zQ/s200/DSC05985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557439144041239554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Josh. 16 pairs in all. Oh My Goodness. (I had fabric for me, but I can totally wait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_9dvrM--I/AAAAAAAAEv0/YX4kYhfgOFc/s1600/DSC06041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_9dvrM--I/AAAAAAAAEv0/YX4kYhfgOFc/s200/DSC06041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557439152654187490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so cute! Already too short so they need fixed, as do Josh's. Dude, I am so tired of pajamas. I still have the fabric to make tops for all of those. Next year I will just suck it up and go to the store. So, if you missed out and want some... don't ask!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-184448710907322688?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/184448710907322688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=184448710907322688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/184448710907322688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/184448710907322688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-craftiness.html' title='Christmas Craftiness'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_wwewqEFI/AAAAAAAAEtU/AzPUtPxBOaA/s72-c/DSC05766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-3582905278085643993</id><published>2011-01-01T20:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:08:37.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving and Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_2JdDGi5I/AAAAAAAAEuM/G4SCDYCwErU/s1600/DSC05841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_2JdDGi5I/AAAAAAAAEuM/G4SCDYCwErU/s200/DSC05841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557431107475377042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_2JpctizI/AAAAAAAAEuU/cyEqev30Ttg/s1600/DSC05845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_2JpctizI/AAAAAAAAEuU/cyEqev30Ttg/s200/DSC05845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557431110804015922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_3bp5x5tI/AAAAAAAAEu0/XDma_Lk2zfo/s1600/DSC05846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_3bp5x5tI/AAAAAAAAEu0/XDma_Lk2zfo/s200/DSC05846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557432519675209426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_2K1URhMI/AAAAAAAAEus/CXC3nLj2Res/s1600/DSC05848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_2K1URhMI/AAAAAAAAEus/CXC3nLj2Res/s200/DSC05848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557431131169719490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate a good meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_2KRNouMI/AAAAAAAAEuk/vWTISj4-CyA/s1600/DSC05849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_2KRNouMI/AAAAAAAAEuk/vWTISj4-CyA/s200/DSC05849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557431121478203586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had great attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_2KAKs3PI/AAAAAAAAEuc/kFiad0LWcyo/s1600/DSC05853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_2KAKs3PI/AAAAAAAAEuc/kFiad0LWcyo/s200/DSC05853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557431116902489330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made turkey cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_3cMwXyLI/AAAAAAAAEu8/gX5oA8v09GE/s1600/DSC05852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_3cMwXyLI/AAAAAAAAEu8/gX5oA8v09GE/s200/DSC05852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557432529030990002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_4Oh1wMZI/AAAAAAAAEvU/JV0leHgPLFM/s1600/DSC05859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_4Oh1wMZI/AAAAAAAAEvU/JV0leHgPLFM/s200/DSC05859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557433393684165010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Murder Mystery Gods and Goddesses Birthday Dinner. Corn Chowder, Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_3cQPPiFI/AAAAAAAAEvE/PpB_o7pYZVQ/s1600/DSC05876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_3cQPPiFI/AAAAAAAAEvE/PpB_o7pYZVQ/s200/DSC05876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557432529965779026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got presents! Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_3czlAadI/AAAAAAAAEvM/H866W2LTwaw/s1600/DSC05877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_3czlAadI/AAAAAAAAEvM/H866W2LTwaw/s200/DSC05877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557432539452303826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fuzzy slippers! Good Job Honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_4PO9KooI/AAAAAAAAEvc/ylFHfd8R_wU/s1600/DSC05860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_4PO9KooI/AAAAAAAAEvc/ylFHfd8R_wU/s200/DSC05860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557433405794853506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byu lost. Sorry Dan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-3582905278085643993?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/3582905278085643993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=3582905278085643993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3582905278085643993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3582905278085643993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2011/01/thanksgiving-and-birthday.html' title='Thanksgiving and Birthday'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_2JdDGi5I/AAAAAAAAEuM/G4SCDYCwErU/s72-c/DSC05841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-2691558016649294291</id><published>2011-01-01T19:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:21:46.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>November in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_ok0LAB-I/AAAAAAAAErc/VxukOrsj1dw/s1600/DSC05762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_ok0LAB-I/AAAAAAAAErc/VxukOrsj1dw/s200/DSC05762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557416184376199138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found Rome a coat. I got it a size too big so it is puffy and huge. He loves it. I found a smaller one and he refused to even try it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_p702csCI/AAAAAAAAEsU/sqUgqeZOfOw/s1600/DSC05822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_p702csCI/AAAAAAAAEsU/sqUgqeZOfOw/s200/DSC05822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557417679207051298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome made himself comfortable. Josh didn't even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_p7NNQZLI/AAAAAAAAEsE/hneTIyzLYOE/s1600/DSC05815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_p7NNQZLI/AAAAAAAAEsE/hneTIyzLYOE/s200/DSC05815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557417668565296306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capri learned to drink out of a sippy cup. She was pretty happy about it. Brother's cups are way more fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_ombf_QeI/AAAAAAAAEr8/CIhGcCtrgJo/s1600/DSC05791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_ombf_QeI/AAAAAAAAEr8/CIhGcCtrgJo/s200/DSC05791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557416212113080802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally grew a little Buddha belly. I was so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_olg7eB4I/AAAAAAAAErs/5qGZ92mzYlU/s1600/DSC05774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_olg7eB4I/AAAAAAAAErs/5qGZ92mzYlU/s200/DSC05774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557416196390651778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the zoo with Grandma (we spent at least 30 min. looking at the giraffes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_ol17mPYI/AAAAAAAAEr0/MRG1lnZ_k2Q/s1600/DSC05768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_ol17mPYI/AAAAAAAAEr0/MRG1lnZ_k2Q/s200/DSC05768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557416202028334466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Uncle Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_olGFr5RI/AAAAAAAAErk/VGjTOLyZV7g/s1600/DSC05781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_olGFr5RI/AAAAAAAAErk/VGjTOLyZV7g/s200/DSC05781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557416189185746194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome got his tonsils out. It was tough on him and us, but he is soooo much better now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_qy-mjw7I/AAAAAAAAEss/oO-615aNlTQ/s1600/DSC05784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_qy-mjw7I/AAAAAAAAEss/oO-615aNlTQ/s200/DSC05784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557418626717565874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needed 3 spoons to eat his pudding. It tastes better that way. He is closing his eyes because he didn't want his picture taken. He also does it when he wants to say 'no' but knows he shouldn't. Like blinking is going to get him out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_p7UJj1cI/AAAAAAAAEsM/zqSF1swk2x4/s1600/DSC05823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_p7UJj1cI/AAAAAAAAEsM/zqSF1swk2x4/s200/DSC05823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557417670428841410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a 'drive' around the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_p8M8gH6I/AAAAAAAAEsc/w1n1aXnJLlU/s1600/DSC05871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_p8M8gH6I/AAAAAAAAEsc/w1n1aXnJLlU/s200/DSC05871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557417685674893218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_p8bAjyjI/AAAAAAAAEsk/Gv5KZ0h24iA/s1600/DSC05882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_p8bAjyjI/AAAAAAAAEsk/Gv5KZ0h24iA/s200/DSC05882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557417689450007090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capri just loves her brother. We were banging on the table together. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_qzWgBA6I/AAAAAAAAEs0/zivcmGjM6YU/s1600/DSC05810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_qzWgBA6I/AAAAAAAAEs0/zivcmGjM6YU/s200/DSC05810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557418633132573602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_qzqJC3kI/AAAAAAAAEs8/MkuHm85RlIY/s1600/DSC05864.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_qzqJC3kI/AAAAAAAAEs8/MkuHm85RlIY/s200/DSC05864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557418638404935234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hard looking this cute. And for Aunt Jenny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-2691558016649294291?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/2691558016649294291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=2691558016649294291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/2691558016649294291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/2691558016649294291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2011/01/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TR_ok0LAB-I/AAAAAAAAErc/VxukOrsj1dw/s72-c/DSC05762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-6174954610575580147</id><published>2010-12-09T15:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:34:24.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tot School'/><title type='text'>Ducky Fishing</title><content type='html'>Back in October I was having a hard time with Rome. He would not take a nap, but would not be happy just playing or watching TV every afternoon either. I didn't like putting him in front of the TV, but by 3 pm I was ready to kill him and needed a Mommy Break. (I still really miss his naps.) So, I started looking up toddler activities. I found tons of stuff I could do and not any time to do them. The first time I tried to do anything, it was this. It is not how the original activity went, but it kept him busy and me happy. I guess it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFXbV_KL7I/AAAAAAAAEqg/_5Qo2lbyntQ/s1600/DSC05723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFXbV_KL7I/AAAAAAAAEqg/_5Qo2lbyntQ/s200/DSC05723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548812343167299506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jerry-rigged fishing pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFXbvCpmFI/AAAAAAAAEqo/htcViIApZso/s1600/DSC05724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFXbvCpmFI/AAAAAAAAEqo/htcViIApZso/s200/DSC05724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548812349892827218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest container I could find, an old baby ducky bathtub, with alphabet magnets in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFXcJ7VnKI/AAAAAAAAEqw/nMT9Gm7v_jc/s1600/DSC05725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFXcJ7VnKI/AAAAAAAAEqw/nMT9Gm7v_jc/s200/DSC05725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548812357109914786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome trying to fish for magnets. It really didn't work. The magnets were so weak you couldn't "catch" anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFXcjxBFZI/AAAAAAAAEq4/j1BxBiyQkR0/s1600/DSC05729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFXcjxBFZI/AAAAAAAAEq4/j1BxBiyQkR0/s200/DSC05729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548812364045948306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned into a sorting game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFXc9dt38I/AAAAAAAAErA/MeQS8W6VT0U/s1600/DSC05727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFXc9dt38I/AAAAAAAAErA/MeQS8W6VT0U/s200/DSC05727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548812370944319426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That works too. I want to keep doing this stuff. We will have to see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-6174954610575580147?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/6174954610575580147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=6174954610575580147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6174954610575580147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6174954610575580147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/12/ducky-fishing.html' title='Ducky Fishing'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFXbV_KL7I/AAAAAAAAEqg/_5Qo2lbyntQ/s72-c/DSC05723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-680010866676130734</id><published>2010-12-09T14:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:14:00.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>Related</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago I noticed something under Rome's chin. I thought it was food and kept trying to wash it off. I finally got a good look at it and it was...a freckle. Yup, Rome got his first freckle. Well, a couple weeks later he had a piece of something on his lip that wouldn't go away. You guessed it, another freckle. Weird how they show up randomly. Funny how I have the same ones. We must be related or something. His are much cuter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFRf-Wn7hI/AAAAAAAAEqI/33en-pfBv4c/s1600/DSC05706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFRf-Wn7hI/AAAAAAAAEqI/33en-pfBv4c/s320/DSC05706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548805825652846098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cute freckle (and a tear that he never wipes away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFRgI417oI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/NVURyXFcmFY/s1600/DSC05705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFRgI417oI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/NVURyXFcmFY/s320/DSC05705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548805828480724610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine are a lot more and faded (I work hard on that), but its there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFRgS5TMjI/AAAAAAAAEqY/9krt9zhYdfc/s1600/DSC05710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFRgS5TMjI/AAAAAAAAEqY/9krt9zhYdfc/s320/DSC05710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548805831166997042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really hard to get a two year old to sit still like this. It is hard to see, but its there. My picture was worse. I left it out. You will have to trust me that I have a similar freckle under my chin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-680010866676130734?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/680010866676130734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=680010866676130734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/680010866676130734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/680010866676130734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/12/related.html' title='Related'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFRf-Wn7hI/AAAAAAAAEqI/33en-pfBv4c/s72-c/DSC05706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-8881778179234522050</id><published>2010-12-09T14:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:56:49.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>Capri has teeny tiny feet. So finding shoes that fit is hard. She has lots of shoes for such a small person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFNE1H8BVI/AAAAAAAAEpI/yRamImDIJZ8/s1600/DSC05653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFNE1H8BVI/AAAAAAAAEpI/yRamImDIJZ8/s200/DSC05653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548800961272350034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were her first pair. I found the smallest newborn shoes I could find. She wore them forever. I think 6 months. They are so worn they almost have holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFNIwb3OaI/AAAAAAAAEpY/tf-19ppQeRk/s1600/DSC05651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFNIwb3OaI/AAAAAAAAEpY/tf-19ppQeRk/s200/DSC05651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548801028733221282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these two at a baby shower and I sewed on ribbons so they would stay on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFNJVqafsI/AAAAAAAAEpg/C1DiCFX75cY/s1600/DSC05654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFNJVqafsI/AAAAAAAAEpg/C1DiCFX75cY/s200/DSC05654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548801038726364866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so cute! They only lasted 2 months, but she wore them every chance she could.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFN6nzaxsI/AAAAAAAAEp4/Z2szWzgeYDM/s1600/DSC05658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFN6nzaxsI/AAAAAAAAEp4/Z2szWzgeYDM/s200/DSC05658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548801885409560258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were from Aunt Marge. Cute, but I couldn't get them to stay on for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFNInDEWVI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/dBmnb5LjB7A/s1600/DSC05655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFNInDEWVI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/dBmnb5LjB7A/s200/DSC05655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548801026213304658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are her church shoes. I found them at a second hand kids store. They almost don't fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFN6YtKZgI/AAAAAAAAEpw/Mj4IRlliTyw/s1600/DSC05657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFN6YtKZgI/AAAAAAAAEpw/Mj4IRlliTyw/s200/DSC05657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548801881356789250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are super cute too. I need to see if they fit. They might keep her little toes warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFNJjzfL9I/AAAAAAAAEpo/zie1IAyZrIs/s1600/DSC05656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFNJjzfL9I/AAAAAAAAEpo/zie1IAyZrIs/s200/DSC05656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548801042522517458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these on clearance and I don't know if she will ever wear them. Maybe if she is still in size 2 by this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFN9ve4LYI/AAAAAAAAEqA/UMR1j2v7Gns/s1600/DSC05660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFN9ve4LYI/AAAAAAAAEqA/UMR1j2v7Gns/s200/DSC05660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548801939010497922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are her current shoes. They are size 2 and a little big, but they stay on. The grippies on the bottom are perfect for standing, cruising and walking. Except, she has figured out how to take them off and likes to chew on them. Oh well. I guess they taste good.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share. Baby shoes are so adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-8881778179234522050?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/8881778179234522050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=8881778179234522050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8881778179234522050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8881778179234522050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/12/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFNE1H8BVI/AAAAAAAAEpI/yRamImDIJZ8/s72-c/DSC05653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-1711073989458895423</id><published>2010-12-09T12:31:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:37:11.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>October Overload</title><content type='html'>So, October got lost in the hustle. We did lots of fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEymYgMheI/AAAAAAAAEnY/IlCJsQYELyk/s1600/DSC05696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEymYgMheI/AAAAAAAAEnY/IlCJsQYELyk/s200/DSC05696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548771850891068898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEymHEpA6I/AAAAAAAAEnQ/vzmLykpLDe0/s1600/DSC05731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEymHEpA6I/AAAAAAAAEnQ/vzmLykpLDe0/s200/DSC05731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548771846212092834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And broke stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEylkIidzI/AAAAAAAAEnI/e5La_MphgCk/s1600/DSC05716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEylkIidzI/AAAAAAAAEnI/e5La_MphgCk/s200/DSC05716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548771836833199922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cuddled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEwZqKLb4I/AAAAAAAAEnA/LaZ34BisWtM/s1600/DSC05693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEwZqKLb4I/AAAAAAAAEnA/LaZ34BisWtM/s200/DSC05693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548769433269006210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept on tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEwZc-LaRI/AAAAAAAAEm4/B2byM66HOvs/s1600/DSC05687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEwZc-LaRI/AAAAAAAAEm4/B2byM66HOvs/s200/DSC05687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548769429729011986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore fuzzy shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEwY5ZqNBI/AAAAAAAAEmw/eskOcIQH0Go/s1600/DSC05644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEwY5ZqNBI/AAAAAAAAEmw/eskOcIQH0Go/s200/DSC05644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548769420180599826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEwYJ7MehI/AAAAAAAAEmg/uCGvVTbYRbA/s1600/DSC05597.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEwYJ7MehI/AAAAAAAAEmg/uCGvVTbYRbA/s200/DSC05597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548769407436356114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEwYpVlUiI/AAAAAAAAEmo/lB7oOVfUaYk/s1600/DSC05635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEwYpVlUiI/AAAAAAAAEmo/lB7oOVfUaYk/s200/DSC05635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548769415868535330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQE5UufEMcI/AAAAAAAAEn4/GS08ANqcUKA/s1600/DSC05748.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQE5V8ihj-I/AAAAAAAAEoQ/7wFeBQXMjzE/s1600/DSC05756.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQE5V8ihj-I/AAAAAAAAEoQ/7wFeBQXMjzE/s200/DSC05756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548779265088131042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked through a corn maze or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFIMW3b5QI/AAAAAAAAEog/Bfjrw6imjP4/s1600/DSC05640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFIMW3b5QI/AAAAAAAAEog/Bfjrw6imjP4/s200/DSC05640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548795593030886658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQE5UufEMcI/AAAAAAAAEn4/GS08ANqcUKA/s1600/DSC05748.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQE5UufEMcI/AAAAAAAAEn4/GS08ANqcUKA/s200/DSC05748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548779244135657922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFIL6CniII/AAAAAAAAEoY/YqxR5MKnbck/s1600/DSC05758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFIL6CniII/AAAAAAAAEoY/YqxR5MKnbck/s200/DSC05758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548795585293158530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode a pony. Rome was SOOO excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQE5UOnIEjI/AAAAAAAAEnw/62Kb9S3_9l8/s1600/DSC05739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQE5UOnIEjI/AAAAAAAAEnw/62Kb9S3_9l8/s200/DSC05739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548779235579531826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore cute clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQE5VllAgTI/AAAAAAAAEoI/_kmtEt9Zv6I/s1600/DSC05747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQE5VllAgTI/AAAAAAAAEoI/_kmtEt9Zv6I/s200/DSC05747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548779258924532018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQE5VBSddtI/AAAAAAAAEoA/uVODhCH3LYM/s1600/DSC05744.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQE5VBSddtI/AAAAAAAAEoA/uVODhCH3LYM/s200/DSC05744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548779249183061714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cool costumes.&lt;br /&gt;Rome is Go Fast-Lightening McQueen and Capri is the Piston Cup Trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFIMqcVJ9I/AAAAAAAAEoo/g5n6-KR1ICM/s1600/DSC05661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFIMqcVJ9I/AAAAAAAAEoo/g5n6-KR1ICM/s200/DSC05661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548795598285907922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a party, of which I took terrible pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFINE3BK4I/AAAAAAAAEow/yXsHiHA-n8k/s1600/DSC05671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFINE3BK4I/AAAAAAAAEow/yXsHiHA-n8k/s200/DSC05671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548795605377166210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFIN0F0KRI/AAAAAAAAEo4/C0iEBeYjP_U/s1600/DSC05685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFIN0F0KRI/AAAAAAAAEo4/C0iEBeYjP_U/s200/DSC05685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548795618055694610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh was Ricky Bobby, I was the Trophy Wife. Get it? I know we are so witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEynQM5yJI/AAAAAAAAEno/nseyX_yjkno/s1600/DSC05736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEynQM5yJI/AAAAAAAAEno/nseyX_yjkno/s200/DSC05736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548771865842534546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Trick-or-Treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFLLlaQTjI/AAAAAAAAEpA/M8fK_znv3ZY/s1600/DSC05734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQFLLlaQTjI/AAAAAAAAEpA/M8fK_znv3ZY/s200/DSC05734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548798878290038322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got lots of candy and had so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-1711073989458895423?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/1711073989458895423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=1711073989458895423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1711073989458895423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1711073989458895423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/12/october-overload.html' title='October Overload'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TQEymYgMheI/AAAAAAAAEnY/IlCJsQYELyk/s72-c/DSC05696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-5135478487580706902</id><published>2010-11-06T21:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:18:40.029-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my faith'/><title type='text'>Facebook Listen Up!</title><content type='html'>I got this from Autumn and I was supposed to do it on facebook. But that is just a little scary so on here it goes. They can just come look if they want to.&lt;div&gt;I am not very good at saying what I believe or putting up links to better places to look, but I do know a lot of things that I would like to share. I know that I have a Heavenly Father and that he loves me no matter what. I know that he looks like me, well not Exactly but he has a body like I do. I know that he sent his son for us. I know that Jesus Christ is my savior and I love him and try to be like him. I forget sometimes. I know that there is a life after this earth one and that we can live with our Heavenly Father again. I know that families are forever and we can see our loved ones and live with them again also. I know that I have made some poor decisions in my life, but we can repent and I am where I am supposed to be. I am moving in the right direction and the best I can do is to keep moving. I know that I need to stay home with my kids and teach them everything that I know and it is HARD.  I am so glad that I have good friends and family to help. I know that I am never alone. I can pray for help and my prayers are heard and answered. I dislike praying in public, but say Yes whenever I am asked. I might like it one day, maybe. I am grateful that I was able to go to the temple last year. (I can't believe it has almost been a year!) I hope that one day Josh will be there with me. I am not forcing him or holding my breath. I don't know what else to say, but I hope that is alright. So, there you go facebook. Hope you were listening. It doesn't happen often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-5135478487580706902?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/5135478487580706902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=5135478487580706902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5135478487580706902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5135478487580706902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/11/facebook-listen-up.html' title='Facebook Listen Up!'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-1139372235649589348</id><published>2010-10-25T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:45:15.867-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><title type='text'>8 Months</title><content type='html'>Capri is getting so big! She loves to pull up and cruise on anything. She can stand one handed and walk if you hold her hands or the walker (when Rome isn't racing it). Any fall is the end of the world. I don't think she will be walking by 9 months, but maybe by 10. She has a new scream when she wants anything or is happy or unhappy. It sounds a lot like Rome. She has also decided that she is funny and fake laughs all the time. huh huh huh! Its pretty amusing. She is working on clapping and has said "da" a few times. She is still such a happy baby, but has started teething. It makes her cranky and she wants to be held all day and sometimes she just screams. Poor baby! I really wish those teeth would hurry up. I have seen them pop up two or three times, but they won't come through.  She eats a ton! She eats 3 or 4 meals with us every day. She isn't  "chewing" anything but loves lil' crunchies and yogurt bites. She will  eat as much baby food as you will give her until she throws up. I have  to watch it. She doesn't have a real schedule, but takes 3 naps on a good day and goes to bed with Rome around 7 or 8 and sleeps 12 hours. Except when she wants to wake up at 5:30 am I am pretty happy with it. I almost have some time to myself again. Almost. I was trying to not use the swing, but she fights sleeping so much. If I let her cry she cries for an hour and doesn't sleep at all and sometimes I just can't spend that long putting her to sleep, so naps are mostly in the swing and nighttime in the crib. She loves watching Rome run around and always checks to see if he is in the car with her. I think they will be great friends when she is a little bigger and not so unstable. We just love having her around. Two kids are trying, but she usually not the problem. And she just so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TMYfJ-tCVYI/AAAAAAAAElQ/PHUgl0B8DHQ/s1600/DSC05614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TMYfJ-tCVYI/AAAAAAAAElQ/PHUgl0B8DHQ/s320/DSC05614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532143448582411650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TMYfKdVlkQI/AAAAAAAAElY/bRf4_bO5zpU/s1600/DSC05618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TMYfKdVlkQI/AAAAAAAAElY/bRf4_bO5zpU/s320/DSC05618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532143456805556482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TMYfLU5zzLI/AAAAAAAAElo/ZX821GBJz5o/s1600/DSC05627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TMYfLU5zzLI/AAAAAAAAElo/ZX821GBJz5o/s320/DSC05627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532143471721434290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TMYfLjrNrEI/AAAAAAAAElw/RnGWsXJ5FBs/s1600/DSC05629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TMYfLjrNrEI/AAAAAAAAElw/RnGWsXJ5FBs/s320/DSC05629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532143475686747202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, you can almost see them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TMYj6UhT_uI/AAAAAAAAEl4/fzJOocL8GZE/s1600/DSC05632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TMYj6UhT_uI/AAAAAAAAEl4/fzJOocL8GZE/s320/DSC05632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532148677119049442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those little dimples! She just needed some more chub to show them off. I didn't get a good picture, but she has the most adorable chubby thighs. Oh how I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TMYfKgJh3pI/AAAAAAAAElg/R5OvBEVS_xE/s1600/DSC05633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TMYfKgJh3pI/AAAAAAAAElg/R5OvBEVS_xE/s320/DSC05633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532143457560288914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You tell 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-1139372235649589348?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/1139372235649589348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=1139372235649589348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1139372235649589348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1139372235649589348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/10/8-months.html' title='8 Months'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TMYfJ-tCVYI/AAAAAAAAElQ/PHUgl0B8DHQ/s72-c/DSC05614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-4934164813655316839</id><published>2010-10-11T21:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:04:43.996-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Storage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>Super Sunday</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I played hookey and stayed home from church on Sunday. I was really sick Saturday and Rome had a fever so it was kind of justified. Anyway, I felt much better Sunday morning and decided I wanted Cinnamon Rolls. Yum! I saw &lt;a href="http://www.crapivemade.com/2009/10/1-hour-cinnamon-rolls.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; recipe on the &lt;a href="http://www.crapivemade.com/"&gt;Crap I've Made&lt;/a&gt; blog for 1 hour Cinnamon Rolls and wanted to try it. We got up late, but I still thought I had time, so I dove right in.&lt;br /&gt;First Special Step (one of Rome's sayings lately): mix the dough. Not too tough. It might have turned out better if I had listened to the recipe and only added 2 cups of water. It looked really dry so I added 3 and then spent the rest of the mixing time (and some) adding in extra flour to get it not super sticky. I forgot that I was making BREAD because I am so used to making COOKIES. I had to get my hands in there to mix it all up. It might have been really easy if you had one of those fancy Kitchen Aid mixers, which I don't. Rome wanted to help, of course. And then he needed help with anything and everything while my hands were stuck in the dough. Um, NO, I Can't help you NOW. Josh was a good sport though and took the climbing baby and distracted (sort of) the helpful 2 year old.&lt;br /&gt;Second Step: Roll it out. By now Rome is super close, right next to me on the counter (which is not cleared off, just pushed over). I pull out just enough parchment paper to roll it out on. I have tons of dough so it is pretty thick on there, but I get it rolled out without too many extra fingers in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPWboaHQRI/AAAAAAAAEko/-jJoV7D36V0/s1600/DSC05603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPWboaHQRI/AAAAAAAAEko/-jJoV7D36V0/s320/DSC05603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526996937905488146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is mixing cereal in the cups I was done using and some he got out.&lt;br /&gt;Third Step: Fill, Roll, Cut. Yup, did those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPWcpAFFFI/AAAAAAAAEk4/iWi9WVP2v6M/s1600/DSC05607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPWcpAFFFI/AAAAAAAAEk4/iWi9WVP2v6M/s320/DSC05607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526996955244598354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look good right. They were HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling pretty good about these only taking an hour when I put them on the stovetop to raise. Then, they didn't. Of course. So I turned the oven down to 200, waited for it to cool down and tried again IN the warm oven. It worked much better. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPWb3xpntI/AAAAAAAAEkw/YJcuvo_w0_U/s1600/DSC05606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPWb3xpntI/AAAAAAAAEkw/YJcuvo_w0_U/s320/DSC05606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526996942030741202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen mess.&lt;br /&gt;Last Step: Cook, Frost, Eat. Simple. The cooking went fine. The frosting was great. I used the cream cheese I just happened to have left over in the fridge. Then, eat. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPWdKvK0yI/AAAAAAAAElA/CNi7ymQupNk/s1600/DSC05608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPWdKvK0yI/AAAAAAAAElA/CNi7ymQupNk/s320/DSC05608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526996964300477218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look tasty don't they. Josh thought they were good, but I disagreed. I thought they tasted like tin can. Yuck! I used my food storage flour and all I can taste is the tin can it came out of. So it took me 2 hours to make 1 hour Cinnamon Rolls that tasted to me like crap. Special. I was highly disappointed. I have heard that you can leave the top off of the flour for a day and the smell will go away, but I have not had any luck with it. Mine still smells, and tastes, like a tin can. I gave one pan away to the boys down the street (and their mom Cathy, I just love her!) they didn't have any problem with them. Maybe it is just me. Maybe I still have super crazy smelling powers left over from being pregnant. Either way, my flour is gross and I wish I could make it more appetizing. It really ruins my baking. And I hardly have any time to bake so that is just Terrible!&lt;br /&gt;On a completely separate note, I started working on Rome's race car costume for our Halloween party this Friday. I think it is stinkin' adorable! Now to keep him from playing with it (i/e crashing and ruining it) until friday...wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPWdsAcUkI/AAAAAAAAElI/ECdDi7y1xKw/s1600/DSC05611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPWdsAcUkI/AAAAAAAAElI/ECdDi7y1xKw/s320/DSC05611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526996973231297090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-4934164813655316839?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/4934164813655316839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=4934164813655316839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4934164813655316839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4934164813655316839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/10/super-sunday.html' title='Super Sunday'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPWboaHQRI/AAAAAAAAEko/-jJoV7D36V0/s72-c/DSC05603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-8158415282696859269</id><published>2010-10-11T18:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:21:16.614-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Falling Behind</title><content type='html'>Yup, missed September too. I know we did fun things, but they seem so long ago already. We mostly stayed home anyway. I know it wasn't cold yet. I kept trying to put long pants on them and then it was 90 degrees outside so we strip them off again. Oh well, summer clothes a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPKmD80xKI/AAAAAAAAEiY/whj0WM-Izis/s1600/DSC05505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPKmD80xKI/AAAAAAAAEiY/whj0WM-Izis/s200/DSC05505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526983922957993122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling with Daddy, Rome did that himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPO79l8BsI/AAAAAAAAEjo/FA0-Z2B6Uco/s1600/DSC05558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPO79l8BsI/AAAAAAAAEjo/FA0-Z2B6Uco/s200/DSC05558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526988697255020226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just trying to escape, I think she got stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPKmQ0nfaI/AAAAAAAAEig/Zy8Fy4JN3jY/s1600/DSC05513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPKmQ0nfaI/AAAAAAAAEig/Zy8Fy4JN3jY/s200/DSC05513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526983926413229474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Jenny Came to visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPKm_D0MEI/AAAAAAAAEio/ZalQXAawoXM/s1600/DSC05538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPKm_D0MEI/AAAAAAAAEio/ZalQXAawoXM/s200/DSC05538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526983938825007170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam must be a great teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPO7QrBWuI/AAAAAAAAEjg/4v3Aq27EIaA/s1600/DSC05544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPO7QrBWuI/AAAAAAAAEjg/4v3Aq27EIaA/s200/DSC05544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526988685196745442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there too, don't we look cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPM3h6USrI/AAAAAAAAEiw/tfO5rYXLJHM/s1600/DSC05541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPM3h6USrI/AAAAAAAAEiw/tfO5rYXLJHM/s200/DSC05541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526986422081571506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome got a real Big Boy Bed (thanks Grandma's house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPM4JWfyLI/AAAAAAAAEi4/vg_9HXG7qys/s1600/DSC05550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPM4JWfyLI/AAAAAAAAEi4/vg_9HXG7qys/s200/DSC05550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526986432668747954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a super hiding spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPRSC6oybI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/Yv1QeWimpJc/s1600/DSC05580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPRSC6oybI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/Yv1QeWimpJc/s200/DSC05580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526991275664394674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capri gives great hugs!  And slobbery kisses too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPRSq2qOQI/AAAAAAAAEkY/N-lPVc3P8iQ/s1600/DSC05585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPRSq2qOQI/AAAAAAAAEkY/N-lPVc3P8iQ/s200/DSC05585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526991286385129730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome trying to get in on the "cheese"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPRRakxIfI/AAAAAAAAEkA/PRe0S8UBYus/s1600/DSC05569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPRRakxIfI/AAAAAAAAEkA/PRe0S8UBYus/s200/DSC05569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526991264835248626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome put his shoes on by himself, socks and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPO7FxWe6I/AAAAAAAAEjY/zRZZw6c0CQ0/s1600/DSC05545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPO7FxWe6I/AAAAAAAAEjY/zRZZw6c0CQ0/s200/DSC05545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526988682270505890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing Mommy's shoes (the only time he sits still and its not in focus, boo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPRSxChL9I/AAAAAAAAEkg/OMmtqu1u62A/s1600/DSC05589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPRSxChL9I/AAAAAAAAEkg/OMmtqu1u62A/s200/DSC05589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526991288045481938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Grandpa who gives great horsey rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPO8KEvyfI/AAAAAAAAEjw/EG7J36HX9Tw/s1600/DSC05563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPO8KEvyfI/AAAAAAAAEjw/EG7J36HX9Tw/s200/DSC05563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526988700605467122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capri tried cereal puffs, she loves them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPO8cIOR2I/AAAAAAAAEj4/wyTMrab5w4U/s1600/DSC05564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPO8cIOR2I/AAAAAAAAEj4/wyTMrab5w4U/s200/DSC05564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526988705451886434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so tasty, but not fun in your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPRR9PDSYI/AAAAAAAAEkI/sJvB5vRwr-4/s1600/DSC05575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPRR9PDSYI/AAAAAAAAEkI/sJvB5vRwr-4/s200/DSC05575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526991274139404674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away from a diaper change. Yes, she is only wearing shoes and a hair bow. I can't keep her away from the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPM4U0vvDI/AAAAAAAAEjA/DtjPPzsd_8s/s1600/DSC05554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPM4U0vvDI/AAAAAAAAEjA/DtjPPzsd_8s/s200/DSC05554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526986435748412466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathtime, mostly fun together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPKluPu7dI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/KmUcoQ98xzY/s1600/DSC05594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPKluPu7dI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/KmUcoQ98xzY/s200/DSC05594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526983917131722194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPKlaObU9I/AAAAAAAAEiI/jVxbGMlWiXE/s1600/DSC03295.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPKlaObU9I/AAAAAAAAEiI/jVxbGMlWiXE/s200/DSC03295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526983911757534162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capri is getting so big! She's quick, but Rome was doing it too. If you look close you can see her mini dimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPKluPu7dI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/KmUcoQ98xzY/s1600/DSC05594.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-8158415282696859269?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/8158415282696859269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=8158415282696859269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8158415282696859269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8158415282696859269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/10/falling-behind.html' title='Falling Behind'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TLPKmD80xKI/AAAAAAAAEiY/whj0WM-Izis/s72-c/DSC05505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-3427955194449304391</id><published>2010-09-26T21:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:20:58.306-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><title type='text'>Over half a year old!</title><content type='html'>Capri is 7 months old! She finally started gaining weight and loves baby food. She is moving everywhere! I have been so worried about getting her shoes because she is convinced that she is going to walk. Ahhh! Slow down girlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAL1vMmayI/AAAAAAAAEhg/K2-80TNCZ04/s1600/DSC05520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAL1vMmayI/AAAAAAAAEhg/K2-80TNCZ04/s320/DSC05520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521426160986516258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAL2OepihI/AAAAAAAAEho/JZ_SkwAMsKM/s1600/DSC05525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAL2OepihI/AAAAAAAAEho/JZ_SkwAMsKM/s320/DSC05525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521426169383717394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAL2T0bX5I/AAAAAAAAEhw/rk01IpeZu_A/s1600/DSC05528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAL2T0bX5I/AAAAAAAAEhw/rk01IpeZu_A/s320/DSC05528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521426170817240978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks so innocent...this is what the rest of the pictures look like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAL2tksEQI/AAAAAAAAEh4/J8tzmztPuUE/s1600/DSC05521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAL2tksEQI/AAAAAAAAEh4/J8tzmztPuUE/s320/DSC05521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521426177730547970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAL3PGGwdI/AAAAAAAAEiA/1xTX3UrXqiw/s1600/DSC05526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAL3PGGwdI/AAAAAAAAEiA/1xTX3UrXqiw/s320/DSC05526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521426186729079250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, she's a wild one. Lucky she is so darn happy and adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-3427955194449304391?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/3427955194449304391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=3427955194449304391&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3427955194449304391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3427955194449304391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/09/over-half-year-old.html' title='Over half a year old!'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAL1vMmayI/AAAAAAAAEhg/K2-80TNCZ04/s72-c/DSC05520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-15662005443003591</id><published>2010-09-26T18:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:05:56.696-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>August is Gone</title><content type='html'>I feel like I missed it because it went by so fast. There was Chase's wedding and then the month was over! Capri was super busy and Rome and I were just trying to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAFqYEiHZI/AAAAAAAAEgo/nSAzNelEOYQ/s1600/DSC05491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAFqYEiHZI/AAAAAAAAEgo/nSAzNelEOYQ/s200/DSC05491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521419368730336658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capri loves playing on Brother's bed and decided she can sit up all by herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAFrMyVhkI/AAAAAAAAEg4/hJh578RigsI/s1600/DSC05484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAFrMyVhkI/AAAAAAAAEg4/hJh578RigsI/s200/DSC05484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521419382881093186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she can pull up on her toys or the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAFq7F86fI/AAAAAAAAEgw/6Ku1Ks1UJkQ/s1600/DSC05470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAFq7F86fI/AAAAAAAAEgw/6Ku1Ks1UJkQ/s200/DSC05470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521419378131528178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and stand in her crib. Scary, but she is sooo happy about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAFrSDXqRI/AAAAAAAAEhA/fl534C1AxA4/s1600/DSC05500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAFrSDXqRI/AAAAAAAAEhA/fl534C1AxA4/s200/DSC05500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521419384294713618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can also crawl across the whole house. Check it out. She is under the table and she started out to the left of the TV stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAFqKJ8aNI/AAAAAAAAEgg/xD7Sz1krY8c/s1600/DSC05447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAFqKJ8aNI/AAAAAAAAEgg/xD7Sz1krY8c/s200/DSC05447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521419364994934994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome tried to fit in by eating a bath crayon. Yup. I asked him where it went and he said he ate it. And he did. I had to scrub it out of his teeth. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAJNpsJwGI/AAAAAAAAEhI/XXFgG9_JeXg/s1600/DSC05460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAJNpsJwGI/AAAAAAAAEhI/XXFgG9_JeXg/s200/DSC05460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521423273290219618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating purple yogurt with his hands. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAJOciYJOI/AAAAAAAAEhY/7Oa3_FM1HGo/s1600/DSC05462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAJOciYJOI/AAAAAAAAEhY/7Oa3_FM1HGo/s200/DSC05462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521423286939428066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did cute things too, like trying out Daddy's new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAJN3rQqbI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/mrc_Iawulcs/s1600/DSC05366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAJN3rQqbI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/mrc_Iawulcs/s200/DSC05366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521423277044574642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And putting Corduroy in the baby carrier. His idea. He can be sweet sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;On to next month. I'll never catch up... I just try to hang on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-15662005443003591?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/15662005443003591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=15662005443003591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/15662005443003591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/15662005443003591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/09/august-is-gone.html' title='August is Gone'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TKAFqYEiHZI/AAAAAAAAEgo/nSAzNelEOYQ/s72-c/DSC05491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-5645234134741372863</id><published>2010-08-18T11:02:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T12:43:36.902-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><title type='text'>Capri 6 Months</title><content type='html'>Capri is half a year old! Where has the time gone? She is such a happy baby. She loves hair, it goes straight in her mouth, and pushing buttons. She also likes playing with her brother's cars. He likes them, they must be cool. She had her 6 month check-up and they yelled at me again. She is only 12 lbs 4 oz. down to the 5th %. Tiny! But she got taller, 25 1/4 in. and the 75th %. And she looks good otherwise. She just doesn't weigh enough. They told me to start supplementing (which I totally don't agree with) and feeding her high calorie food. Like what? What baby first foods are more high calorie? I try to feed her and she doesn't like it. I can get maybe a tablespoon of oatmeal mixed with water and teaspoon of applesauce. Maybe. But at the end they agreed that maybe she is moving around so much that she is burning all of her calories. Thank you! I have been saying that for the last 2 months! Hello, this girl is crawling everywhere. They must not be too worried because They don't want to see her again before 9 months. I am not worried. I feed her every 3 hours, sometimes even at night. She is old enough to sleep through the night, I just feel bad not feeding her because she is so little! At least she is looking bigger. It is really hard on me to put her next to a newborn and have the newborn be bigger. I have to try not to cry when I see these other 3 month babies that are huge and chubby. I know I am not doing a bad job and there is not much I can do to make her get bigger. It just makes me sad sometimes. She is quite the acrobat though. She can crawl and climb and stand with help. She is not so interested in sitting. If you hold her on your lap for more than 5 minutes you start to get a workout with all of her twisting and squirming. In fact just last night I put her mattress down because she was climbing up her blankets and bumper and pulling up on the edge of her crib. So, she woke up and Josh went in to find her standing and smiling. I had to see it to believe it. How can she do that??!! Yea, its going down some more. What a crazy girl, but we just love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwmqeb8NSI/AAAAAAAAEfg/AXxQzmS9LXM/s1600/DSC05436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwmqeb8NSI/AAAAAAAAEfg/AXxQzmS9LXM/s320/DSC05436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506818955533890850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwntYz13hI/AAAAAAAAEfo/jh7zQgRfslE/s1600/DSC05435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwntYz13hI/AAAAAAAAEfo/jh7zQgRfslE/s320/DSC05435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506820105074761234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwnuPh29uI/AAAAAAAAEf4/ElZ4Q_CRk7o/s1600/DSC05441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwnuPh29uI/AAAAAAAAEf4/ElZ4Q_CRk7o/s320/DSC05441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506820119763285730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwnt4b1rhI/AAAAAAAAEfw/Y_8ND4u956k/s1600/DSC05440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwnt4b1rhI/AAAAAAAAEfw/Y_8ND4u956k/s320/DSC05440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506820113564020242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwnuqDADJI/AAAAAAAAEgA/YJxJGIEKb00/s1600/DSC05442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwnuqDADJI/AAAAAAAAEgA/YJxJGIEKb00/s320/DSC05442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506820126881614994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwnvL6A4YI/AAAAAAAAEgI/Ud01w1VTNO4/s1600/DSC05444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwnvL6A4YI/AAAAAAAAEgI/Ud01w1VTNO4/s320/DSC05444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506820135970726274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwoBSe4beI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/vSUxDgOUY4s/s1600/DSC05446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwoBSe4beI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/vSUxDgOUY4s/s320/DSC05446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506820446973619682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-5645234134741372863?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/5645234134741372863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=5645234134741372863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5645234134741372863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5645234134741372863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/08/capri-6-months.html' title='Capri 6 Months'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwmqeb8NSI/AAAAAAAAEfg/AXxQzmS9LXM/s72-c/DSC05436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-4384234210510192853</id><published>2010-08-15T10:46:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T10:51:21.763-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Drama Wedding of the Year!</title><content type='html'>Yes! Chase is now married! He has always brought his own drama to everything and his wedding was no different. It is a very long story, so I will spare you the details. Anyway, we love Morgan and are so happy she is now a part of our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhQcao4FSI/AAAAAAAAEdY/mSQrKBvob3g/s1600/DSC05369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhQcao4FSI/AAAAAAAAEdY/mSQrKBvob3g/s200/DSC05369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505738993577760034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhQv7CgvJI/AAAAAAAAEdg/ICo4-8gBSSg/s1600/DSC05370.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhQv7CgvJI/AAAAAAAAEdg/ICo4-8gBSSg/s200/DSC05370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505739328692731026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute dress I made for Capri (no buttons yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhOGRqBhqI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/Xu_Yrqso0U8/s1600/DSC05363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhOGRqBhqI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/Xu_Yrqso0U8/s200/DSC05363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505736414186276514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwG4zqsegI/AAAAAAAAEeg/S7RdNcexVfc/s1600/DSC05434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwG4zqsegI/AAAAAAAAEeg/S7RdNcexVfc/s200/DSC05434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506784017378998786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome's outfit, you can't tell, but it had knots instead of buttons and a pocket on the front.&lt;br /&gt;We all got glitter toes(I don't have a picture) but I got my nails done too. Sparkly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwG5qR9frI/AAAAAAAAEeo/NwcVe1hYyWc/s1600/DSC05418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwG5qR9frI/AAAAAAAAEeo/NwcVe1hYyWc/s200/DSC05418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506784032039206578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our hair done. It was gorgeous! (and painful! tons of pins, ouch!) Also, I had to get up at 6 am to get there with my Mom, but Rome helped me out by waking up screaming at 5:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhS9lBBdPI/AAAAAAAAEd4/Q5fyobP08tY/s1600/DSC05406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhS9lBBdPI/AAAAAAAAEd4/Q5fyobP08tY/s200/DSC05406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505741762322330866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhRsdcIHPI/AAAAAAAAEdo/ZZjw1hg1YBM/s1600/DSC05404.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhRsdcIHPI/AAAAAAAAEdo/ZZjw1hg1YBM/s200/DSC05404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505740368719125746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome wasn't feeling well. You can't see Capri's cute buttons. Guess I should've taken off her bib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhUjFXSUJI/AAAAAAAAEeA/1LgzcDNWlUE/s1600/DSC05407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhUjFXSUJI/AAAAAAAAEeA/1LgzcDNWlUE/s200/DSC05407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505743506172432530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhUjhjwiTI/AAAAAAAAEeI/aTXrPigYzLE/s1600/DSC05409.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhUjhjwiTI/AAAAAAAAEeI/aTXrPigYzLE/s200/DSC05409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505743513740937522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only pic I got of them. What a beautiful dress! Rome at the fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhUkMJ07nI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/nPBmlVnzNT8/s1600/DSC05410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhUkMJ07nI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/nPBmlVnzNT8/s200/DSC05410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505743525174898290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out waiting for the photographer. He was sooooo SLOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwG6AfphaI/AAAAAAAAEew/MUKWGkDnMO4/s1600/DSC05412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwG6AfphaI/AAAAAAAAEew/MUKWGkDnMO4/s200/DSC05412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506784038002197922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Tonia and G-ma and G-pa Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwG6aiDSlI/AAAAAAAAEe4/8C4vxsz5zXA/s1600/DSC05414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGwG6aiDSlI/AAAAAAAAEe4/8C4vxsz5zXA/s200/DSC05414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506784044991597138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Finally! Yes, Rome is playing on the floor in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhUksXFYsI/AAAAAAAAEeY/IShgOP96in0/s1600/DSC05411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhUksXFYsI/AAAAAAAAEeY/IShgOP96in0/s200/DSC05411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505743533820437186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhSSxRYSzI/AAAAAAAAEdw/yitJntqwBDM/s1600/DSC05415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhSSxRYSzI/AAAAAAAAEdw/yitJntqwBDM/s200/DSC05415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505741026877786930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting the cake (which somehow we didn't get to eat)&lt;br /&gt;There was dancing too, but I only got one wild dance with Chase right before we left. It was such a long day and the kids were done. (So was Josh.) We have decided that next time we are getting a babysitter. Weddings are so not made for 2 year olds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-4384234210510192853?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/4384234210510192853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=4384234210510192853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4384234210510192853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4384234210510192853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/08/drama-wedding-of-year.html' title='Drama Wedding of the Year!'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGhQcao4FSI/AAAAAAAAEdY/mSQrKBvob3g/s72-c/DSC05369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-6902952092580077218</id><published>2010-07-29T14:35:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:53:47.390-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Hot for July</title><content type='html'>Yup, July is almost over. I don't know where it went. It felt like it just crawled by. Maybe it was the terrible heat. Lots of 90's and some days over 100! And our swamp cooler broke. I'll just say our house was STEAMY! So here is what we did trying to stay cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TFHpO_7fESI/AAAAAAAAEZg/pnk0ncvedyg/s1600/DSC05286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TFHpO_7fESI/AAAAAAAAEZg/pnk0ncvedyg/s200/DSC05286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499433063884460322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TFHpPrp6CqI/AAAAAAAAEZo/tufeDsCWwbs/s1600/DSC05288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TFHpPrp6CqI/AAAAAAAAEZo/tufeDsCWwbs/s200/DSC05288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499433075621890722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparklers for July 4th, we had to practice for a couple days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TFHpQBflUlI/AAAAAAAAEZw/iqx97fUBIBo/s1600/DSC05308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TFHpQBflUlI/AAAAAAAAEZw/iqx97fUBIBo/s200/DSC05308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499433081484169810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capri turned 5 Months, She is still super little and super happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TFHpQ-3M1zI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/z44hHpqFQPk/s1600/DSC05316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TFHpQ-3M1zI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/z44hHpqFQPk/s200/DSC05316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499433097957791538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No she is not really sitting. I keep trying to show her how. She is however, crawling. Really. Up on her hands and knees then belly flop. Not very efficient but it gets her where she wants to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbtadkgebI/AAAAAAAAEaI/HJbv4jJTBzM/s1600/DSC05320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbtadkgebI/AAAAAAAAEaI/HJbv4jJTBzM/s200/DSC05320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505348633377143218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbta_USmDI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/5MkP6GPY2ac/s1600/DSC05281.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbta_USmDI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/5MkP6GPY2ac/s200/DSC05281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505348642435930162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome dressed himself and wore Daddy's shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbtcYsc_TI/AAAAAAAAEao/XNSIu1EHKQM/s1600/DSC05336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbtcYsc_TI/AAAAAAAAEao/XNSIu1EHKQM/s200/DSC05336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505348666428030258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capri tried to undress herself and got stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbtbS8WFoI/AAAAAAAAEaY/4g2TxREOfsU/s1600/DSC05301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbtbS8WFoI/AAAAAAAAEaY/4g2TxREOfsU/s200/DSC05301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505348647704204930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sleeping in her bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbvdH3NepI/AAAAAAAAEbI/XlItOy8mx3s/s1600/DSC05332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbvdH3NepI/AAAAAAAAEbI/XlItOy8mx3s/s200/DSC05332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505350878112873106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling a Honey bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbtb8GQrjI/AAAAAAAAEag/j7ZaOSpPCM4/s1600/DSC05333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbtb8GQrjI/AAAAAAAAEag/j7ZaOSpPCM4/s200/DSC05333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505348658751647282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo she looks bigger! Look at that chin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbvck1GidI/AAAAAAAAEbA/wuDhZmqNWg8/s1600/DSC05329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbvck1GidI/AAAAAAAAEbA/wuDhZmqNWg8/s200/DSC05329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505350868708788690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We read books, of course this was as we were trying to leave somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbvbqwO6hI/AAAAAAAAEaw/Zfcjktw4syk/s1600/DSC05322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbvbqwO6hI/AAAAAAAAEaw/Zfcjktw4syk/s200/DSC05322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505350853119109650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a lot (in front of the fan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbzlvolBXI/AAAAAAAAEbo/BFL7ET7MM1E/s1600/DSC05338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbzlvolBXI/AAAAAAAAEbo/BFL7ET7MM1E/s200/DSC05338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505355424274384242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capri ate lots of things. Rice cereal, she didn't like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbvcFm9lII/AAAAAAAAEa4/lVTumON0_N8/s1600/DSC05344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbvcFm9lII/AAAAAAAAEa4/lVTumON0_N8/s200/DSC05344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505350860327982210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popsicles, she loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbzld5ifdI/AAAAAAAAEbg/B0ZqcFexBco/s1600/DSC05349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbzld5ifdI/AAAAAAAAEbg/B0ZqcFexBco/s200/DSC05349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505355419513683410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper, yucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbzk4Hyk9I/AAAAAAAAEbY/CHsuHrTylNk/s1600/DSC05335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbzk4Hyk9I/AAAAAAAAEbY/CHsuHrTylNk/s200/DSC05335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505355409372910546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...the bottle was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbzmJZFS_I/AAAAAAAAEbw/pJ8Bbyg4tFs/s1600/DSC05346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbzmJZFS_I/AAAAAAAAEbw/pJ8Bbyg4tFs/s200/DSC05346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505355431188712434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got our own pool oasis in the backyard. It was heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbvdvrClGI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/JrMme2nlBSg/s1600/DSC05340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbvdvrClGI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/JrMme2nlBSg/s200/DSC05340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505350888799245410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Capri some hooded towels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbzm1DnqDI/AAAAAAAAEb4/1JlZ_e28cco/s1600/DSC05360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TGbzm1DnqDI/AAAAAAAAEb4/1JlZ_e28cco/s200/DSC05360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505355442909849650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome tested out our one tomato. He thought it was an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TFHpRb-dQ_I/AAAAAAAAEaA/jktlWv3nhxQ/s1600/DSC05356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TFHpRb-dQ_I/AAAAAAAAEaA/jktlWv3nhxQ/s200/DSC05356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499433105772856306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw a shower for my Brother's fiance Morgan (with help from Mom and Clare) It was fun! And this is the only picture I got of her. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;On to August!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-6902952092580077218?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/6902952092580077218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=6902952092580077218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6902952092580077218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6902952092580077218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/07/hot-for-july.html' title='Hot for July'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TFHpO_7fESI/AAAAAAAAEZg/pnk0ncvedyg/s72-c/DSC05286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-6593810119687706864</id><published>2010-07-12T11:20:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T14:28:35.688-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>June Fun</title><content type='html'>Some fun stuff we did in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TDtQJfgNwpI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/hZKs_ZVR-X0/s1600/DSC05171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TDtQJfgNwpI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/hZKs_ZVR-X0/s320/DSC05171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493072294514115218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrestled with Daddy, and then got tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4Stmf3cnI/AAAAAAAAEZA/5ddCJpJug8U/s1600/DSC05200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4Stmf3cnI/AAAAAAAAEZA/5ddCJpJug8U/s320/DSC05200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493849170076201586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held our sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4VXQMYVOI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/7-igTSevlHw/s1600/DSC05211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4VXQMYVOI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/7-igTSevlHw/s320/DSC05211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493852084666651874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capri turned 4 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4VXJbXIvI/AAAAAAAAEZI/402rxm4NriE/s1600/DSC05213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4VXJbXIvI/AAAAAAAAEZI/402rxm4NriE/s320/DSC05213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493852082850439922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a Skinny Minnie! Only 10th % for weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TDtQKGniYmI/AAAAAAAAEXY/DIHi2jN9HNI/s1600/DSC05178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TDtQKGniYmI/AAAAAAAAEXY/DIHi2jN9HNI/s320/DSC05178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493072305013809762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looks adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4Sry0K1gI/AAAAAAAAEYo/vAm54dMUXEI/s1600/DSC05241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4Sry0K1gI/AAAAAAAAEYo/vAm54dMUXEI/s320/DSC05241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493849139022845442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4SsdwK4BI/AAAAAAAAEYw/fzZnN_C3E3A/s1600/DSC05242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4SsdwK4BI/AAAAAAAAEYw/fzZnN_C3E3A/s320/DSC05242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493849150548795410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Papa (or Gra-gra) too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TDtQLYOxAgI/AAAAAAAAEXo/5HF6H7Iic70/s1600/DSC05187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TDtQLYOxAgI/AAAAAAAAEXo/5HF6H7Iic70/s320/DSC05187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493072326921617922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played outside and ate Popsicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TDtQMHwNaAI/AAAAAAAAEXw/zhk0WBw4dTY/s1600/DSC05190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TDtQMHwNaAI/AAAAAAAAEXw/zhk0WBw4dTY/s320/DSC05190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493072339678357506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4SrFstePI/AAAAAAAAEYg/9cvEqDKKYLM/s1600/DSC05195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4SrFstePI/AAAAAAAAEYg/9cvEqDKKYLM/s320/DSC05195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493849126911965426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crashed ALL of our toys outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TDtQKhtL2aI/AAAAAAAAEXg/1-bnyh2Dyaw/s1600/DSC05247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TDtQKhtL2aI/AAAAAAAAEXg/1-bnyh2Dyaw/s320/DSC05247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493072312285256098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played in the turtle 'bath'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4Q1MO5wdI/AAAAAAAAEYY/FoRnJWvVvvE/s1600/DSC05270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4Q1MO5wdI/AAAAAAAAEYY/FoRnJWvVvvE/s320/DSC05270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493847101441425874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played in the real bath. Capri is unsure about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4Q0oxbfFI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/mikriGRODcA/s1600/DSC05222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4Q0oxbfFI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/mikriGRODcA/s320/DSC05222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493847091922566226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she looks so cute after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4QzvVftTI/AAAAAAAAEYA/HUylb2jcrz8/s1600/DSC05256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4QzvVftTI/AAAAAAAAEYA/HUylb2jcrz8/s320/DSC05256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493847076504581426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capri found her thumb and loves to chew on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4bXlob0rI/AAAAAAAAEZY/J1RYERKjZQ4/s1600/DSC05234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4bXlob0rI/AAAAAAAAEZY/J1RYERKjZQ4/s320/DSC05234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493858687491232434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a yard sale on Father's Day weekend. Goodbye orange couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4Qyh4oBkI/AAAAAAAAEX4/j3xWGM5y3EM/s1600/DSC05249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4Qyh4oBkI/AAAAAAAAEX4/j3xWGM5y3EM/s320/DSC05249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493847055713961538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a fancy new couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4Q0C6_cII/AAAAAAAAEYI/dr1ZVk4CaHM/s1600/DSC05252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4Q0C6_cII/AAAAAAAAEYI/dr1ZVk4CaHM/s320/DSC05252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493847081762123906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cory came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4SswkXqGI/AAAAAAAAEY4/4W2XTGLpxWM/s1600/DSC05264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TD4SswkXqGI/AAAAAAAAEY4/4W2XTGLpxWM/s320/DSC05264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493849155599575138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Glenwood Hot Springs. Rome LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a fun summer already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-6593810119687706864?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/6593810119687706864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=6593810119687706864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6593810119687706864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6593810119687706864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/07/june-fun.html' title='June Fun'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TDtQJfgNwpI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/hZKs_ZVR-X0/s72-c/DSC05171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-7764984079308948317</id><published>2010-06-25T13:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T13:40:55.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TCUF9YEfVfI/AAAAAAAAEXI/yy7JRrB0KbM/s1600/crying"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TCUF9YEfVfI/AAAAAAAAEXI/yy7JRrB0KbM/s320/crying" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486798273012258290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that was it. It was a kinda tough day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-7764984079308948317?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/7764984079308948317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=7764984079308948317&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/7764984079308948317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/7764984079308948317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/06/yesterday.html' title='YESTERDAY'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TCUF9YEfVfI/AAAAAAAAEXI/yy7JRrB0KbM/s72-c/crying' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-4925234006005392401</id><published>2010-06-16T22:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:14:23.091-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Buried Treasure</title><content type='html'>This last two weeks we have been un-packing our garage. We decided we won't be moving any time soon, so we should put all our stuff back in the house. Then, we decided to have a garage sale. So, I have been unpacking and going through all of our extra stuff. Scrapbooks, sheets and blankets, trinkets and picture frames. I found all kinds of stuff I don't remember packing up over a year ago. Wow! That is really scary!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found these poems that I wrote sometime in High School. I think they are so funny. I wanted to share. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The cheesiest love poem ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a flutterbug&lt;br /&gt;kind of like a cold.&lt;br /&gt;I give part of him to everyone&lt;br /&gt;and he never gets too old.&lt;br /&gt;A certain person made him come to me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that person has one too.&lt;br /&gt;Because when we are together,&lt;br /&gt;then both of them are free.&lt;br /&gt;This little flutterbug&lt;br /&gt;He squeezed into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that him and me&lt;br /&gt;will never have to part.&lt;br /&gt;Because he brings with him a something,&lt;br /&gt;it's harder to describe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;than anything I ever have,&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me think I'm special.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me think that I might have&lt;br /&gt;the world inside my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I could wish for anything.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't mind a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Just go and work his butt off&lt;br /&gt;and try to get me it.&lt;br /&gt;What strange bug is this?&lt;br /&gt;Though I love him so.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that he would stay forever&lt;br /&gt;because I will hate to see him go.&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely feel, my friend!&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that you know.&lt;br /&gt;For if you don't, you miss a lot&lt;br /&gt;from his warm caressing glow.&lt;br /&gt;I think that I am with you,&lt;br /&gt;for I don't really have him yet.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did tell you a lie.&lt;br /&gt;For that I do regret.&lt;br /&gt;But, I know that he is coming&lt;br /&gt;at some far and foggy date.&lt;br /&gt;I know that he will be here,&lt;br /&gt;and for that I cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;Because the lonely stars are falling&lt;br /&gt;into my darkened sky.&lt;br /&gt;And some dewy tears are being found&lt;br /&gt;upon my closed shut eye.&lt;br /&gt;And I keep falling farther&lt;br /&gt;than I could ever think.&lt;br /&gt;And a thought comes to me&lt;br /&gt;that I might never fly.&lt;br /&gt;but, it is not that way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite so sad,&lt;br /&gt;because my dear friends&lt;br /&gt;keep me from feeling bad.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can see some of them&lt;br /&gt;with flutterbys; not flutterbugs you see.&lt;br /&gt;Because flutterbys must stop and rest&lt;br /&gt;and flutterbugs Always Fly.&lt;br /&gt;Flutterbys are earthly&lt;br /&gt;and die when we do.&lt;br /&gt;But flutterbugs are forever&lt;br /&gt;and will always stay with me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world is a spinnin&lt;br /&gt;and I aint a winnin&lt;br /&gt;All I think about is you&lt;br /&gt;All I can think about is you&lt;br /&gt;If I get you out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my world is fine&lt;br /&gt;When I first met you&lt;br /&gt;I did my homework&lt;br /&gt;and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm a stranger in my own room&lt;br /&gt;and I want to assume&lt;br /&gt; that I am falling away.&lt;br /&gt;When I start to wonderin&lt;br /&gt;why I'm alive,&lt;br /&gt;I grab my keys and drive.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself in your place&lt;br /&gt;and I just wish that I could,&lt;br /&gt;could see your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These were for Josh, so a little older)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's nice&lt;br /&gt;Its paradise,&lt;br /&gt;summertime all year.&lt;br /&gt;Some folks we know&lt;br /&gt;they say hello.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is having&lt;br /&gt;you here, in my place.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;it feels so strange.&lt;br /&gt;Like you're missing.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry&lt;br /&gt;I have no energy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you know how it feels&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my life&lt;br /&gt;You are my soul&lt;br /&gt;You are my faith&lt;br /&gt;When I get cold&lt;br /&gt;You are my strength&lt;br /&gt;You are my pride&lt;br /&gt;and in your glance&lt;br /&gt;No need to hide&lt;br /&gt;You are my freedom&lt;br /&gt;You are my friend&lt;br /&gt;You're the beginning&lt;br /&gt;and you're the end&lt;br /&gt;You are my love&lt;br /&gt;You are my voice&lt;br /&gt;I would not leave you&lt;br /&gt;If I had the choice&lt;br /&gt;You are the ivy&lt;br /&gt;On my brick wall&lt;br /&gt;You're a Picasso&lt;br /&gt;You are my all&lt;br /&gt;You may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But truth is told&lt;br /&gt;That I will love you&lt;br /&gt;Till time gets old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-4925234006005392401?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/4925234006005392401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=4925234006005392401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4925234006005392401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4925234006005392401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/06/buried-treasure.html' title='Buried Treasure'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-8619366354942405635</id><published>2010-06-15T22:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:46:19.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Loser? No?</title><content type='html'>When Rome was about 5 months old I joined Clare in her Biggest Loser workout to get in shape. It worked out so well that I thought I would do it again. Plus, I am soooo tired of my clothes not fitting. Even my fat clothes are just a bit too tight. It drives me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;Well, Josh decided he should get in shape and eat healthy too. He got sick  and lost 10 lbs and hasn't done anything else. His biggest contibution is not complaining when I serve vegetables or salad with dinner. Way to  go honey. Don't go overboard or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, am trying to go walking 2-3 times a week, eat more veggies and fruits, and not eat too much chocolate or cookies. Josh yells at me when I make them, so I stared hiding them in the fridge. Then, he asks why I am hiding the cookies from him. Hmm, is this a trick question?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am only 2 weeks in. It is tough to go walking at all. I am so tired and it keeps getting hotter. And Josh is no help, so I am so NOT motivated. I am a little less hungry, but I have to keep eating snacks to keep my milk up. Just good snacks. I don't feel like I am getting anywhere yet, but I think I might have lost 2 lbs. Maybe. My scale is off by 1-3 lbs, so I have to guess. I like to round down. Only 25 more to go! I really want to fit into my clothes by the time it gets cold. I don't want to be wearing maternity clothes because they are the only thing I own that fits. Ugh! Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-8619366354942405635?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/8619366354942405635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=8619366354942405635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8619366354942405635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8619366354942405635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-loser-no.html' title='Big Loser? No?'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-4545304993302355256</id><published>2010-06-15T22:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:30:56.527-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>2 Years...Oh My!</title><content type='html'>Yup, that's right. Rome is Two! He is such a fun little kid. He is still such a Mommas boy. I like it, but it makes things difficult sometimes. He as quickly learning new words and even sentences. His first one was at bedtime one night and he said, "I go out dare say ni-night daddy." Pretty good! I started this list a couple months ago and he says waaaay more already. My favorite is "I trazy tid." Yea buddy, you are. He really keeps us busy and on our toes. Ahhh, I just love that boy!&lt;br /&gt;Some of these are easy and some are funny, but really this list is just for me.&lt;br /&gt;banana- nana&lt;br /&gt;cookie-doot doo&lt;br /&gt;cute- koot&lt;br /&gt;play- play ah&lt;br /&gt;its dark- its barn&lt;br /&gt;piano- trano&lt;br /&gt;pancake- cancake&lt;br /&gt;pizza- pedis&lt;br /&gt;this kind- skine&lt;br /&gt;grapes- brates&lt;br /&gt;strawberries- strawbees&lt;br /&gt;blueberries- boo berries&lt;br /&gt;raspberries- red boo berries&lt;br /&gt;spongebob- spom bum&lt;br /&gt;salt- sauce&lt;br /&gt;stuck- skuck&lt;br /&gt;slide- sah wide&lt;br /&gt;tv- tee&lt;br /&gt;computer- puter&lt;br /&gt;helicopter- he cocker&lt;br /&gt;frog- fawg&lt;br /&gt;clap- crap (this one will get you if you are not listening!)&lt;br /&gt;monkey- worky&lt;br /&gt;off- ott&lt;br /&gt;dinosaur- dars&lt;br /&gt;shake- hake&lt;br /&gt;cream/ clean up- creema&lt;br /&gt;noodles- yooys&lt;br /&gt;food- foo t&lt;br /&gt;thank you- ke koo&lt;br /&gt;josh- jaw sh&lt;br /&gt;jocie- doe tee&lt;br /&gt;capri- cappy&lt;br /&gt;sister- sitter&lt;br /&gt;later- yater (with so-so hand sign)&lt;br /&gt;I like it- I yike it&lt;br /&gt;flip flops- fah fops&lt;br /&gt;I throw it- a foe t&lt;br /&gt;train says "ah-choo!"&lt;br /&gt;hide and seek, we don't hide, just run around saying "I hidin!"&lt;br /&gt;please- pah-weeze! with cheesy smile (no more little kid 'pees' for me!)&lt;br /&gt;Ah at the end of words- hiya, play ah, fun ah&lt;br /&gt;He puts 'nin' at the end of words too- run nin, sleep nin, play nin nin nin&lt;br /&gt;He will say he is doing something 'ah kay' and if you say OK, he will do  it. You really have to listen to what he says he is doing. "I go  outside wit Zeus, ah kay."&lt;br /&gt;He likes the letter I and things are scared and in trouble a lot. (I promise he didn't get that from me! It was in a book!)&lt;br /&gt;He says "ah-no" or "oh-yea" to answer questions and "oh" for I don't know&lt;br /&gt;"you say dat" to copy him and say whatever he is talking about, makes for funny conversations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-4545304993302355256?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/4545304993302355256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=4545304993302355256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4545304993302355256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4545304993302355256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-yearsoh-my.html' title='2 Years...Oh My!'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-2151828885473388760</id><published>2010-06-02T13:14:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:54:13.831-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><title type='text'>3 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAa1unXFlmI/AAAAAAAAEWo/Z6MxayDhqvI/s1600/DSC05162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAa1unXFlmI/AAAAAAAAEWo/Z6MxayDhqvI/s320/DSC05162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478265809187214946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAa1wPZPdaI/AAAAAAAAEXA/1KHhGVWkqdQ/s1600/DSC05161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAa1wPZPdaI/AAAAAAAAEXA/1KHhGVWkqdQ/s320/DSC05161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478265837113537954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAa1vOezXEI/AAAAAAAAEWw/4EG7pC62fHI/s1600/DSC05164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAa1vOezXEI/AAAAAAAAEWw/4EG7pC62fHI/s320/DSC05164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478265819688557634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAa1vQfWL0I/AAAAAAAAEW4/6L_MAqrjBns/s1600/DSC05165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAa1vQfWL0I/AAAAAAAAEW4/6L_MAqrjBns/s320/DSC05165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478265820227710786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it has been 3 months already! It has really flown by. Capri is getting so big and doing all kinds of new things. When we went to the doctor for sickness week she was 11 lbs and 12 oz. Almost into size 2 diapers, yay! She is just such a skinny minnie. She still wears most of her newborn pants and is barely into her 3 month clothes. Oh well, they will be well used. This week has been big. She learned to roll over, blow raspberries and she found her feet!  She is loving playing on the floor, on her tummy or back, but has a hard time staying in one place. She just keeps rolling until she hits something. Rome never did that. He hated rolling over. She is such a happy baby and smiles all the time. She sometimes giggles in her sleep which is just so sweet! She is sleeping pretty well. She takes 3-4 naps during the day, goes to bed with Rome around 8 pm and then gets up 1-2 times in the night. She just moved out of our room and in with Rome and he has already learned to sleep through night feedings. Great! I am amazed that I get an hour or two to do whatever I want at night. I don't usually do anything, I am just not used to it yet. Hopefully I can get back into scrapbooking or sewing or any Mommy time. Having 2 kids is hard. Its lucky they are so darn cute. I just love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-2151828885473388760?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/2151828885473388760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=2151828885473388760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/2151828885473388760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/2151828885473388760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-months-old.html' title='3 Months Old'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAa1unXFlmI/AAAAAAAAEWo/Z6MxayDhqvI/s72-c/DSC05162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-5405256640083233731</id><published>2010-06-01T13:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:37:41.394-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>May Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVnpihRZmI/AAAAAAAAEUY/1oigrjhYWVM/s1600/DSC05042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVnpihRZmI/AAAAAAAAEUY/1oigrjhYWVM/s200/DSC05042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477898485104731746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tummy time is fun when you can talk to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVnqAEi5mI/AAAAAAAAEUg/EYRUEKe_t_s/s1600/DSC05050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVnqAEi5mI/AAAAAAAAEUg/EYRUEKe_t_s/s200/DSC05050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477898493037307490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVnqTS3OQI/AAAAAAAAEUo/I7YctLc6K5w/s1600/DSC05158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVnqTS3OQI/AAAAAAAAEUo/I7YctLc6K5w/s200/DSC05158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477898498197633282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a good Big Brother and helping Capri play with her toys, well she is a bit small still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVop84AuWI/AAAAAAAAEUw/UxYOaxfpcfo/s1600/DSC05061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVop84AuWI/AAAAAAAAEUw/UxYOaxfpcfo/s200/DSC05061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477899591691057506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down to Tucson and stayed at the Grand Canyon on the way down. I have never been and so it was my Mother's Day present. It was kinda cold and windy, but I saw it. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVoqaVvPTI/AAAAAAAAEU4/5TFnE1omMbE/s1600/DSC05072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVoqaVvPTI/AAAAAAAAEU4/5TFnE1omMbE/s200/DSC05072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477899599600368946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky he couldn't see over the wall. He decided he was afraid of heights a couple days before we left. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVorvQUpfI/AAAAAAAAEVI/lmFY0SSFhbU/s1600/DSC05073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVorvQUpfI/AAAAAAAAEVI/lmFY0SSFhbU/s200/DSC05073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477899622394668530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really windy, poor Capri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVorNmLA3I/AAAAAAAAEVA/pIq4WIhEG1U/s1600/DSC05068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVorNmLA3I/AAAAAAAAEVA/pIq4WIhEG1U/s200/DSC05068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477899613359506290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Little Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVrhe7vMNI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/fJ9qUJHTDiY/s1600/DSC05077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVrhe7vMNI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/fJ9qUJHTDiY/s200/DSC05077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477902744749551826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the birds at the Desert Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVriDgJEVI/AAAAAAAAEVY/wtXXlrPlaBk/s1600/DSC05084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVriDgJEVI/AAAAAAAAEVY/wtXXlrPlaBk/s200/DSC05084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477902754565919058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing on the turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVriZe18SI/AAAAAAAAEVg/ZL1ggWn39t4/s1600/DSC05086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVriZe18SI/AAAAAAAAEVg/ZL1ggWn39t4/s200/DSC05086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477902760466051362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to eat ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVtULkxAHI/AAAAAAAAEV4/vABGBJEYcXE/s1600/DSC05092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVtULkxAHI/AAAAAAAAEV4/vABGBJEYcXE/s200/DSC05092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477904715237884018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Generations at Lyndsey's graduation. (this is the only pic I got, sad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVri_InHPI/AAAAAAAAEVo/cFGIEUbDwhs/s1600/DSC05096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVri_InHPI/AAAAAAAAEVo/cFGIEUbDwhs/s200/DSC05096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477902770573352178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the giraffes at the zoo, How Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVrjacr6FI/AAAAAAAAEVw/swXlwEhDybo/s1600/DSC05102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVrjacr6FI/AAAAAAAAEVw/swXlwEhDybo/s200/DSC05102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477902777905309778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out the elephants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVtVXimoGI/AAAAAAAAEWI/B8clldHxjJc/s1600/DSC05117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVtVXimoGI/AAAAAAAAEWI/B8clldHxjJc/s200/DSC05117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477904735629910114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming with Papa in the pool. After he got over being scared, he asked to "get in water" about 20 times a day. I think he might like swim lessons this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVtUow5ipI/AAAAAAAAEWA/Z0W8hv03imU/s1600/DSC05116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVtUow5ipI/AAAAAAAAEWA/Z0W8hv03imU/s200/DSC05116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477904723073403538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari and Grandma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-5405256640083233731?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/5405256640083233731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=5405256640083233731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5405256640083233731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5405256640083233731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/06/may-fun.html' title='May Fun'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/TAVnpihRZmI/AAAAAAAAEUY/1oigrjhYWVM/s72-c/DSC05042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-5876754691996144774</id><published>2010-05-20T14:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T09:38:59.726-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>Foot, Hand and Mouth</title><content type='html'>A story of sickness.&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago Rome got sick. He was coughing and had a runny nose and stopped sleeping. No fun. So, I took him to the doctor and they said he had a cold and an ear infection. They gave him amoxicillan (sp?) and then Benadryll. Great. He started feeling better and sleeping. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Tucson. We went out every day. He hardly napped and went to bed waaaay late every night. The poor kid was a bit cranky and whiny. We walked around a lot and he refused to drink anything. I thought he was just tired. In fact the day before we went home was his Birthday party and he went down for a nap at 2pm...and never got up. He slept all night. He hardly MOVED. So, yea, just tired. Well, we got home and he started coughing again. I thought maybe the medicine didn't work and his awful cold was back. It doesn't work on me. So, I took him back to the doctor and they looked at his throat and it looked terrible. They thought he had tonsilitis and gave me a different antibiotic for it. I ran to the store to get it and started it right away. Then he got a rash. Just a little one on his arms. I thought maybe it was a little eczema. Mine has been unhappy from swimming in the pool all week. But, his got worse. I checked him after we went to the park and his rash looked terrible. His feet had blisters and it had spread up his legs and on his arms and hands. It was even going up his tummy and back. Yikes! I called his doctor and told them I thought it was an allergic reaction the medicine. They said to stop the medicine and give him Benadryll. I got him up from his non-nap (he cried in his crib for an hour) and the rash was on his face. I had a minor meltdown and rushed him and baby Capri to the store to get some Benadryll quick! Then, on the drive home, I realized that I already had some and it was on the kitchen counter. Oops. Oh well, now I have more. Well, the Benadryll wasn't doing anything about the rash. I called his doctor again this morning and they said to bring him in. (3rd visit in 2 weeks, yuck!) We rushed back to the doctor's office and they finally figured out what he has. Hand, foot and mouth disease. A virus. It is contagious and last 7-10 days and there is not much to do about it. Ugh. That is why he doesn't want to drink anything. He has blisters in his mouth. Poor kid!  I guess we are staying home for awhile. Now to throw out my resolve to not watch TV all day long. Maybe I will try again in 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Yea, I got it too. Blisters in my mouth and throat. Ouch! Dang sharing with a 2 year old! I am now starting to tune out CARS. Good because we have another week stuck at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-5876754691996144774?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/5876754691996144774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=5876754691996144774&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5876754691996144774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5876754691996144774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/05/foot-hand-and-mouth.html' title='Foot, Hand and Mouth'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-7221470619447181208</id><published>2010-05-02T21:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:10:59.123-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Baby Model</title><content type='html'>This is a comparison of a good photographer and, well, me.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get some good pictures of Capri to put in her baby announcements. It didn't turn out well. &lt;a href="http://www.forgetmenotbyjana.com/"&gt;Jana&lt;/a&gt; takes beautiful pictures and did a much better job. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S949n6BHW2I/AAAAAAAAESw/IxH5Ru0xwIk/s1600/DSC04883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S949n6BHW2I/AAAAAAAAESw/IxH5Ru0xwIk/s200/DSC04883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466874753472486242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S949pskEN4I/AAAAAAAAETI/2P9QPtFqzJc/s1600/DSC04900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S949pskEN4I/AAAAAAAAETI/2P9QPtFqzJc/s200/DSC04900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466874784220723074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gang Signs and Ummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S949pCJJFgI/AAAAAAAAETA/0UZ3Bwn4o-s/s1600/DSC04875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S949pCJJFgI/AAAAAAAAETA/0UZ3Bwn4o-s/s200/DSC04875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466874772833506818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S949nCKdd9I/AAAAAAAAESo/zFrveXvH1TA/s1600/DSC04889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S949nCKdd9I/AAAAAAAAESo/zFrveXvH1TA/s200/DSC04889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466874738479298514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing to me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B3S4CJLqI/AAAAAAAAETQ/1rMqyYvGCKk/s1600/DSC04879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B3S4CJLqI/AAAAAAAAETQ/1rMqyYvGCKk/s200/DSC04879.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467501113790508706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry  Feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B4MXlp4mI/AAAAAAAAETw/gwuC9weklRI/s1600/09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B4MXlp4mI/AAAAAAAAETw/gwuC9weklRI/s200/09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467502101513495138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B6ZHmUODI/AAAAAAAAEUA/SQyzO12aU_A/s1600/06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B6ZHmUODI/AAAAAAAAEUA/SQyzO12aU_A/s200/06.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467504519582857266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B6aosWnCI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/4nF83JXoJo4/s1600/07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B6aosWnCI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/4nF83JXoJo4/s200/07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467504545646418978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B6aBq4agI/AAAAAAAAEUI/RlKsMivn9Uw/s1600/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B6aBq4agI/AAAAAAAAEUI/RlKsMivn9Uw/s200/01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467504535171262978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B4MuFg1xI/AAAAAAAAET4/Bo0U9yWWVIk/s1600/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B4MuFg1xI/AAAAAAAAET4/Bo0U9yWWVIk/s200/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467502107552700178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B3U3H-88I/AAAAAAAAETo/djeLB9s7FX0/s1600/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B3U3H-88I/AAAAAAAAETo/djeLB9s7FX0/s200/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467501147906307010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B3TqDFPmI/AAAAAAAAETY/wKfBlPoLfSY/s1600/DSC05039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S-B3TqDFPmI/AAAAAAAAETY/wKfBlPoLfSY/s200/DSC05039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467501127216217698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modeling the cute bracelet from Clare. (I got a matching one too! and yes we wore it the same day)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-7221470619447181208?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/7221470619447181208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=7221470619447181208&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/7221470619447181208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/7221470619447181208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-model.html' title='Baby Model'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S949n6BHW2I/AAAAAAAAESw/IxH5Ru0xwIk/s72-c/DSC04883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-1393942422264886295</id><published>2010-05-02T20:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:53:44.416-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Outfits</title><content type='html'>I bought these matching outfits for Easter. Of course it was waay too cold to  wear them. Oh, and we didn't even have church to wear them to. Oh well. They are pretty cute anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S9454cASJHI/AAAAAAAAESI/XMci5jF49zw/s1600/DSC05029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S9454cASJHI/AAAAAAAAESI/XMci5jF49zw/s200/DSC05029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466870639427200114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S9455Ocf_WI/AAAAAAAAESQ/32K1IuC_kRg/s1600/DSC05032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S9455Ocf_WI/AAAAAAAAESQ/32K1IuC_kRg/s200/DSC05032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466870652967320930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S9455lmHvvI/AAAAAAAAESY/4nAlTMgpPoc/s1600/DSC05033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S9455lmHvvI/AAAAAAAAESY/4nAlTMgpPoc/s200/DSC05033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466870659181690610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S9456qwnfoI/AAAAAAAAESg/9rUIrZ-K3Ew/s1600/DSC05034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S9456qwnfoI/AAAAAAAAESg/9rUIrZ-K3Ew/s200/DSC05034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466870677747760770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, no pictures today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-1393942422264886295?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/1393942422264886295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=1393942422264886295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1393942422264886295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1393942422264886295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/05/outfits.html' title='Outfits'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S9454cASJHI/AAAAAAAAESI/XMci5jF49zw/s72-c/DSC05029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-3464968840550543497</id><published>2010-05-02T18:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:35:04.657-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Rome Fun</title><content type='html'>Just some things that Rome has been up to. He can really have some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94XAz8vX9I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/SZPfZSit4eo/s1600/DSC04954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94XAz8vX9I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/SZPfZSit4eo/s200/DSC04954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466832300386770898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94XCrjQUdI/AAAAAAAAERI/_Dia13jNhCI/s1600/DSC04997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94XCrjQUdI/AAAAAAAAERI/_Dia13jNhCI/s200/DSC04997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466832332492132818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smelling the flowers, Cheesing for the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94XBXedPhI/AAAAAAAAERA/DDrtUJbgyG8/s1600/DSC05009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94XBXedPhI/AAAAAAAAERA/DDrtUJbgyG8/s200/DSC05009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466832309923429906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94Ymq4SfdI/AAAAAAAAERo/9h2qbg9ZfYs/s1600/DSC05013.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94Ymq4SfdI/AAAAAAAAERo/9h2qbg9ZfYs/s200/DSC05013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466834050298838482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress up from the cupboard, Sticker boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94YnORZiGI/AAAAAAAAERw/VITbgbIkopc/s1600/DSC05021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94YnORZiGI/AAAAAAAAERw/VITbgbIkopc/s200/DSC05021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466834059799398498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first skinned knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94YnmMSfYI/AAAAAAAAER4/ZncweA_OuJc/s1600/DSC05017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94YnmMSfYI/AAAAAAAAER4/ZncweA_OuJc/s200/DSC05017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466834066220416386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94YoOFXUjI/AAAAAAAAESA/h9NV1MQKoZA/s1600/DSC05016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94YoOFXUjI/AAAAAAAAESA/h9NV1MQKoZA/s200/DSC05016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466834076928791090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look I can use a spoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94XDD7o9SI/AAAAAAAAERQ/FSJV1dtzIMs/s1600/DSC05006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94XDD7o9SI/AAAAAAAAERQ/FSJV1dtzIMs/s200/DSC05006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466832339036861730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing outside with my Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94YmHfPOUI/AAAAAAAAERg/ivO694Z-tPk/s1600/DSC05005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94YmHfPOUI/AAAAAAAAERg/ivO694Z-tPk/s200/DSC05005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466834040798525762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Ball with Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94XDiMBFAI/AAAAAAAAERY/X1FxuF0_hF0/s1600/DSC05036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94XDiMBFAI/AAAAAAAAERY/X1FxuF0_hF0/s200/DSC05036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466832347158615042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding my Sister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-3464968840550543497?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/3464968840550543497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=3464968840550543497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3464968840550543497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3464968840550543497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/05/rome-fun.html' title='Rome Fun'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S94XAz8vX9I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/SZPfZSit4eo/s72-c/DSC04954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-703245284066217931</id><published>2010-05-02T15:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:35:40.226-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><title type='text'>Roommies</title><content type='html'>After my crazy week in SLC, I did finally make it to Las Vegas to see all of my old roommates. It was a quick day and a half, but worth it to see these girls again. I never really had a close group in high school and these girls were my family away at college. I miss seeing them all the time and am so glad we can do this every couple years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93t6kx1hQI/AAAAAAAAEQg/CU7fvql3O-k/s1600/DSC04991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93t6kx1hQI/AAAAAAAAEQg/CU7fvql3O-k/s320/DSC04991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466787113258550530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana's kids, Jana, Adri, and Misty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93t7TnH8YI/AAAAAAAAEQo/-s2lD70pS6E/s1600/DSC04992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93t7TnH8YI/AAAAAAAAEQo/-s2lD70pS6E/s320/DSC04992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466787125830087042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn and Capri in the bouncer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93vkDlAXRI/AAAAAAAAEQw/yJfetSDLc00/s1600/Roommies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93vkDlAXRI/AAAAAAAAEQw/yJfetSDLc00/s320/Roommies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466788925412498706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mostly just hung out, chatted and Jana took pictures, but we did go out to eat once. It was so much fun and I sure love these girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-703245284066217931?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/703245284066217931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=703245284066217931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/703245284066217931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/703245284066217931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/05/roommies.html' title='Roommies'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93t6kx1hQI/AAAAAAAAEQg/CU7fvql3O-k/s72-c/DSC04991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-8036222616558538371</id><published>2010-05-02T15:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:23:50.113-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bath'/><title type='text'>Bathtub Fun</title><content type='html'>Rome got this cool boat and bath crayons for giving up his binkies. Really, Grandpa forgot his binky when he put him to bed and then they never came back. It was actually really easy. I was sooo worried for nothing! He still asks for it sometimes when he is upset, but he doesn't even try to steal the baby's binky. Anyway, this was the first time he colored all by himself. I am so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93sVerUoqI/AAAAAAAAEQY/_816hI2b38E/s1600/DSC05024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93sVerUoqI/AAAAAAAAEQY/_816hI2b38E/s200/DSC05024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466785376453829282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93sU8LhNVI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/tRZqndT-yuc/s1600/DSC05022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93sU8LhNVI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/tRZqndT-yuc/s200/DSC05022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466785367193630034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93sTzG8m5I/AAAAAAAAEQI/UXPfVCC8iQs/s1600/DSC05002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93sTzG8m5I/AAAAAAAAEQI/UXPfVCC8iQs/s200/DSC05002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466785347578665874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;floating crayons (and you notice the boat that does NOT float)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93sTXAxTtI/AAAAAAAAEQA/Km7enRATCCI/s1600/DSC04998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93sTXAxTtI/AAAAAAAAEQA/Km7enRATCCI/s200/DSC04998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466785340036566738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathtub masterpiece&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-8036222616558538371?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/8036222616558538371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=8036222616558538371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8036222616558538371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8036222616558538371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/05/bathtub-fun.html' title='Bathtub Fun'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93sVerUoqI/AAAAAAAAEQY/_816hI2b38E/s72-c/DSC05024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-3142653425545786272</id><published>2010-05-02T15:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:14:50.613-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><title type='text'>Baby Smiles</title><content type='html'>Everybody needs to see some cute baby smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93q15cyfNI/AAAAAAAAEP4/GEvd8ku6-4Y/s1600/DSC05028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93q15cyfNI/AAAAAAAAEP4/GEvd8ku6-4Y/s320/DSC05028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466783734373186770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93q1QV4F7I/AAAAAAAAEPw/o4hCH5fK6K8/s1600/DSC05026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93q1QV4F7I/AAAAAAAAEPw/o4hCH5fK6K8/s320/DSC05026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466783723338340274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93q0UbDV3I/AAAAAAAAEPo/zrOcyXT5-wA/s1600/DSC04996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93q0UbDV3I/AAAAAAAAEPo/zrOcyXT5-wA/s320/DSC04996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466783707253921650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Months old, what a pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93qz6yodsI/AAAAAAAAEPg/XkYd0U76oSg/s1600/DSC04976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93qz6yodsI/AAAAAAAAEPg/XkYd0U76oSg/s320/DSC04976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466783700373501634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93qzYOIGxI/AAAAAAAAEPY/7va8sd451wg/s1600/DSC04975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93qzYOIGxI/AAAAAAAAEPY/7va8sd451wg/s320/DSC04975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466783691093580562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big smiles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-3142653425545786272?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/3142653425545786272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=3142653425545786272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3142653425545786272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3142653425545786272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-smiles.html' title='Baby Smiles'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93q15cyfNI/AAAAAAAAEP4/GEvd8ku6-4Y/s72-c/DSC05028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-4398810375548411359</id><published>2010-05-02T14:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:06:07.732-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter '10</title><content type='html'>We had planned on going up to PC and spending Easter with my family, but Josh had to work. So, I took the kids and went up by myself. It was really nice to be able to see my Grandma one last time and to have a nice, laid back Easter Sunday with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93nh4WV6SI/AAAAAAAAEOw/Zm5q3DCEHEE/s1600/DSC04957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93nh4WV6SI/AAAAAAAAEOw/Zm5q3DCEHEE/s200/DSC04957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466780091945445666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Bunny at the egg hunt in Fruita that me missed. It lasted less than 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93niWwK-KI/AAAAAAAAEO4/JPLx9gKOluM/s1600/DSC04958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93niWwK-KI/AAAAAAAAEO4/JPLx9gKOluM/s200/DSC04958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466780100106844322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter egg hunt at Grandma Johnson's care center. (See the eggs behind Rome in the picture? Yea, that's all he got)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93nj1xTBOI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NaXAWvOoMVA/s1600/DSC04960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93nj1xTBOI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NaXAWvOoMVA/s200/DSC04960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466780125612934370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look I found some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93nkcSa61I/AAAAAAAAEPQ/y6B2mnZWaCc/s1600/DSC04966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93nkcSa61I/AAAAAAAAEPQ/y6B2mnZWaCc/s200/DSC04966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466780135952411474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome was way into dying eggs. Eventually we gave him a glass of water to 'dye' all of his eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93njJN8WyI/AAAAAAAAEPA/TvW95_vnej8/s1600/DSC04971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93njJN8WyI/AAAAAAAAEPA/TvW95_vnej8/s200/DSC04971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466780113653488418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capri is not a fan of the bunny ears.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get many pictures, but I have a video of Rome finding eggs. It is so funny because he misses tons of them and keeps forgetting what he is doing to play with cars. What a boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-4398810375548411359?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/4398810375548411359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=4398810375548411359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4398810375548411359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4398810375548411359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter-10.html' title='Easter &apos;10'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S93nh4WV6SI/AAAAAAAAEOw/Zm5q3DCEHEE/s72-c/DSC04957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-2393547331739354520</id><published>2010-05-02T09:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:38:25.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March Updates</title><content type='html'>These are just some random pictures from March. I have way more, but they are still on my camera. Maybe I will get to them sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92kcXtrM7I/AAAAAAAAEOo/xIhDOQ8JQuQ/s1600/DSC04951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92kcXtrM7I/AAAAAAAAEOo/xIhDOQ8JQuQ/s200/DSC04951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466706330006533042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92kbp34i9I/AAAAAAAAEOg/-BaZdH-cvd8/s1600/DSC04952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92kbp34i9I/AAAAAAAAEOg/-BaZdH-cvd8/s200/DSC04952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466706317701319634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Pink Smurf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92kbFxvvfI/AAAAAAAAEOY/AWnG952Yz0E/s1600/DSC04947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92kbFxvvfI/AAAAAAAAEOY/AWnG952Yz0E/s200/DSC04947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466706308011900402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92hDMcxtKI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/2xjZmqJe7jE/s1600/DSC04945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92hDMcxtKI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/2xjZmqJe7jE/s200/DSC04945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466702598951253154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Grandma Perotti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92hCe3hk5I/AAAAAAAAEOI/znxge2iqlR0/s1600/DSC04943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92hCe3hk5I/AAAAAAAAEOI/znxge2iqlR0/s200/DSC04943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466702586715411346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Dinosaur Museum with Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92hCJxlB7I/AAAAAAAAEOA/pv_HuAIL1Qo/s1600/DSC04905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92hCJxlB7I/AAAAAAAAEOA/pv_HuAIL1Qo/s200/DSC04905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466702581053327282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92hBbIVpoI/AAAAAAAAEN4/DzziHWXaZ0M/s1600/DSC04937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92hBbIVpoI/AAAAAAAAEN4/DzziHWXaZ0M/s200/DSC04937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466702568532321922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome's version of Fill The Bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92hArRmzjI/AAAAAAAAENw/w6UzqRBSVp4/s1600/DSC04935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92hArRmzjI/AAAAAAAAENw/w6UzqRBSVp4/s200/DSC04935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466702555686293042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, its full&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-2393547331739354520?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/2393547331739354520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=2393547331739354520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/2393547331739354520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/2393547331739354520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/05/march-updates.html' title='March Updates'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92kcXtrM7I/AAAAAAAAEOo/xIhDOQ8JQuQ/s72-c/DSC04951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-5249617596332270208</id><published>2010-05-02T09:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:50:11.963-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Capri Blessing</title><content type='html'>I was so lucky to have my family come down for Capri's Blessing. I had to scramble a little to find her a dress, but finally found one that was alright. You think I would have thought about it sooner, like 5 months ago when we found out it was a girl. Oh well. Clare made her a beautiful bow to go with it. Thanks Clare! It was nice to see my family and they all got to meet Baby Capri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92d-unc-uI/AAAAAAAAENY/DTJ3TEH7vLE/s1600/DSC04913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92d-unc-uI/AAAAAAAAENY/DTJ3TEH7vLE/s320/DSC04913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466699223688608482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding 'si-ter' and then all done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92d_qiAUII/AAAAAAAAENg/CH76YgtZg8Y/s1600/DSC04915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92d_qiAUII/AAAAAAAAENg/CH76YgtZg8Y/s320/DSC04915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466699239771885698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92eAU5zNUI/AAAAAAAAENo/yRGY1AqT_OQ/s1600/DSC04919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92eAU5zNUI/AAAAAAAAENo/yRGY1AqT_OQ/s320/DSC04919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466699251145979202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa decided we missed out on St. Patrick's Day and made us green eggs and ham for breakfast. Tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92crzNVi9I/AAAAAAAAEMw/7mhU96mBuQg/s1600/DSC04909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92crzNVi9I/AAAAAAAAEMw/7mhU96mBuQg/s320/DSC04909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466697798992104402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladybug Cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92cseifSMI/AAAAAAAAEM4/xMGm5QXeQSI/s1600/DSC04932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92cseifSMI/AAAAAAAAEM4/xMGm5QXeQSI/s320/DSC04932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466697810623547586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Grandpa Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92ctudb5VI/AAAAAAAAENI/FY1vZuMfBLY/s1600/DSC04931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92ctudb5VI/AAAAAAAAENI/FY1vZuMfBLY/s320/DSC04931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466697832077190482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Aunt Clare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92cuVCZBbI/AAAAAAAAENQ/kjdGFUeMPf0/s1600/DSC04924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92cuVCZBbI/AAAAAAAAENQ/kjdGFUeMPf0/s320/DSC04924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466697842432738738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody (except Chase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92cs8tV28I/AAAAAAAAENA/_uQ9uLe5pC4/s1600/DSC04928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92cs8tV28I/AAAAAAAAENA/_uQ9uLe5pC4/s320/DSC04928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466697818722130882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little Family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-5249617596332270208?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/5249617596332270208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=5249617596332270208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5249617596332270208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5249617596332270208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/05/capri-blessing.html' title='Capri Blessing'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S92d-unc-uI/AAAAAAAAENY/DTJ3TEH7vLE/s72-c/DSC04913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-1547271633833686146</id><published>2010-04-08T17:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:49:37.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>I was looking at my Blog the other day and I noticed that I had a new follower. I don't have many so it caught my eye and I wondered who it was. I looked at her Blog. I looked at her profile. Nope, don't know her. Weird.&lt;div&gt;I know a lot of people are worried about who is looking at their stuff. I am not really, but I could see how this would make you want to go private. I do look at who comes to my blog and usually it is just friends or friends of friends. No problem. But I find this really odd. So, Hey Brittany, Who Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-1547271633833686146?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/1547271633833686146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=1547271633833686146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1547271633833686146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1547271633833686146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-1818275906249271226</id><published>2010-04-06T16:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:12:31.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh wHaT a DaY!</title><content type='html'>I am usually really happy to have my "spring break" Utah week. It was going to work out so well this year too. We were going to go up for Easter, stay with my family, and then Josh would go back to work and I would stay the rest of the week. It would give me time to see my ailing Grandma, go shopping, see friends AND then I would drive down to Vegas for a College Roommate Reunion Weekend. Ahh.. such Fun! Oh little did I know what would actually happen...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Josh had to work and couldn't come so he spent Easter alone. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second Rome didn't sleep in the car because he was watching CARS and we got in so late on Friday that he didn't go to bed until 9 or 9:30. Ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third the Poopy day. I was supposed to go out to lunch with my cousin Becky who just had a baby too. She thought he was getting sick so she left him home. Sad. I drove to SLC early and did some shopping, but then had to feed Capri and was late. So, I hurried to the Gateway to meet her. We get there and order food and Capri wakes up and starts crying. She is usually happy and sleeps in the car seat. No, she was stinky and leaking. So I go to the bathroom to clean her up. Lucky I stuck some wipes in the stroller because I was totally out in my purse. Well, she completely missed her diaper and it was everywhere. Yuck! After a wet-wipe bath and some new clothes I go back out and both Becky and Rome are done eating AND Capri is still crying. ugh. So Becky tries to bounce her while I inhale my sandwich and try to keep Rome from jumping out of the high chair. Capri finally goes to sleep and I get her back in the car seat and we head home. I am trying to hurry because she should get hungry again soon and it is about 2 hours late for Rome's nap. He falls asleep in the car so I put him right to bed. He doesn't sleep. I feed Capri and rock her and rock her and finally she goes to sleep. So much for my nap. I eat my fries from lunch as a dinner snack and try to think of what I should feed Rome because it is after 6. I go to get him and he is completely NAKED! yea. Apparently he was poopy so he got undressed, took off his diaper, threw out his blankets and clothes and then peed in his play pen. All I could say was, "WOW" over and over. Lucky I got a snack. I ran Rome a bath and Capri starts screaming. I try to get her in the carrier, but then decide to put her in the bath too. So, I get both of them washed and dressed and THEN my parents come home. They make dinner and help me to wash Rome's bed and rock Capri. I wanted Rome to go to bed on time, but that didn't happen. He goes to bed at 9:30 again. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is today. I was supposed to have an appointment at 11. I got up and ate. Fed Capri. Fed Rome. Got my brother to distract him so I could shower. I hurried and got everything and everyone in the car and was still 15 min. late. I drive to Heber for my appt. only to find that it was at 10 NOT 11. Ahh phooey! I really wanted that done! So, we go to McDonald's for lunch since it was 11:30. I feed Capri while Rome plays. Then I hurry back to PC to meet my friend Brean and go shopping. I am late again. Rome falls asleep in the car and is OUT while Capri is wide awake. I meet my friend and then call my brother to see if he will hang out at home so Rome can take a nap. He says yes so I hurry home and put Rome in his bed and then wait for Tyler to show up. (oh those teenagers) I try to go shopping, but Capri is now asleep and it is freezing outside. I give up and say goodbye to Brean and try to go to Wal-Mart. Why did I do this now? I don't know really. They don't have any boots, so I buy guys 'ugly' shoes as Josh calls them. It did snow like 3 feet last night and my shoes are not waterproof. Capri is hungry so I go to feed her and she has leaked again. I have 1 diaper left (hence the trip to Wal-Mart) and no wipes. I can't find the bathroom with a changing table and the guy to let me into the dressing rooms is gone so I change her on a bench in the middle of Wal-Mart. Clothes and all. I finally get a dressing room to feed her only to go home and rock her to sleep again. I get a call from my Mom that my Grandma is gone. So, maybe a funeral on Thursday. And maybe no Vegas weekend. Oh, and my trip is only half over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bright side: we saw my Grandma on Saturday and she got to hold Capri(but I didn't get a picture of it, sad), my parents help to feed and play with Rome and rock Capri some of the time, I get to see my friends if only for a minute, I had a great Easter hanging out with my whole family, I got to listen to 1 or 2 talks from Conference uninterrupted, I appreciate the lack of snow in Grand Junction a lot more, I got a shower, I know my Grandma is not in pain anymore, this week has got to get better from here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-1818275906249271226?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/1818275906249271226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=1818275906249271226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1818275906249271226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1818275906249271226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-what-day.html' title='Oh wHaT a DaY!'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-5904471902763764010</id><published>2010-03-13T13:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:12:27.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>Secret Crush</title><content type='html'>I have a secret Mom crush on this &lt;a href="http://jenandjasper.blogspot.com/"&gt;lady&lt;/a&gt;. Especially her stuff on motherhood. Perhaps she reminds me of my own family growing up. 5 kids, lots of brothers, crazy house, yea maybe. She is a sister of one of my old roommates. I have actually met her once, but I am sure she doesn't know much of me. That's okay. We can just keep my crush a secret.&lt;br /&gt;I loved &lt;a href="http://jenandjasper.blogspot.com/2010/02/choosing.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post she did. I think it is because I am so impatient to get to the next stage. I keep going and doing and feel like I get nothing done. Right now just getting a shower is good day and sometimes is the only thing that gets done. I know, I know, Capri is only a month old. Still so small and I feel like I am missing her growing up already! I WANT to be treasuring all the little things that I get to do and both kids being small. But, I want some more sleep too. I hope I get the camera out tomorrow and don't miss it all. Anyway, I just love what Jen has to say about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-5904471902763764010?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/5904471902763764010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=5904471902763764010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5904471902763764010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5904471902763764010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/03/secret-crush.html' title='Secret Crush'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-5277896036600520392</id><published>2010-03-12T11:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T11:08:21.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To</title><content type='html'>Today's Lesson:&lt;br /&gt;How To Make Brownies That You Don't Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very important lesson for all of us chocoholics out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First pick a brownie mix from your garage that has been out there all summer and the chocolate chips in it crumble upon mixing.&lt;br /&gt;Second use the high altitude directions that have LESS liquid than the regular directions and require MORE mixing that helps to further pulverize the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Third cook for slightly longer than you are supposed to making a nice chewy texture right out of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth store in a slightly less-than-air-tight container making them just a bit dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow these directions and you will have some wonderful brownies that look delicious, smell chocolatey and will not come out of the pan to be consumed. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I didn't need to eat brownies after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-5277896036600520392?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/5277896036600520392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=5277896036600520392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5277896036600520392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5277896036600520392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to.html' title='How To'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-6923779690946245250</id><published>2010-03-11T14:32:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:17:22.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>1 Month Old</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has already been a whole month! After I got over being tired all day long, and the allergic reaction to the antibiotics in the hospital (1 week after delivery I had 24 hours of flu like symptoms and then a fever, made for a really bad day), I felt so good. Really, almost normal. I am a little impatient to fit into my old jeans because everything else feels so good. I am still having back problems and am going to physical therapy for it, but it is getting better slowly. I really am amazed at how well Capri fits into our family. Like she was here the whole time. Makes me feel good that we decided to have a baby now. I am still getting used to the whole baby crying and how to deal with her, but I love having her here! Josh is such a big help too. He holds her and rocks her and even gets up in the night when I can't get her back to sleep. He doesn't do diapers, but everything else totally makes up for it. He plays with Rome and helps with dinner and is always asking how he can help. I feel on top of things, but it is so nice to know that he is willing to help whenever I need it. Here are some pictures of the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5liePmEKEI/AAAAAAAAEJA/6iYGdT1oQzQ/s1600-h/DSC04816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5liePmEKEI/AAAAAAAAEJA/6iYGdT1oQzQ/s200/DSC04816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447493496003110978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lifKdw5MI/AAAAAAAAEJI/g5B82gCMnW0/s1600-h/DSC04818.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lifKdw5MI/AAAAAAAAEJI/g5B82gCMnW0/s200/DSC04818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447493511805985986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Valentine's Day, Sushi, Yum! And, Yes, Josh got me flowers. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lj3fKJafI/AAAAAAAAEJo/kT2JhWOXGG4/s1600-h/DSC04824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lj3fKJafI/AAAAAAAAEJo/kT2JhWOXGG4/s200/DSC04824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447495029189339634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lj4ISmBsI/AAAAAAAAEJw/nczjnxkH31I/s1600-h/DSC04835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lj4ISmBsI/AAAAAAAAEJw/nczjnxkH31I/s200/DSC04835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447495040230622914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week old, playing with Daddy (this outfit has a ruffle bum too, so cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lj4o8E12I/AAAAAAAAEJ4/dV_3Qo2KRD4/s1600-h/DSC04838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lj4o8E12I/AAAAAAAAEJ4/dV_3Qo2KRD4/s200/DSC04838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447495048994543458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lj5tX-5-I/AAAAAAAAEKA/jotbTGxpnyc/s1600-h/DSC04840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lj5tX-5-I/AAAAAAAAEKA/jotbTGxpnyc/s200/DSC04840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447495067365205986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks old, Rome looks huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lifwByzJI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/jZRNEnvy5ok/s1600-h/DSC04819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lifwByzJI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/jZRNEnvy5ok/s200/DSC04819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447493521889217682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lignv5IeI/AAAAAAAAEJY/15jJtCk6z00/s1600-h/DSC04826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lignv5IeI/AAAAAAAAEJY/15jJtCk6z00/s200/DSC04826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447493536846520802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Bundled up, she loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lox8GDOGI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/mj5XN9v-YZ4/s1600-h/DSC04842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lox8GDOGI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/mj5XN9v-YZ4/s200/DSC04842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447500431435708514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5loym12yDI/AAAAAAAAEKY/vLoyAvij4Uk/s1600-h/DSC04843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5loym12yDI/AAAAAAAAEKY/vLoyAvij4Uk/s200/DSC04843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447500442910509106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the car seat cover that Clare made for me. It really comes in handy keeping the cold breeze off the baby. It even kinda matches my car seat. Thanks Clare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5loz946MbI/AAAAAAAAEKo/q9it46o-6Tc/s1600-h/DSC04845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5loz946MbI/AAAAAAAAEKo/q9it46o-6Tc/s200/DSC04845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447500466277200306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lozQGrvEI/AAAAAAAAEKg/fVlNVD2qiQw/s1600-h/DSC04844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lozQGrvEI/AAAAAAAAEKg/fVlNVD2qiQw/s200/DSC04844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447500453986942018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the car seat cover I had made. I picked out the fabric and a lady made it for me. I love it! It is so bright and girly. I can't wait for it to be warm so everybody can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lj6GXqT_I/AAAAAAAAEKI/ZVxbgMbpEjU/s1600-h/DSC04841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lj6GXqT_I/AAAAAAAAEKI/ZVxbgMbpEjU/s200/DSC04841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447495074074742770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I could not wait to get this swing. I love it! She does not. She prefers to be held and only stays in the swing if she is asleep first. Maybe she will grow into it. At least it is tall enough that Rome can't climb in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lihU0OsOI/AAAAAAAAEJg/aPWHbJ4QrR8/s1600-h/DSC04846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lihU0OsOI/AAAAAAAAEJg/aPWHbJ4QrR8/s200/DSC04846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447493548944306402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lo0hO0_4I/AAAAAAAAEKw/L1Hpbcbih80/s1600-h/DSC04847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lo0hO0_4I/AAAAAAAAEKw/L1Hpbcbih80/s200/DSC04847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447500475764375426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cute outfit! The shoes are huge and the tights just kill me! With Rome, Gramma and Papa Perotti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lqCJh-wwI/AAAAAAAAEK4/_HbJ4XBFVsQ/s1600-h/DSC04855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lqCJh-wwI/AAAAAAAAEK4/_HbJ4XBFVsQ/s200/DSC04855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447501809432052482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lqCrwSzBI/AAAAAAAAELA/przY2HIcL5E/s1600-h/DSC04856.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lqCrwSzBI/AAAAAAAAELA/przY2HIcL5E/s200/DSC04856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447501818618891282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cutie, A brother with an evil grin. He 'helps' me change her all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lqTXhNcYI/AAAAAAAAELQ/w_I9Pq1qR6w/s1600-h/DSC04850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lqTXhNcYI/AAAAAAAAELQ/w_I9Pq1qR6w/s200/DSC04850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447502105244692866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lqDQHmfPI/AAAAAAAAELI/9ggMJGASo8o/s1600-h/DSC04862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5lqDQHmfPI/AAAAAAAAELI/9ggMJGASo8o/s200/DSC04862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447501828380327154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a face, Laundry day. She spit up or pooped on all of her clothes and I had to get out a 3 month outfit so I could do laundry. It looks so cute and huge on her! Rome was in newborn size for like a week so I just love having a little baby. I even had to go buy a few outfits so she would have more than one thing that fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-6923779690946245250?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/6923779690946245250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=6923779690946245250&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6923779690946245250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6923779690946245250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-month-old.html' title='1 Month Old'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S5liePmEKEI/AAAAAAAAEJA/6iYGdT1oQzQ/s72-c/DSC04816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-821069276927666924</id><published>2010-02-16T09:49:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:55:37.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Capri</title><content type='html'>So, here is my birth story for Capri.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my midwife on Tuesday and told her I was having problems with my back going out. There is not much to do about this except for have a baby. So, she said they have an opening to induce Thursday morning. I said Yes of course! I was so excited. I called my mom to come down and thought I had everything planned, except Rome. I decided I wanted my Mom at the hospital with me. Josh was there too, but he is more of a back seat helper. Which is fine, at least he was there. Well, all evening Wed. I was calling people to see if they could watch Rome. It was not working out very well. I couldn't get a hold of anyone and it was YM/YW/Boy Scout activity night. So, nobody was answering. Finally, after 10 pm, I got some friends to say they could watch him. Ahh, good! I kept getting things ready. You know, just being nervous. I tried to go to sleep, but it didn't work. My Mom showed up at midnight and told me I should be sleeping. Yea, I know, I tried. Finally I got to sleep and woke up a dozen times until 5 am. Then, I just laid in bed until 6 when I was supposed to get up. I got ready and got Rome ready and Josh dropped him off while my Mom and I went to the hospital. We checked in and got a room and waited. Josh showed up just in time for my midwife to check me and give me the Cytotec (??) insert at about 9 am. I got my IV and antibiotics. Then, Josh went to get an oil change on his truck while Mom and I walked around the hospital. I started having a few contractions, maybe 10 minutes apart. We went back to the room to have the nurse check me at 10:45 and then walked around some more. Josh came back and brought me a snack at 11:45. I was having contractions maybe 8 min. apart and my back was hurting really bad in between. So, no real break in between, but not too bad yet. My nurse checked me again and we walked down and got Mom some lunch. We went back up and my midwife checked on me and I was only at a 2 maybe 3. She broke my water and I expected to go out and walk around some more. It never happened. I leaked and leaked and my contractions just got faster and faster. I got some kind of medicine in my IV that helped me to relax and worked great. I moved around my room and had ice on my back and my face. I was still having back pain in between contractions off and on. I could really tell when baby girl changed position because it would my back would hurt again. Time kind of got lost after that. I know my midwife checked me and I was at a 6. I wasn't real happy to hear that. She was a very good back massager though. I had the relaxing medicine again and it didn't help much. It was getting painful and I thought about getting an epidural, but at the same time I felt okay. I could make it through the contractions and relax after. It helped that the contractions only hurt on my lower belly. Not all over like with Rome. I could tell they were working and doing something and I could kind of relax into them. I finally got one last dose of relaxer medicine and got on the ball. I think Josh held ice on my back and my Mom helped me breathe. I thought it was really weird that I could hear what everyone was saying, but kind of from a distance. And I kept thinking, "I am okay, I feel pretty good." Yea, even at the end. My midwife checked me and said I was at an 8 so it would be really fast after this. I didn't want to hear that I was only an 8 and I told them that I had heard that before with Rome and I was skeptical. I think that was at 3:00. The contractions were really painful and really fast (I think). I thought that I would get an epidural after 3 more contractions. They started asking if I felt pressure and I couldn't tell. They said I could push I felt like it. So, I tried. It didn't feel better, but it kind of helped. I got on the bed and my midwife came in. She said I didn't have to wait for a contraction, just go for it. I pushed twice and she was out! at 3:50 pm. Only about 5 hours of labor. Crazy! Then, I hurt. Josh and Mom were looking at the baby and Josh cut the cord. Good job honey! I was just on the bed crying. I thought it was supposed to feel better after they are born. No, it hurt a lot. I think that is the only time I cried. I didn't even open my eyes to see the baby. I think it was about 1/2 hour later that I could calm down and sit up. I finally saw baby Capri and got to hold her. I think she looks like a little an eskimo baby with that round face and chubby cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I stayed in my room for a while. I was super tired. With Rome, I remember being wide awake for hours. Not so with Capri. I was exhausted and couldn't sleep. They wanted to check me and nurse a baby and move me and check me and nurse a baby and check me again.  Seriously, they were nice, but I was so tired! I think it has to do with whatever relaxer medicine they gave me because it lasted for days. I am so glad my Mom was here to play with Rome and that Josh just wanted to hold the baby. It left me with nothing to do but sleep. And I did. I could use more, but I am doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;Capri is seriously such a good baby. I am sure she will find her voice,but for now she just squeaks when she is awake. She hangs out, eats and goes back to sleep. She even lets me sleep for 4 hour stretches at night. You really can't ask for more than that!&lt;br /&gt;Such a huge change from Rome. And I am soo very glad for it. I needed a GOOD story to make up some for my traumatic first one. I don't think I ever really told people about it. It was bad. We'll leave it there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-821069276927666924?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/821069276927666924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=821069276927666924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/821069276927666924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/821069276927666924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-capri.html' title='Happy Birthday Capri'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-4148505605106411427</id><published>2010-02-13T21:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:14:11.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Happy Due Date...Happy Baby!</title><content type='html'>So, Saturday was my due date. I am happy to say that I didn't make it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Baby Capri arrived at 3:50 on Thursday afternoon. She was 7 lbs 7 oz and 18 inches long (if I remember correctly). She was soooo much different from Rome. I will tell you all later, but it was a very good change. We are now home and all very happy. She is the easiest baby. Just wants to hang out, even when she is awake. Josh loves to just hold her. It is so cute! She is so cute too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d2TQTpa0I/AAAAAAAAEHk/WFepiaIoRI8/s1600-h/DSC04801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d2TQTpa0I/AAAAAAAAEHk/WFepiaIoRI8/s200/DSC04801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437945148240128834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d2T1OB-JI/AAAAAAAAEHs/mLgqu4JwZ2I/s1600-h/DSC04806.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d2T1OB-JI/AAAAAAAAEHs/mLgqu4JwZ2I/s1600-h/DSC04806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d2T1OB-JI/AAAAAAAAEHs/mLgqu4JwZ2I/s200/DSC04806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437945158148683922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d2UqcPkII/AAAAAAAAEH0/DDWA3brfFX8/s1600-h/DSC04805.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d2UqcPkII/AAAAAAAAEH0/DDWA3brfFX8/s1600-h/DSC04805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d2UqcPkII/AAAAAAAAEH0/DDWA3brfFX8/s200/DSC04805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437945172435374210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d2Vv4m4xI/AAAAAAAAEIE/dHnzxvzI9p0/s1600-h/DSC04812.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite so happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d2VG4JPlI/AAAAAAAAEH8/LEsZq6_Y1qQ/s1600-h/DSC04811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d2VG4JPlI/AAAAAAAAEH8/LEsZq6_Y1qQ/s200/DSC04811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437945180068593234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wide Awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d2Vv4m4xI/AAAAAAAAEIE/dHnzxvzI9p0/s1600-h/DSC04812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d2Vv4m4xI/AAAAAAAAEIE/dHnzxvzI9p0/s200/DSC04812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437945191076389650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d3WO7LQOI/AAAAAAAAEIM/-k3INDoxoug/s1600-h/DSC04813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d3WO7LQOI/AAAAAAAAEIM/-k3INDoxoug/s200/DSC04813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437946298920288482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d3WkhQDTI/AAAAAAAAEIU/OBTWYp_7j6c/s1600-h/DSC04814.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d3WkhQDTI/AAAAAAAAEIU/OBTWYp_7j6c/s1600-h/DSC04814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d3WkhQDTI/AAAAAAAAEIU/OBTWYp_7j6c/s200/DSC04814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437946304717131058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a good Big Brother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-4148505605106411427?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/4148505605106411427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=4148505605106411427&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4148505605106411427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4148505605106411427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-due-datehappy-baby.html' title='Happy Due Date...Happy Baby!'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3d2TQTpa0I/AAAAAAAAEHk/WFepiaIoRI8/s72-c/DSC04801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-1909269366180679254</id><published>2010-02-10T14:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:11:57.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>40 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater!&lt;br /&gt;No, that is not how the rhyme goes. But I was accused of cheating by my own mother. I still don't care. I made it to 40 weeks and I am done! I talked my midwife into inducing me. Really, I was having problems. My back has been bothering me for the last 7 months and this week has started to go out on me. It is really painful and I have gotten stuck on the floor twice. Josh had to come rescue me because I couldn't move. Anyway, I have an appointment at the hospital early tomorrow morning. I am so excited! I get a baby tomorrow! It feels sort of surreal, but I am sure reality will kick in pretty quick right along with the drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I better go take a nap because I am pretty sure I won't be sleeping much tonight. How can you when you know you are going to meet your little girl in less than 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MtAFKw8LI/AAAAAAAAEHM/Rby_zu1RS6c/s1600-h/DSC04799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MtAFKw8LI/AAAAAAAAEHM/Rby_zu1RS6c/s200/DSC04799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436738654576898226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MtBEDyNRI/AAAAAAAAEHU/rut1hgL0YoM/s1600-h/DSC04794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MtBEDyNRI/AAAAAAAAEHU/rut1hgL0YoM/s200/DSC04794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436738671459054866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I big enough yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MtBxD30XI/AAAAAAAAEHc/GbPAOa-MzAA/s1600-h/DSC04796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MtBxD30XI/AAAAAAAAEHc/GbPAOa-MzAA/s200/DSC04796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436738683539018098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't edit out any of my beautiful stretch marks. She gave such pretty ones around my poor belly button. It is her favorite spot to kick really hard. Although, she must know that is it her last day because she has been particularly brutal kicking my ribs for the last couple hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-1909269366180679254?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/1909269366180679254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=1909269366180679254&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1909269366180679254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1909269366180679254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/02/40-weeks.html' title='40 Weeks'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MtAFKw8LI/AAAAAAAAEHM/Rby_zu1RS6c/s72-c/DSC04799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-346427203805292240</id><published>2010-02-10T14:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:59:46.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Baby Tea Party</title><content type='html'>I did not need another baby shower, but I did want a party with my friends. It was getting pretty late, so I decided to do it myself. And so, I did.  A Baby Tea Party. I told everyone they didn't need to bring presents, but of course they did anyway. It was so nice and so much fun! Everyone brought a treat to share and we sat around and ate and talked about babies and labor and parenting. It was exactly what I wanted. As a bonus, it totally got me through week 39 of being pregnant. Something to look forward to besides &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Mpu4aX7_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/yCG6oGgMijg/s1600-h/DSC04755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Mpu4aX7_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/yCG6oGgMijg/s200/DSC04755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436735060560048114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MpxN8kkOI/AAAAAAAAEGs/CoXgTl_qmII/s1600-h/DSC04764.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brownie hearts I made. I also made punch and heart shaped ice-cubes. What can I say, I like a theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MpxN8kkOI/AAAAAAAAEGs/CoXgTl_qmII/s1600-h/DSC04764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MpxN8kkOI/AAAAAAAAEGs/CoXgTl_qmII/s200/DSC04764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436735100700365026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MqShirSNI/AAAAAAAAEHE/tAJfCvBKBnU/s1600-h/DSC04762.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MqShirSNI/AAAAAAAAEHE/tAJfCvBKBnU/s1600-h/DSC04762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MqShirSNI/AAAAAAAAEHE/tAJfCvBKBnU/s200/DSC04762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436735672896145618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MpwluybUI/AAAAAAAAEGk/j6-17t4Mq14/s1600-h/DSC04776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MpwluybUI/AAAAAAAAEGk/j6-17t4Mq14/s200/DSC04776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436735089905134914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Mpx28xrgI/AAAAAAAAEG0/wE1kSXh7iZk/s1600-h/DSC04769.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Mpx28xrgI/AAAAAAAAEG0/wE1kSXh7iZk/s1600-h/DSC04769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Mpx28xrgI/AAAAAAAAEG0/wE1kSXh7iZk/s200/DSC04769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436735111707078146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome helping with presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MqRvOlAgI/AAAAAAAAEG8/8KO9AQKi7L0/s1600-h/DSC04778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MqRvOlAgI/AAAAAAAAEG8/8KO9AQKi7L0/s200/DSC04778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436735659390075394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had fun too running back and forth between Trish and Penny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MpvZ045dI/AAAAAAAAEGc/6G2VEphoCwQ/s1600-h/DSC04781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MpvZ045dI/AAAAAAAAEGc/6G2VEphoCwQ/s200/DSC04781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436735069529630162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts that I didn't need, but appreciate anyway. A girl cannot have too many pink outfits or cute shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-346427203805292240?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/346427203805292240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=346427203805292240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/346427203805292240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/346427203805292240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-tea-party.html' title='Baby Tea Party'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Mpu4aX7_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/yCG6oGgMijg/s72-c/DSC04755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-6080252259656079411</id><published>2010-02-10T14:24:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:20:25.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Maternity Photos</title><content type='html'>I decided that if this was going to be my last baby (in my mind it is still a discussion, but Josh is done), then I was going to get pretty pictures taken. I thought I looked so good this entire pregnancy anyway. I did wait too long to do them, but still think they turned out pretty good. I found this lady that lives just around the corner and is in another ward and does beautiful pictures for lots of my friends. Her name is Kelly and her website is &lt;a href="http://keljphotography.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; Her prices are way better than any studio and she does a great job! So, if you need pics taken and live in Grand Junction, I would totally give her a call. I had a great time and am soo glad I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MlP7ncNgI/AAAAAAAAEFs/2ZZpLLbnu54/s1600-h/IMG_2617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MlP7ncNgI/AAAAAAAAEFs/2ZZpLLbnu54/s200/IMG_2617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436730130797704706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MlQUiyonI/AAAAAAAAEF0/MpmP5qdLBLs/s1600-h/IMG_2650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MlQUiyonI/AAAAAAAAEF0/MpmP5qdLBLs/s200/IMG_2650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436730137489089138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MlQyqN5uI/AAAAAAAAEF8/CUCTE2l3N30/s1600-h/IMG_2619+soft+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MlQyqN5uI/AAAAAAAAEF8/CUCTE2l3N30/s200/IMG_2619+soft+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436730145573299938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MlRY735zI/AAAAAAAAEGE/OubWUsJ1iRQ/s1600-h/IMG_2658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MlRY735zI/AAAAAAAAEGE/OubWUsJ1iRQ/s200/IMG_2658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436730155847903026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MlR2nXq1I/AAAAAAAAEGM/wiwXQ6UGcZ8/s1600-h/IMG_2660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MlR2nXq1I/AAAAAAAAEGM/wiwXQ6UGcZ8/s200/IMG_2660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436730163814968146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about all of these is she kept telling me to look at my belly, but the angle she had me at I could hardly see it. So, really I am just pretending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-6080252259656079411?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/6080252259656079411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=6080252259656079411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6080252259656079411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6080252259656079411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/02/maternity-photos.html' title='Maternity Photos'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MlP7ncNgI/AAAAAAAAEFs/2ZZpLLbnu54/s72-c/IMG_2617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-1008655731014107517</id><published>2010-02-10T14:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:24:26.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow and Naked Day</title><content type='html'>It has been snowing so much here. It finally warmed up enough to melt all the ice on our street, then it snowed again! Luckily Papa was here to go out and play. He showed Rome how to sled and help sweep the driveway. Rome still tells me, "Papa...snow...fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Mhvh3TDCI/AAAAAAAAEEc/Cyn9ADUNNtY/s1600-h/DSC04752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Mhvh3TDCI/AAAAAAAAEEc/Cyn9ADUNNtY/s200/DSC04752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436726275594193954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MhwdqbrwI/AAAAAAAAEEk/2HO6xrB8CaA/s1600-h/DSC04754.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MhwdqbrwI/AAAAAAAAEEk/2HO6xrB8CaA/s200/DSC04754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436726291646361346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sledding with Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Mhw-jhaBI/AAAAAAAAEEs/0137b55DAJ8/s1600-h/DSC04756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Mhw-jhaBI/AAAAAAAAEEs/0137b55DAJ8/s200/DSC04756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436726300475746322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Mhxw1pqeI/AAAAAAAAEE8/m7nRO-XF6QY/s1600-h/DSC04761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Mhxw1pqeI/AAAAAAAAEE8/m7nRO-XF6QY/s200/DSC04761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436726313973557730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cool hat and gloves from Alexa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MhxS_HEYI/AAAAAAAAEE0/gufmdWGqfTQ/s1600-h/DSC04760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MhxS_HEYI/AAAAAAAAEE0/gufmdWGqfTQ/s200/DSC04760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436726305960169858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Helping* sweep snow&lt;br /&gt;The other day I could not get Rome to get dressed. I took him in the shower with me (which is the only way I have been able to shower lately) and then he refused to put clothes on. I am sure he was freezing, but he was having so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MjG05b3TI/AAAAAAAAEFU/IGrK9v_DDWo/s1600-h/DSC04783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MjG05b3TI/AAAAAAAAEFU/IGrK9v_DDWo/s200/DSC04783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436727775352053042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you check out the TV (and push all the buttons to help)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MjGYMrtbI/AAAAAAAAEFM/T6_wtZyhSTQ/s1600-h/DSC04782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MjGYMrtbI/AAAAAAAAEFM/T6_wtZyhSTQ/s200/DSC04782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436727767648155058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding bikes naked is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MjFvntdWI/AAAAAAAAEFE/JbXk1cBXSJo/s1600-h/DSC04786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MjFvntdWI/AAAAAAAAEFE/JbXk1cBXSJo/s200/DSC04786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436727756755662178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MjHs1XArI/AAAAAAAAEFc/WC_MScPFRRk/s1600-h/DSC04787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MjHs1XArI/AAAAAAAAEFc/WC_MScPFRRk/s200/DSC04787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436727790367343282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesing it up for the camera, turning on and off the lights (his newest talent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MjIJhmAXI/AAAAAAAAEFk/Si6-pDkbA0g/s1600-h/DSC04788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MjIJhmAXI/AAAAAAAAEFk/Si6-pDkbA0g/s200/DSC04788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436727798069068146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he finally got dressed and insisted on wearing Daddy's hat. What a silly kid!&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, he really only ran around naked for maybe an hour, but it was a very busy hour!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-1008655731014107517?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/1008655731014107517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=1008655731014107517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1008655731014107517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1008655731014107517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-and-naked-day.html' title='Snow and Naked Day'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Mhvh3TDCI/AAAAAAAAEEc/Cyn9ADUNNtY/s72-c/DSC04752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-4883185879473242794</id><published>2010-02-10T13:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:10:16.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sewing Story</title><content type='html'>This is a story of a sewing machine. It was a good and loyal sewing machine. It worked hard for my Mother in law for years. She had long since gotten a new one, but thought she could give this sturdy old one to me. I was grateful for the gift. I was sewing things on a tiny repair machine that was awful. I went right to work with my new friend. Sadly, it was not meant to be. I tried to sew a zig-zag stitch and it started to snag. Then, it no longer wanted to sew anything for me. I tried my best, but it was to no avail. I finally called the "Sewing Machine Doctor" out of the phone book. I met him at Wal-Mart and gave him my poor machine to fix and clean for $50. I thought this was a pretty good deal until I saw that I could BUY a new one for $80. Umm, why don't I? I thought about it for a week or two and called this "doctor" back about my repair job. Well, he was unavailable. I talked to his mother who told me he had gone to the hospital a couple days ago. It turns out he was diabetic and didn't know it and well, he died. Yes, DIED! I felt sorry for the lady and told her not to worry and to take her time returning my sewing machine. She said he hadn't fixed it anyway. Well, this was very interesting and Josh called his Mom to tell her the ill-fated news. The poor old sewing machine has got some bad luck. Well, she said not to run out and buy a new one because she was going to a fancy quilting convention and maybe she could get me a good deal. Okay, but I am itching to sew NOW! I finally borrowed my friend's machine and started sewing like mad. A week later my In-Laws came to visit and brought me my fancy new machine. It is so pretty and wonderful! I am still figuring it out, but it works and that makes me really happy. The moral of the story is don't mess with a machine when it has run out of luck, just be patient and get a really good deal on a new one. Oh, and be careful who you give it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3McBlyZl5I/AAAAAAAAEEU/CsLFKSxE7EI/s1600-h/DSC04800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3McBlyZl5I/AAAAAAAAEEU/CsLFKSxE7EI/s320/DSC04800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436719988815271826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor old machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Ma9a5QNKI/AAAAAAAAEEM/D4eM6qJHraY/s1600-h/DSC04790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3Ma9a5QNKI/AAAAAAAAEEM/D4eM6qJHraY/s320/DSC04790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436718817660122274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fancy new one, isn't it pretty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-4883185879473242794?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/4883185879473242794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=4883185879473242794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4883185879473242794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4883185879473242794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/02/sewing-story.html' title='A Sewing Story'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3McBlyZl5I/AAAAAAAAEEU/CsLFKSxE7EI/s72-c/DSC04800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-3868252438327717758</id><published>2010-02-10T13:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:44:40.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Craftiness</title><content type='html'>These are the crafty things I have been working on to keep me from going crazy and strangling Josh or Rome. (They didn't save Thor though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MYg1nR1QI/AAAAAAAAEEE/JKbyn_15H7A/s1600-h/DSC04654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MYg1nR1QI/AAAAAAAAEEE/JKbyn_15H7A/s200/DSC04654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436716127593026818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MYClWR-RI/AAAAAAAAEDk/CHr8qVqy2Go/s1600-h/DSC04736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MYClWR-RI/AAAAAAAAEDk/CHr8qVqy2Go/s200/DSC04736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436715607830690066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tree Skirt. I looked up how to make one online. I made my own pattern and picked out the fabrics and everything. The first pic is how it was while my sewing machine was broken. And then finished with my cute Santa on it. You can't really see but it has red swirls on the back. Oh, I just love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MYDP5SqUI/AAAAAAAAEDs/Gf0KXUjbsKA/s1600-h/DSC04737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MYDP5SqUI/AAAAAAAAEDs/Gf0KXUjbsKA/s200/DSC04737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436715619251824962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MYErNgRrI/AAAAAAAAED8/iUFSIwCWxIU/s1600-h/DSC04791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MYErNgRrI/AAAAAAAAED8/iUFSIwCWxIU/s200/DSC04791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436715643764229810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided my glider (that I stole from my Mom) needed to be recovered. You can't see the big hole I mended in the seat on the first pic. I measured, went to the store, found something I liked and the lady there helped me to figure out the rest. The top and seat were pretty easy, just like a shaped pillowcase. The armrests are a little funky, but they cover and it works. The only thing I was unhappy about was I tried so hard to get the pattern going the right way and it is upside-down on the top anyway. Pooh! It still looks way better though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MYDxT5d1I/AAAAAAAAED0/QMGmC98prN0/s1600-h/DSC04789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MYDxT5d1I/AAAAAAAAED0/QMGmC98prN0/s200/DSC04789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436715628221790034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Turkey Placemats. No its not all sewn together, but this is what it will look like when it is done. I think they are super cute. I was so worried about getting fabrics that matched that I made my friend Cathy come with me to help pick them out. I think they look pretty good. I am pretty sure I will be working on them for a long time, but having a sewing machine that works helps out a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a tons of ideas for Rome's Busy Book, but that will just have to wait. I just don't have the time to figure out how to put it together. I am sure it will be great when I do though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-3868252438327717758?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/3868252438327717758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=3868252438327717758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3868252438327717758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3868252438327717758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/02/craftiness.html' title='Craftiness'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S3MYg1nR1QI/AAAAAAAAEEE/JKbyn_15H7A/s72-c/DSC04654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-8434505785211573165</id><published>2010-02-08T13:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:44:42.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Last Week Ugh!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is my last week of being pregnant. *Technically* Yes, I am miserable. I can't move or get comfortable and Rome still wants me to play on the floor with him. Um, sorry buddy, that is not happening. Josh is driving me crazy trying to *schedule* things. Yea, that doesn't work either. I feel like kicking him about 20 times a day. Kind of like baby girl does to me all day long. Still. My poor belly button is so sore! I also like how my ticker says my last week is 10 days long. Really? Are you against me too? I told my friend that I am going into hiding for a while, like the next 2 months. I just feel a bit anti-social. I don't want anybody else asking me when I am due and to hang in there. I know they mean well. I just don't want to hear it. I feel like I have been very patient up until now. Even with all of the back pain and sickness and heartburn and not sleeping and everything else. I am trying to wait nicely until Saturday when my midwife says I am due. (I think it should be on Wed. and so does the hospital, but that is okay) After that, I can't promise anything.  I already told her that I am not going to wait another week to see if I go on my own. That stunk last time so lets just help me out here. Okay? Okay. Baby girl should cooperate now and be nice. Anytime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-8434505785211573165?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/8434505785211573165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=8434505785211573165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8434505785211573165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8434505785211573165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-week-ugh.html' title='Last Week Ugh!'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-8137224039798521578</id><published>2010-02-01T13:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:48:37.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big boy'/><title type='text'>New Bed</title><content type='html'>Somehow I forgot to post about Rome's new bed. Josh said something about taking the side off of his crib and the very next day Rome kept wanting in and out of it. So, I took it off. It was kind of spur of the moment, but he loved it! He was so happy to play in his new bed. Then, he slept in it just fine; the first day. After that it was a little tough. He can get up whenever and come out to play. Especially in the middle of the night. He just comes right in our room and wakes us up. Well, me mostly. Josh has been really nice though and getting up with him when it is just a little early like 6:30 or 7. Then, I can sleep in until 8 or so. It makes up for getting up to put him back to bed a couple times. We are still working on him staying in bed, but I think it was time for it. I just hope he lets me sleep with the new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2c9Un9XeWI/AAAAAAAAEDM/T_7tca_NjkQ/s1600-h/DSC04727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2c9Un9XeWI/AAAAAAAAEDM/T_7tca_NjkQ/s320/DSC04727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433378899978844514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2c9VLalvJI/AAAAAAAAEDU/bUq8ThfoAWo/s1600-h/DSC04729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2c9VLalvJI/AAAAAAAAEDU/bUq8ThfoAWo/s320/DSC04729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433378909496654994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun I even pretend to go to sleep and say, "night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2c9VlVfZgI/AAAAAAAAEDc/RJoZniHv5RI/s1600-h/DSC04731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2c9VlVfZgI/AAAAAAAAEDc/RJoZniHv5RI/s320/DSC04731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433378916454589954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He insisted that Thor come a cuddle with him. It lasted about 2 seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-8137224039798521578?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/8137224039798521578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=8137224039798521578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8137224039798521578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8137224039798521578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-bed.html' title='New Bed'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2c9Un9XeWI/AAAAAAAAEDM/T_7tca_NjkQ/s72-c/DSC04727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-6498721196407316400</id><published>2010-01-31T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:04:54.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Thor's Last Day</title><content type='html'>Yes, It is true. We gave away Thor. I don't know quite how I feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;I have been very frustrated with him. He pees on things. He gets on the table. He takes food from the baby. He takes food out of the baby's mouth! He barks at the dark. He is not good at playing. He follows me around all day long. He jumps on me a LOT. There are more.&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day I came home from running errands and he had gotten onto my craft table. He got down the painted puzzle pieces and chewed them up. Out of the bag, all over the floor. I WAS SO ANGRY. I yelled. I held him down. I put him outside. I cleaned up the mess. I was still angry. After that I told Josh I was ready to give him away. I just cannot deal with his antics and a toddler and a new baby. I am sorry poor puppy Thor. I don't want to start teaching Rome to yell at the dog and hold him down when he is bad. I don't want him to see me so angry at Thor all the time. Josh agreed. I put an ad online and told a couple of my friends. Well, one of them had some relative (sister-in-law's mother-in-law or something) that was looking for a little dog to rescue to keep her company because she is sick and has to stay home. Perfect. I talked to her and it sounded great. It took a week or two, but they came and picked him up and drove him up to Ogden to his new home. I hear he is doing great and she was soo very excited to have him. I am glad for him. He is a good dog and needed more attention than I could give him. I hear she bought him outfits and even got a dog sitter so they could go out for the night. Yes, we laughed at that. He is definitely being spoiled, but good for him. Hopefully he will be a good dog for her. I can't say I miss him. The house is a lot quieter without him. Zeus sleeps on the couch all day. I don't get mauled trying to feed him. Rome can eat his snacks in peace. So, no I don't miss him. I just feel bad that I couldn't handle him anymore. I gave away my little puppy-baby.  Rome loved chasing him around the house. (I don't know that he liked it) Rome has only asked about him a couple of times since he has been gone. That makes me sad. I hoped they would be good friends. But it was for the best. I hope you had a nice last day Thor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2ZPiWBEXtI/AAAAAAAAEDE/Ou7UOGPUWcU/s1600-h/DSC04746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2ZPiWBEXtI/AAAAAAAAEDE/Ou7UOGPUWcU/s200/DSC04746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433117451913289426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2ZPhU2BTII/AAAAAAAAEC0/3vq-s1OnmRo/s1600-h/DSC04751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2ZPhU2BTII/AAAAAAAAEC0/3vq-s1OnmRo/s200/DSC04751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433117434418646146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2ZPh8uQ5CI/AAAAAAAAEC8/_HIvhPZKCXk/s1600-h/DSC04748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2ZPh8uQ5CI/AAAAAAAAEC8/_HIvhPZKCXk/s200/DSC04748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433117445123531810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2ZPgfvrPnI/AAAAAAAAECk/mlpUxYIbSrM/s1600-h/DSC04741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2ZPgfvrPnI/AAAAAAAAECk/mlpUxYIbSrM/s200/DSC04741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433117420164955762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2ZPg4UxCLI/AAAAAAAAECs/1E97dIgj4dk/s1600-h/DSC04739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2ZPg4UxCLI/AAAAAAAAECs/1E97dIgj4dk/s200/DSC04739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433117426762975410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couch time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-6498721196407316400?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/6498721196407316400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=6498721196407316400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6498721196407316400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6498721196407316400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/01/thor.html' title='Thor&apos;s Last Day'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S2ZPiWBEXtI/AAAAAAAAEDE/Ou7UOGPUWcU/s72-c/DSC04746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-2217779906031656748</id><published>2010-01-25T13:43:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:09:05.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganga'/><title type='text'>Shopping Day</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I had a doctors appointment and then I went shopping. Josh rearranged his work so he could stay home and watch Rome. Thanks Honey! I had such a good day! Well, except that my phone was dead and Josh kept calling to see where I was at. He just doesn't understand shopping at all. First, I went to JoAnn's to look for fabric, but only found a placemat for Rome with farm animals on it. I forgot to use my 50% coupon, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S14FNB1XkfI/AAAAAAAAECM/gSCGJ1T1sgE/s1600-h/DSC04733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S14FNB1XkfI/AAAAAAAAECM/gSCGJ1T1sgE/s200/DSC04733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430783922044113394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Gymboree and found some great deals for $4 and $5. 2 dresses, one shirt, 3 pairs of pants and one pair of tights. I used my GymBuck to get $50 worth for half off! With tax it was $29, but still pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S14FODLEldI/AAAAAAAAECc/z5c-BxmElrE/s1600-h/DSC04735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S14FODLEldI/AAAAAAAAECc/z5c-BxmElrE/s200/DSC04735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430783939583448530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I went to Target. I always check their clearance, but lately it hasn't been very good. Well, today was THE day! I got a 2T dress for $5, 3T dress shirt/sweater/pants set for $5, jeans for $3 (2T, 3T, and 4T), another pair of pants for Rome and some leggings and t0shirt for baby girl. I also got a set of girl crib sheets on sale and Balmex for $4 each (which was the real reason I went there and it was cheaper than the grocery store that stopped carrying it). Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S14FNo83K2I/AAAAAAAAECU/AW6MHmyqT0k/s1600-h/DSC04734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S14FNo83K2I/AAAAAAAAECU/AW6MHmyqT0k/s200/DSC04734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430783932544527202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, I stopped at Khol's. I wasn't going to, but I figured I should since I hardly ever get to shop by myself. I had 2 little outfits to return and got $18.30 in store credit and I had a 15% off shopping pass. I found some great shirts and pants for $1 to $3 each. The best part was that with my shopping pass the total came out to $18.30. No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S14FMjgdF3I/AAAAAAAAECE/PfqRGSbcfvI/s1600-h/DSC04732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S14FMjgdF3I/AAAAAAAAECE/PfqRGSbcfvI/s200/DSC04732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430783913903331186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My returns bag, Finally empty! What a good day and it only took me 3 hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-2217779906031656748?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/2217779906031656748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=2217779906031656748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/2217779906031656748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/2217779906031656748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/01/shopping-day.html' title='Shopping Day'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S14FNB1XkfI/AAAAAAAAECM/gSCGJ1T1sgE/s72-c/DSC04733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-4284463844899721896</id><published>2010-01-17T04:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T04:28:25.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Off to Bed...Haha!</title><content type='html'>Insomnia is my new trick. It sneaks up on me even when I am really tired. Like today. At least I got a nap for 2 hours this afternoon. That should keep me going through 3 hours of church during lunchtime. I just need to stop thinking about baby things and being uncomfortable and how Huge I am getting.&lt;br /&gt;A list maybe, of things I should not keep thinking of every day and night.&lt;br /&gt;baby girl, baby names, baby clothes, moving furniture, washing baby clothes that I don't have, do I really need more baby clothes? will my friends notice that I didn't have a shower, do I really care? yes that makes me cry, labor ugh, will she be nice and come early or do I really have to wait 4 more wEeKs, Getting baby stuff out of the garage, tackling the garage, bugging Josh to tackle the garage, then bugging him to put it back the Right way, finally throwing away the boxes from Christmas, how do we keep missing garbage day? Rome not sleeping, me not sleeping, I wish I were sleeping, sewing, sewing projects, keep looking up more sewing projects, doesn't do me any good if my machine isn't working, going to borrow my friends machine, going crazy with boredom and still have TONS to do, finish tree skirt, Turkey placemats, busy book for Rome, car seat cover, cover mom's old glider, more and more, I really am just torturing myself, should work on baby announcements, what kind of paper, what colors, what to put on it, baby names? other errands to run too, shouldn't leave the house too often it makes me tired, have more baby clothes to return and exchange, maybe I should make cookies, I just made cookies, sick of movies on the couch every night, tired of reading books that I haven't finished, what else is there to do again, yup these last weeks just drag on and on, now if only I could get to sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-4284463844899721896?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/4284463844899721896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=4284463844899721896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4284463844899721896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4284463844899721896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/01/off-to-bedhaha.html' title='Off to Bed...Haha!'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-1364192474842232135</id><published>2010-01-15T10:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:05:21.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross Out</title><content type='html'>I went to an activity last night. A lady there gave me a hug to say Hi. I thought, "Wow, she smells good, she must have just gotten her hair done." It wasn't until I got home that I realized she HAD gotten her hair done and cut. I looked in the mirror and noticed a whole bunch of cut hair on my cheek. Oh, gross! I hate cut hair! And it had been there the whole night. Eww! I guess not everybody has this phobia and goes home as soon as possible to shower all the cut hair away. I even try not to sit back on my seat too much to keep the hair off. So, thanks for being friendly, but next time not so close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-1364192474842232135?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/1364192474842232135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=1364192474842232135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1364192474842232135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1364192474842232135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/01/gross-out.html' title='Gross Out'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-3156878597864330531</id><published>2010-01-14T16:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:42:18.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing'/><title type='text'>Rome's Favorites</title><content type='html'>Rome got some great Christmas presents, but He liked the ones from Great-Grandma Thomas the best. (yes, it was a gift card so I got to choose, but still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-p4hD1-iI/AAAAAAAAEB0/7H25ILjTw1E/s1600-h/DSC04722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-p4hD1-iI/AAAAAAAAEB0/7H25ILjTw1E/s200/DSC04722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426742864416995874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-p4aepHYI/AAAAAAAAEBs/8djC7J-k-rM/s1600-h/DSC04724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-p4aepHYI/AAAAAAAAEBs/8djC7J-k-rM/s200/DSC04724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426742862650350978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to get him this Fridge Farm for a while. I found it at Target for $10! He loves it and carries it from the fridge to the couch and back. Josh was sick of it the first day. He is dancing to the music in the second picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-p3Z1nCFI/AAAAAAAAEBc/DPUdlkrZv60/s1600-h/DSC04709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-p3Z1nCFI/AAAAAAAAEBc/DPUdlkrZv60/s200/DSC04709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426742845298378834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-p33XuTQI/AAAAAAAAEBk/GU1TqgC8bLY/s1600-h/DSC04710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-p33XuTQI/AAAAAAAAEBk/GU1TqgC8bLY/s200/DSC04710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426742853226089730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thor got too close when Rome was playing with the magnets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-qL2A4_0I/AAAAAAAAEB8/W4zSygcX4lY/s1600-h/DSC04726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-qL2A4_0I/AAAAAAAAEB8/W4zSygcX4lY/s200/DSC04726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426743196459269954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this car that you shake and then it goes. Rome loved it in the store and then it scared him when we got it home. Now, he shakes it sometimes and others he just gives it to you to shake and then goes and gets it. Funny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-p21tD7ZI/AAAAAAAAEBU/d4K9ymbAoi8/s1600-h/DSC04707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-p21tD7ZI/AAAAAAAAEBU/d4K9ymbAoi8/s200/DSC04707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426742835598847378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome was wearing his sister's mary jane crocs (they are a size 8) around the house so we decided to get him some. He loves to put them on himself. It was so funny at the mall, he kept pulling them down and trying them on. I had to convince him we were only taking home the red ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-3156878597864330531?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/3156878597864330531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=3156878597864330531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3156878597864330531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3156878597864330531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/01/romes-favorites.html' title='Rome&apos;s Favorites'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-p4hD1-iI/AAAAAAAAEB0/7H25ILjTw1E/s72-c/DSC04722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-7371538837119479370</id><published>2010-01-14T16:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:29:52.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganga'/><title type='text'>Steals and Deals</title><content type='html'>Josh's Mom calls a good deal a Ganga. These are the ones I have found lately.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-mr6jFGPI/AAAAAAAAEBE/nu4JEFzI4us/s1600-h/DSC04708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-mr6jFGPI/AAAAAAAAEBE/nu4JEFzI4us/s320/DSC04708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739349385713906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some baby clothes to return to Khol's so I got a gift card and they were having a sale AND I had a $5 coupon. So, I got all three dresses for $2.05. I was pretty happy about it. Even though I was there for 1 1/2 hours the week of Christmas and it was crazy and snowing when I left. No, I don't know why I had to do it right then, I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-msJvFLKI/AAAAAAAAEBM/inWIJM7LOoI/s1600-h/DSC04711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-msJvFLKI/AAAAAAAAEBM/inWIJM7LOoI/s320/DSC04711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739353462582434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Ross for something and forgot what when I got there. So, I went to Old Navy (which is right next door) and got these all for $.97 each. There is one maternity shirt, one 4th of July shirt, 2 t-shirts for Rome now, Halloween shirts for this year and next and 2 t-shirts for Baby Girl. All for $9.37. That is one good Ganga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got some great summer clothes from Gymboree for way cheap, but I didn't take a picture. I did get a Gymbuck to go back and get more stuff 50% off. I will have to see if they have anything reasonable to use it on. Everything is so cute, but sooo expensive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-7371538837119479370?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/7371538837119479370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=7371538837119479370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/7371538837119479370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/7371538837119479370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/01/steals-and-deals.html' title='Steals and Deals'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-mr6jFGPI/AAAAAAAAEBE/nu4JEFzI4us/s72-c/DSC04708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-3336638062179126334</id><published>2010-01-14T16:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:18:19.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly'/><title type='text'>32 and 36</title><content type='html'>I missed my 32 Week post. So, here it is. I thought I was pretty small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-lEruhB5I/AAAAAAAAEAc/LkkK7S0jZ0U/s1600-h/DSC04680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-lEruhB5I/AAAAAAAAEAc/LkkK7S0jZ0U/s200/DSC04680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426737575880624018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-lE4lzyWI/AAAAAAAAEAk/8T3Tv8xaaOo/s1600-h/DSC04681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-lE4lzyWI/AAAAAAAAEAk/8T3Tv8xaaOo/s200/DSC04681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426737579333765474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she has grown and totally made up for it. I am huge and I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-lF0n5YPI/AAAAAAAAEA0/Nn99ysg7RqE/s1600-h/DSC04715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-lF0n5YPI/AAAAAAAAEA0/Nn99ysg7RqE/s200/DSC04715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426737595448647922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-lGGigJBI/AAAAAAAAEA8/JcM8bO7YC7Y/s1600-h/DSC04717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-lGGigJBI/AAAAAAAAEA8/JcM8bO7YC7Y/s200/DSC04717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426737600257860626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully my back pain has gotten better. I am not sleeping very well but I am just uncomfortable. I am trying to get out and walk more. Hopefully that will help her to show up sooner. Or, I can just hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-lFVVO-aI/AAAAAAAAEAs/Frgg0KTcgPw/s1600-h/DSC04720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-lFVVO-aI/AAAAAAAAEAs/Frgg0KTcgPw/s200/DSC04720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426737587048872354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Rome giving the Baby hugs. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;He also shows us his 'baby' to tickle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-3336638062179126334?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/3336638062179126334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=3336638062179126334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3336638062179126334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3336638062179126334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/01/32-and-36.html' title='32 and 36'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0-lEruhB5I/AAAAAAAAEAc/LkkK7S0jZ0U/s72-c/DSC04680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-5181341767110278371</id><published>2010-01-02T21:58:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:28:27.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>We had such a nice holiday week. Josh didn't have to work very much and we just stayed home. It was very calm and non-stressful. After the crazy Thanksgiving we had, I really enjoyed it. Especially while having many fake (read ouch!) contractions. I tried my hand at gingerbread cookies for Santa. They were really hard to make! It snowed a couple of times. We played and took lots of naps. Josh's parents come to visit for New Years and we had a second Christmas with them. They watched Rome so we could have a day out. We ate sandwiches and saw Avatar. It was really good! It was so nice of them and probably the last time we will get to go out just the two of us for a long while. Then we had our traditional seafood dinner for New Year's Eve. We were poopers and all went to bed early. So, glad we get the New York feed and can watch the ball drop at 10pm! Then (like we needed more) Dan, Clare and Abi stopped by for our Third Christmas. It was nice to see them and play and visit for a little bit. Who knew that staying home we would three Christmases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Al2CEvGFI/AAAAAAAAD-8/5OdbF3LTW7Q/s1600-h/DSC04656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Al2CEvGFI/AAAAAAAAD-8/5OdbF3LTW7Q/s200/DSC04656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422375561553975378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My early Present, Isn't it pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Al2s_o9rI/AAAAAAAAD_E/4LzuU7xt6PE/s1600-h/DSC04679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Al2s_o9rI/AAAAAAAAD_E/4LzuU7xt6PE/s200/DSC04679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422375573075326642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Al3CYilMI/AAAAAAAAD_M/9pe76w20Rp8/s1600-h/DSC04694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Al3CYilMI/AAAAAAAAD_M/9pe76w20Rp8/s200/DSC04694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422375578816910530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome's cool Bomber jacket and camo hat; What do you do after church? We wear snow boots, a hat and play with pots and pans. Sounds fun right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Al3dCW4oI/AAAAAAAAD_U/IytVpGg6DuI/s1600-h/DSC04682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Al3dCW4oI/AAAAAAAAD_U/IytVpGg6DuI/s200/DSC04682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422375585971626626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Al3wA8-II/AAAAAAAAD_c/3NKokd8GGJY/s1600-h/DSC04689.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Al3wA8-II/AAAAAAAAD_c/3NKokd8GGJY/s200/DSC04689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422375591066007682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Cookies, Rome showing me his "tanta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Am18lSfnI/AAAAAAAAD_s/_wFJbrPJlYk/s1600-h/DSC04690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Am18lSfnI/AAAAAAAAD_s/_wFJbrPJlYk/s200/DSC04690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422376659591528050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Am1C85FvI/AAAAAAAAD_k/TrU24in2v30/s1600-h/DSC04691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Am1C85FvI/AAAAAAAAD_k/TrU24in2v30/s200/DSC04691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422376644121270002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Santa came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0AnUEPD6TI/AAAAAAAAEAM/rl7N6VTONNE/s1600-h/DSC04695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0AnUEPD6TI/AAAAAAAAEAM/rl7N6VTONNE/s200/DSC04695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422377177041856818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0AnUiENU-I/AAAAAAAAEAU/eFdX9PiyVTw/s1600-h/DSC04701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0AnUiENU-I/AAAAAAAAEAU/eFdX9PiyVTw/s200/DSC04701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422377185049400290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome "helping" with the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Am2g0TZdI/AAAAAAAAD_8/Hldea8kaQ48/s1600-h/DSC04702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Am2g0TZdI/AAAAAAAAD_8/Hldea8kaQ48/s200/DSC04702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422376669318178258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our New Year's Eve Feast, Mmm, Lobster tails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Am3Opu8KI/AAAAAAAAEAE/0QUhslClX3c/s1600-h/DSC04704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Am3Opu8KI/AAAAAAAAEAE/0QUhslClX3c/s200/DSC04704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422376681621876898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringing in the New Year (at 7:30 pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Am2PxFDcI/AAAAAAAAD_0/iOUge8LLOt8/s1600-h/DSC04706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Am2PxFDcI/AAAAAAAAD_0/iOUge8LLOt8/s200/DSC04706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422376664741252546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Christmas with Dan, Clare and Abi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-5181341767110278371?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/5181341767110278371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=5181341767110278371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5181341767110278371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5181341767110278371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2010/01/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S0Al2CEvGFI/AAAAAAAAD-8/5OdbF3LTW7Q/s72-c/DSC04656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-7461980794334783802</id><published>2009-12-26T11:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:28:56.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Wishing</title><content type='html'>I really want a new cover for my car seat. It is not old. It is not broken. I just want it to look more girly. I have been drooling over these on Etsy. I wanted to make one myself (they sell patterns), but my sewing machine has gone on strike. I can't even finish my tree skirt that is super cute. It won't even sew a straight stitch. Arrrg! So, for now I will keep wishing.&lt;br /&gt;I love these colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SzZUC-lCRkI/AAAAAAAAD-0/qzPtosiLnCE/s1600-h/seat+cover"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SzZUC-lCRkI/AAAAAAAAD-0/qzPtosiLnCE/s320/seat+cover" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419611611721778754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=34892645"&gt; Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SzZUC5NI-rI/AAAAAAAAD-s/TgCOlEHOdKU/s1600-h/car+seat+cover2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SzZUC5NI-rI/AAAAAAAAD-s/TgCOlEHOdKU/s320/car+seat+cover2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419611610279377586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want it too look sassy and fitted like &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=31276657&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_14&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=baby+seat+cover&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=53&amp;amp;includes[]=tags&amp;amp;includes[]=title"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-7461980794334783802?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/7461980794334783802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=7461980794334783802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/7461980794334783802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/7461980794334783802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishing.html' title='Wishing'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SzZUC-lCRkI/AAAAAAAAD-0/qzPtosiLnCE/s72-c/seat+cover' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-1547180030372086319</id><published>2009-12-12T11:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:11:16.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow...</title><content type='html'>Snow, Snow and more Snow! Rome thought it was pretty cool. We think it just plain cold. It has been below freezing and negative numbers here for over a week! Brrr! But it was fun to get out and play in it... at least for a little while. Then, it is time for dry clothes, naps and hot chocolate for Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPbXFYQ8AI/AAAAAAAAD90/Wt64z9CI5sA/s1600-h/DSC04659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPbXFYQ8AI/AAAAAAAAD90/Wt64z9CI5sA/s200/DSC04659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414412366656892930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPbWhdgoGI/AAAAAAAAD9s/kLYPxzYYa88/s1600-h/DSC04661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPbWhdgoGI/AAAAAAAAD9s/kLYPxzYYa88/s200/DSC04661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414412357015216226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ready to play in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPcJh2bVaI/AAAAAAAAD-U/7A2rhlKn6bk/s1600-h/DSC04663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPcJh2bVaI/AAAAAAAAD-U/7A2rhlKn6bk/s200/DSC04663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414413233293055394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPcKKE178I/AAAAAAAAD-c/NXhyA8Uwmqw/s1600-h/DSC04664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPcKKE178I/AAAAAAAAD-c/NXhyA8Uwmqw/s200/DSC04664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414413244090937282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping Daddy shovel or just getting stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPbYZBhrnI/AAAAAAAAD-M/f5U22WiLUgc/s1600-h/DSC04666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPbYZBhrnI/AAAAAAAAD-M/f5U22WiLUgc/s200/DSC04666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414412389110099570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPcKaI5kYI/AAAAAAAAD-k/oWmynf5yR24/s1600-h/DSC04675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPcKaI5kYI/AAAAAAAAD-k/oWmynf5yR24/s200/DSC04675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414413248402919810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it is really deep! I don't think we have ever gotten this much snow here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPbYCelL2I/AAAAAAAAD-E/wOksS2K8d9c/s1600-h/DSC04670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPbYCelL2I/AAAAAAAAD-E/wOksS2K8d9c/s200/DSC04670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414412383057948514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPbXhnbNeI/AAAAAAAAD98/HXzJWAtpdVM/s1600-h/DSC04673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPbXhnbNeI/AAAAAAAAD98/HXzJWAtpdVM/s200/DSC04673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414412374236673506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it sure is fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-1547180030372086319?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/1547180030372086319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=1547180030372086319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1547180030372086319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1547180030372086319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow.html' title='Snow...'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SyPbXFYQ8AI/AAAAAAAAD90/Wt64z9CI5sA/s72-c/DSC04659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-5754301627335316379</id><published>2009-12-04T12:17:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:04:13.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bibs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving Weekend was super crazy for us. Well, I planned most of it and filled it to the tipy-top with activities and parties. Here are the plethora of pictures of what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxlhvJ3-s8I/AAAAAAAAD6g/14s3gWZpb-E/s1600-h/DSC04618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxlhvJ3-s8I/AAAAAAAAD6g/14s3gWZpb-E/s200/DSC04618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411463889994822594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxlhvpP39ZI/AAAAAAAAD6o/A-BEfnywsdY/s1600-h/DSC04621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxlhvpP39ZI/AAAAAAAAD6o/A-BEfnywsdY/s200/DSC04621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411463898416543122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday Dinner, too bad I didn't get a picture of the Manicotti, well it was stuffed shells, but it was delicious!  I turned the brownie into a delicious sundae too, Yum!&lt;br /&gt;First Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sxlhv_0yxiI/AAAAAAAAD6w/luIP6zJWic4/s1600-h/DSC04623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sxlhv_0yxiI/AAAAAAAAD6w/luIP6zJWic4/s200/DSC04623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411463904476972578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxlhwS1-z3I/AAAAAAAAD64/Hf6grWxHMK0/s1600-h/DSC04632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxlhwS1-z3I/AAAAAAAAD64/Hf6grWxHMK0/s200/DSC04632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411463909582229362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree for one of the many activities I had planned, Jen and her prize for winning a game&lt;br /&gt;We made ornaments too, why didn't I take a pic of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxljdoKd6zI/AAAAAAAAD7I/mA3dVrSvJxU/s1600-h/DSC04628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxljdoKd6zI/AAAAAAAAD7I/mA3dVrSvJxU/s200/DSC04628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411465787911039794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sxlhwun7OmI/AAAAAAAAD7A/qHUx13wV-0E/s1600-h/DSC04629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sxlhwun7OmI/AAAAAAAAD7A/qHUx13wV-0E/s200/DSC04629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411463917039467106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cooks, Waiting to eat&lt;br /&gt;Second Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxljeJCaF6I/AAAAAAAAD7Q/6gnsFO1-ggk/s1600-h/DSC04633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxljeJCaF6I/AAAAAAAAD7Q/6gnsFO1-ggk/s200/DSC04633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411465796735604642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxljejA9cdI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/OblyqJ5tkDI/s1600-h/DSC04634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxljejA9cdI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/OblyqJ5tkDI/s200/DSC04634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411465803708854738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any pictures because it was so crazy (and I was a bit tired after all of those family activities). I did get Rome trying out the whip cream and then bedtime stories with Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxljfMFPjMI/AAAAAAAAD7g/kPKjH9yeWEo/s1600-h/DSC04635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxljfMFPjMI/AAAAAAAAD7g/kPKjH9yeWEo/s200/DSC04635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411465814732672194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxljfqJiZHI/AAAAAAAAD7o/p3KsNDHa_Uc/s1600-h/DSC04650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxljfqJiZHI/AAAAAAAAD7o/p3KsNDHa_Uc/s200/DSC04650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411465822803747954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Rome slept (top bunk) Poor Daddy! Turkey Day leftovers are funny!&lt;br /&gt;Ladybug Shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxllZB_aqeI/AAAAAAAAD74/DA3QwOMgHG0/s1600-h/DSC04636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxllZB_aqeI/AAAAAAAAD74/DA3QwOMgHG0/s200/DSC04636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411467907967920610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxllZ2CijTI/AAAAAAAAD8A/j1wIwneNMMg/s1600-h/DSC04640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxllZ2CijTI/AAAAAAAAD8A/j1wIwneNMMg/s200/DSC04640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411467921939664178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super cute cake made by Clare; Me and Lace eating cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxllaCAMU2I/AAAAAAAAD8I/5so5npnsYZg/s1600-h/DSC04641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxllaCAMU2I/AAAAAAAAD8I/5so5npnsYZg/s200/DSC04641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411467925151044450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sxllan1S4AI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/YV5hV5EtWGg/s1600-h/DSC04642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sxllan1S4AI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/YV5hV5EtWGg/s200/DSC04642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411467935305883650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting Bibs, My good friend Amber (who made the gorgeous green and cream crochet blanket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sxlm-cpUygI/AAAAAAAAD8g/ghJxCSsct4s/s1600-h/DSC04652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sxlm-cpUygI/AAAAAAAAD8g/ghJxCSsct4s/s200/DSC04652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411469650289805826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sxlm_Lrq6yI/AAAAAAAAD8o/mffSMuBZdH8/s1600-h/DSC04653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sxlm_Lrq6yI/AAAAAAAAD8o/mffSMuBZdH8/s200/DSC04653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411469662916111138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts, So many cute pink things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sxlm_jTDsYI/AAAAAAAAD8w/FHjRGz507vA/s1600-h/DSC04643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sxlm_jTDsYI/AAAAAAAAD8w/FHjRGz507vA/s200/DSC04643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411469669255328130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxlnANlCaqI/AAAAAAAAD84/Lqrxn_BzALM/s1600-h/DSC04644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxlnANlCaqI/AAAAAAAAD84/Lqrxn_BzALM/s200/DSC04644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411469680605031074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful bibs, Seriously we had some artists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sxlm97ZujYI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/vhvAT9uLrac/s1600-h/DSC04651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sxlm97ZujYI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/vhvAT9uLrac/s200/DSC04651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411469641366015362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The quilt from Great Grandma Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Temple Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxllYXmpjaI/AAAAAAAAD7w/T0PXLskPwwk/s1600-h/DSC04647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxllYXmpjaI/AAAAAAAAD7w/T0PXLskPwwk/s200/DSC04647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411467896589749666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I should have turned sideways or something, I look so big here!&lt;br /&gt;I also went to the Twilight movie New Moon with my sister and best friend and her sister and friend. It was soo good! The first one was okay, but the second was way better. I am not normally a fan of Man-Candy, but I have to admit I was impressed and there was some girly giggling going on. Even from me. Whoo! Then we went out to lunch and it was so much fun! I love girl's night, or day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-5754301627335316379?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/5754301627335316379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=5754301627335316379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5754301627335316379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5754301627335316379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-weekend.html' title='Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxlhvJ3-s8I/AAAAAAAAD6g/14s3gWZpb-E/s72-c/DSC04618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-2127086753474540239</id><published>2009-11-30T11:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:11:03.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly'/><title type='text'>28 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Yea, this was 2 weeks ago. I thought you needed an update. I am still not very big, but I definitely feel full ALL day long. I also wish that little sister would decide to be head down and not kick my sensitive parts all day. It hurts little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxQKJrkzBsI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/zFcWnzb8eJY/s1600/DSC04603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxQKJrkzBsI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/zFcWnzb8eJY/s200/DSC04603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409960213810972354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, clothes don't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxQKKEQ9sBI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/rnY1VA67oi8/s1600/DSC04607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxQKKEQ9sBI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/rnY1VA67oi8/s200/DSC04607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409960220438671378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-2127086753474540239?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/2127086753474540239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=2127086753474540239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/2127086753474540239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/2127086753474540239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/11/28-weeks.html' title='28 Weeks'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SxQKJrkzBsI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/zFcWnzb8eJY/s72-c/DSC04603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-927140211597114874</id><published>2009-11-20T10:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:03:40.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smartie pants'/><title type='text'>Toddler Times</title><content type='html'>Rome has been having so much fun lately. He is getting to be quite a handful. He is learning new words and tricks everyday. He definitely keeps me on my toes. He can run through the house yelling "Mama." Yea, Thanks Daddy. He can open doors and likes to close them behind him. He will play in his room alone with the door closed and close it if you come in to check on him. He also likes to let the dogs out into the backyard and then chase them around. I have to keep the back door locked now. Yesterday, after getting out some Christmas decorations, he learned how to say "Santa." It sounds like "tanta," but it is so cute! He stands on his step stool (that he uses for a chair) and says "go" and then steps off and usually falls down. He thinks it is really funny. He is such a fun little boy. He is so happy, and (as long as I can get him to take a nap) not very whiny. Now, if we can just figure out how to get rid of the binky before his little sister shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbVQf0fW-I/AAAAAAAAD54/1b4spkEsV5g/s1600/DSC04588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbVQf0fW-I/AAAAAAAAD54/1b4spkEsV5g/s200/DSC04588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406242882101140450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbUL02VGNI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/xfoPXlmoUlA/s1600/DSC04589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbUL02VGNI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/xfoPXlmoUlA/s200/DSC04589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406241702335027410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in Mom's shoes, He loves shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbUNY_X0uI/AAAAAAAAD5w/eucSQcm7D1E/s1600/DSC04594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbUNY_X0uI/AAAAAAAAD5w/eucSQcm7D1E/s200/DSC04594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406241729216500450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbUMAfzERI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/cx2U3CQ6YOk/s1600/DSC04599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbUMAfzERI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/cx2U3CQ6YOk/s200/DSC04599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406241705461747986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a cool hat from Grandma, He loves hats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbVRNH8jwI/AAAAAAAAD6I/IqGYCF9oY3A/s1600/DSC04597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbVRNH8jwI/AAAAAAAAD6I/IqGYCF9oY3A/s200/DSC04597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406242894262341378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbVQ0GvWII/AAAAAAAAD6A/bV-J6lHoj1k/s1600/DSC04596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbVQ0GvWII/AAAAAAAAD6A/bV-J6lHoj1k/s200/DSC04596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406242887546394754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put it on your head, He is pointing to the hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbUMrTKSfI/AAAAAAAAD5g/P9WxxLAznVU/s1600/DSC04610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbUMrTKSfI/AAAAAAAAD5g/P9WxxLAznVU/s200/DSC04610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406241716951468530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbUM4v1rRI/AAAAAAAAD5o/G_Vja2bjPJ4/s1600/DSC04611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbUM4v1rRI/AAAAAAAAD5o/G_Vja2bjPJ4/s200/DSC04611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406241720561413394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I found him this morning. He has figured out how to get his pajamas off and half of the time we find him naked. He also put his blocks next to his crib so he could play with them when he woke up. He loves playing with his blocks. What a smartie pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-927140211597114874?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/927140211597114874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=927140211597114874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/927140211597114874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/927140211597114874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/11/toddler-times.html' title='Toddler Times'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbVQf0fW-I/AAAAAAAAD54/1b4spkEsV5g/s72-c/DSC04588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-7812987628415288195</id><published>2009-11-20T10:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:30:51.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>Blankie Baby</title><content type='html'>Rome has been dragging his chosen blankie around everywhere lately. I don't mind so much except it is huge and has been cleaning my floors. Gross! So, I decided to make him a smaller version. I don't think he will mind because it once got left at Grandma's house for 2 weeks and he didn't care. He just likes the ties on it. So, I went to the fabric store and found some fabric that was similar. White with baby and animal print and blue for the back. I got 1/2 a yard and it was perfect to make 2 stroller (or draggable) size blankets. I actually did the whole thing in a little over an hour for one blanket. Pinned, sewed, turned, tied, finished. I don't really know how to finish a blanket so I just turned it under and top stitched it twice on the end. I think they turned out so cute! I washed them so the ties are frayed already, but Rome doesn't care. I had to hide his big blankie because he wanted to tote both of them around. Also, I have a cousin who is having a baby boy, so I can give her the other little blankie. Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbPHUeJ9-I/AAAAAAAAD44/xCknWGgCMYQ/s1600/DSC04590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbPHUeJ9-I/AAAAAAAAD44/xCknWGgCMYQ/s200/DSC04590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406236127366084578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one for Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbPIESPemI/AAAAAAAAD5I/S2Ni_FpHBY8/s1600/DSC04593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbPIESPemI/AAAAAAAAD5I/S2Ni_FpHBY8/s200/DSC04593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406236140201015906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one, I did the ties different and I think it looks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbPHknemCI/AAAAAAAAD5A/c2Ti8xxH0HE/s1600/DSC04591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbPHknemCI/AAAAAAAAD5A/c2Ti8xxH0HE/s200/DSC04591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406236131700152354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Daddy and blankie eating breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbPGyoKdlI/AAAAAAAAD4w/vsphsGA3s38/s1600/DSC04592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbPGyoKdlI/AAAAAAAAD4w/vsphsGA3s38/s200/DSC04592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406236118281254482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think he likes it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-7812987628415288195?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/7812987628415288195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=7812987628415288195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/7812987628415288195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/7812987628415288195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/11/blankie-baby.html' title='Blankie Baby'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbPHUeJ9-I/AAAAAAAAD44/xCknWGgCMYQ/s72-c/DSC04590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-8690820319026364361</id><published>2009-11-20T10:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:11:37.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Short Cuts</title><content type='html'>I got my hair done and cut. I don't know if I really like it. I was excited and a lot scared to get it done because I don't do hair and short hair needs work. I think it turned out okay. I just need to get used to it for a while. Josh hates it, but he hates me with short hair, so not a shocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbNAOuyGLI/AAAAAAAAD4o/x_jpNapDTFY/s1600/DSC04600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbNAOuyGLI/AAAAAAAAD4o/x_jpNapDTFY/s320/DSC04600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406233806542870706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleek and Sassy from the salon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbM_p7KPPI/AAAAAAAAD4g/5LMd0MXPexU/s1600/DSC04617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbM_p7KPPI/AAAAAAAAD4g/5LMd0MXPexU/s320/DSC04617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406233796662672626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it looks like the rest of the time&lt;br /&gt;At least Rome doesn't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-8690820319026364361?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/8690820319026364361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=8690820319026364361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8690820319026364361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/8690820319026364361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-cuts.html' title='Short Cuts'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SwbNAOuyGLI/AAAAAAAAD4o/x_jpNapDTFY/s72-c/DSC04600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-5222283539268452352</id><published>2009-11-10T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:07:23.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing'/><title type='text'>Red Gloves</title><content type='html'>I got Rome some gloves because he always wants to play outside and it is getting a little cold. He loves them! I should have gotten mittens, but oh well. He wanted them on one day and then he went and ran around outside. It was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmqrs9fhNI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/3nGGkmSBW_Y/s1600-h/DSC04557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmqrs9fhNI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/3nGGkmSBW_Y/s200/DSC04557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402536895787795666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmqr-DgWUI/AAAAAAAAD3g/QBfJMAQ8qDQ/s1600-h/DSC04558.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmqr-DgWUI/AAAAAAAAD3g/QBfJMAQ8qDQ/s200/DSC04558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402536900376418626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmqsf9SglI/AAAAAAAAD3o/f2bkgLLGp5g/s1600-h/DSC04560.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmqsf9SglI/AAAAAAAAD3o/f2bkgLLGp5g/s200/DSC04560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402536909477151314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SvmqrA1WcfI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/1uuRgxB9Frw/s1600-h/DSC04565.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SvmqrA1WcfI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/1uuRgxB9Frw/s200/DSC04565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402536883942486514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-5222283539268452352?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/5222283539268452352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=5222283539268452352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5222283539268452352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5222283539268452352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/11/red-gloves.html' title='Red Gloves'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmqrs9fhNI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/3nGGkmSBW_Y/s72-c/DSC04557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-698387511384619334</id><published>2009-11-10T10:50:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:26:26.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><title type='text'>Halloween Happenings</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am getting behind. Here is what we did for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks ago we went up to SLC and got to see our friend Angela. She invited us to a party she was going to. It was pretty fun and probably the craziest party I have ever been to. Don't worry, It was still pretty tame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmo1mZKDyI/AAAAAAAAD2w/pDx1o2cKGLM/s1600-h/DSC04544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmo1mZKDyI/AAAAAAAAD2w/pDx1o2cKGLM/s200/DSC04544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402534866800217890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmo2OrWyeI/AAAAAAAAD3A/pu-K7qwEH38/s1600-h/DSC04547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmo2OrWyeI/AAAAAAAAD3A/pu-K7qwEH38/s200/DSC04547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402534877613967842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmo1yTvtcI/AAAAAAAAD24/MuVfTJMoyT8/s1600-h/DSC04545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmo1yTvtcI/AAAAAAAAD24/MuVfTJMoyT8/s200/DSC04545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402534869998745026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmo2aV0HHI/AAAAAAAAD3I/h4lNDh6X1aE/s1600-h/DSC04552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmo2aV0HHI/AAAAAAAAD3I/h4lNDh6X1aE/s200/DSC04552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402534880744840306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Costumes. Josh and I fit in because it was a pirate party!&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend was Halloween. We went up to SLC again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svms6tbOEhI/AAAAAAAAD3w/LkdAgd5nECU/s1600-h/DSC04573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svms6tbOEhI/AAAAAAAAD3w/LkdAgd5nECU/s200/DSC04573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402539352633774610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svms7dGx8BI/AAAAAAAAD4A/UtM878ndr5g/s1600-h/DSC04566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svms7dGx8BI/AAAAAAAAD4A/UtM878ndr5g/s200/DSC04566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402539365432946706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys sleeping through their movie. I totally did not take this while driving. That would be unsafe and you can't prove it.&lt;br /&gt;We got to go to a Basketball game with Cory and Angela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svms6wsUJWI/AAAAAAAAD34/US0ZstIi5OY/s1600-h/DSC04575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svms6wsUJWI/AAAAAAAAD34/US0ZstIi5OY/s200/DSC04575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402539353510782306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svms7pwxevI/AAAAAAAAD4I/LFog-tYFiS0/s1600-h/DSC04577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svms7pwxevI/AAAAAAAAD4I/LFog-tYFiS0/s200/DSC04577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402539368830302962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so close and it was so much fun! I did find out that those stadium stairs are steep. I had to go slow and was a bit out of breath at the top. I am feeling a bit pregnant now.&lt;br /&gt;The next night Josh went to the Utah Football game and I took Rome to a party with Lacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SvmvRx8_MlI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/Bk8oZYMKy9g/s1600-h/DSC04580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SvmvRx8_MlI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/Bk8oZYMKy9g/s200/DSC04580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402541948009394770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svms72YqhHI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/_G773dok-iA/s1600-h/DSC04585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svms72YqhHI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/_G773dok-iA/s200/DSC04585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402539372218844274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pirate and her parrot. On our way to the party. Rome kept pulling off the hat and then trying to put it back on. He was such a cute parrot! (Thanks to Valarie for letting him borrow your cute costume!) The party was so fun. Rome played with the other kids. We ate great food, played Halloween games and then went Trick-or-Treating. It was quite the experience. The other kids were a bit older and kind of ran Rome over. I picked him up and ran into a sticker bush. So the entire back of my skirt was covered with pokey burrs. Ouch! Rome was tired and had a fit when we stopped walking with the other kids to fix my skirt. So, we went back to the car. I changed into some jeans (so glad I thought to bring them!) and Rome into his Jammies (thanks Grandma for telling me to take them). Rome crawled into his car seat, grabbed his snacks and pointed to the movie. He was done! It was really fun though! I even got to eat an Eyeball cake on a fork! So Gross and Yummy! Thanks for inviting us Lace! I will have to get the other cute pics from her later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-698387511384619334?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/698387511384619334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=698387511384619334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/698387511384619334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/698387511384619334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-happenings.html' title='Halloween Happenings'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Svmo1mZKDyI/AAAAAAAAD2w/pDx1o2cKGLM/s72-c/DSC04544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-1097037872530977882</id><published>2009-10-29T10:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:27:50.277-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly'/><title type='text'>Belly Up</title><content type='html'>Here are some comparisons of my beautiful 6 month belly.&lt;br /&gt;This is the difference a day makes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sum--r__tsI/AAAAAAAAD2I/q7m8_xyMi1U/s1600-h/DSC04514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sum--r__tsI/AAAAAAAAD2I/q7m8_xyMi1U/s200/DSC04514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398055612552558274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morning &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sum-_LENy5I/AAAAAAAAD2Q/JNSX1i9pGBM/s1600-h/DSC04535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sum-_LENy5I/AAAAAAAAD2Q/JNSX1i9pGBM/s200/DSC04535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398055620891757458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Night&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it totally gets bigger by the end of the day. Maybe that is why I only feel fat and tired at night. Lately, I pick up toys in the morning. It is just so much easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sum_f0OqlxI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/BjM4ln-MIns/s1600-h/6+mos+belly+rome"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sum_f0OqlxI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/BjM4ln-MIns/s200/6+mos+belly+rome" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398056181697255186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Rome &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sum_-NrLfDI/AAAAAAAAD2g/1tNjqjbV_gU/s1600-h/DSC04538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sum_-NrLfDI/AAAAAAAAD2g/1tNjqjbV_gU/s200/DSC04538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398056703923813426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Girl&lt;br /&gt;I think I am smaller. Those are the same pants and both taken in the afternoon, just btw. It probably helps that she doesn't like when I eat chocolate. I still do though, just in very small doses. I hope she gets over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sum_-W5-tfI/AAAAAAAAD2o/mpXnPEFhhLI/s1600-h/DSC04541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sum_-W5-tfI/AAAAAAAAD2o/mpXnPEFhhLI/s200/DSC04541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398056706401809906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a Beautiful Belly pic for you. Really, how many times in your life can you revel in feeling fat? Huh? Okay, its baby fat. But seriously, not many, and I just love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-1097037872530977882?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/1097037872530977882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=1097037872530977882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1097037872530977882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1097037872530977882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/10/belly-up.html' title='Belly Up'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/Sum--r__tsI/AAAAAAAAD2I/q7m8_xyMi1U/s72-c/DSC04514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-4825018271045619499</id><published>2009-10-22T15:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:10:04.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously!?!</title><content type='html'>Why would anyone EVER put this on their child? Seriously?! Why!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SuDJqvsyq7I/AAAAAAAAD2A/2DJP-Jmbhrc/s1600-h/why+baby"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SuDJqvsyq7I/AAAAAAAAD2A/2DJP-Jmbhrc/s320/why+baby" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395534089785879474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-4825018271045619499?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/4825018271045619499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=4825018271045619499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4825018271045619499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4825018271045619499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/10/seriously.html' title='Seriously!?!'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SuDJqvsyq7I/AAAAAAAAD2A/2DJP-Jmbhrc/s72-c/why+baby' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-6637366761722495612</id><published>2009-10-21T15:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:19:32.264-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>Time for MURDER!</title><content type='html'>Yes, Murder! We didn't want to have a huge Halloween party like last year, so I decided we should have a Murder Mystery Dinner Party. It turned out great and was so much fun! We had the perfect amount of people, food, games and mystery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-FQVgn1xI/AAAAAAAAD0g/986oegtAP2w/s1600-h/DSC04490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-FQVgn1xI/AAAAAAAAD0g/986oegtAP2w/s200/DSC04490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395177394311517970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-FQvrch6I/AAAAAAAAD0o/pAiWauRi80c/s1600-h/DSC04491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-FQvrch6I/AAAAAAAAD0o/pAiWauRi80c/s200/DSC04491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395177401336235938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Goblets, Skull Cupcakes and Creepy Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-FR6WTnHI/AAAAAAAAD04/3-N26CAVETk/s1600-h/DSC04493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-FR6WTnHI/AAAAAAAAD04/3-N26CAVETk/s200/DSC04493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395177421380230258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-FRXfgbGI/AAAAAAAAD0w/qmKeo-2m6GA/s1600-h/DSC04492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-FRXfgbGI/AAAAAAAAD0w/qmKeo-2m6GA/s200/DSC04492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395177412023577698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pirates and The Gangster/ Flapper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-FSDoTtRI/AAAAAAAAD1A/5-5PDC0tEGk/s1600-h/DSC04494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-FSDoTtRI/AAAAAAAAD1A/5-5PDC0tEGk/s200/DSC04494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395177423871653138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-GpiXkZ3I/AAAAAAAAD1I/i8-wfQgWVF8/s1600-h/DSC04495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-GpiXkZ3I/AAAAAAAAD1I/i8-wfQgWVF8/s200/DSC04495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395178926771562354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hometown Couple and Soldier, Surgeon, and Colts Fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-GqMsC_5I/AAAAAAAAD1Q/tRzd4Fu0Ds4/s1600-h/DSC04496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-GqMsC_5I/AAAAAAAAD1Q/tRzd4Fu0Ds4/s200/DSC04496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395178938131742610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-GqTeb_QI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/Yveyz8QewV4/s1600-h/DSC04497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-GqTeb_QI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/Yveyz8QewV4/s200/DSC04497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395178939953708290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outlaw, Crazy Postal Worker and G.I. Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-Htd9XnAI/AAAAAAAAD1w/UzVM5MyQ_RY/s1600-h/DSC04506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-Htd9XnAI/AAAAAAAAD1w/UzVM5MyQ_RY/s200/DSC04506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395180093819034626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-Htuv0f9I/AAAAAAAAD14/UWLg2362XDY/s1600-h/DSC04499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-Htuv0f9I/AAAAAAAAD14/UWLg2362XDY/s200/DSC04499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395180098325610450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole crew and the only good party pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-Gq-6XpoI/AAAAAAAAD1g/LBYJTiip2J0/s1600-h/DSC04504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-Gq-6XpoI/AAAAAAAAD1g/LBYJTiip2J0/s200/DSC04504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395178951613589122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-GrbjDR_I/AAAAAAAAD1o/tf9f663L9qc/s1600-h/DSC04505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-GrbjDR_I/AAAAAAAAD1o/tf9f663L9qc/s200/DSC04505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395178959300413426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moldy Bone Breadsticks, Baked Worms Spaghetti, Mummy Dogs and Eyeball Eggs. Such Yummy Creepy Food! It took a little longer than I expected and we didn't even play the last game. Josh took awful pictures of the party, but I didn't take any so I can't complain. I am so glad everyone could come. It was such a fun night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-6637366761722495612?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/6637366761722495612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=6637366761722495612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6637366761722495612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6637366761722495612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-for-murder.html' title='Time for MURDER!'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/St-FQVgn1xI/AAAAAAAAD0g/986oegtAP2w/s72-c/DSC04490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-7022650882490874623</id><published>2009-10-21T15:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:55:32.183-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><title type='text'>Anxiety Dreams</title><content type='html'>Ever since I found out I was pregnant I have been having trouble sleeping. I am tired and lay down and then my brain says,"Uh, uh. I am awake and now we should think about disasters! Mwahahaha!!" Okay, it doesn't laugh, but you get the picture. I am awake for hours thinking about crazy and completely unrealistic disasters. Like earthquakes and zombie takeovers and murderous lunatics stalking our neighborhood. These are strange enough, but what bothered me was my reaction. I didn't think about what I would DO if these things happened. No, I just thought about what would happen to me, like I could do nothing to stop or change it. Very disturbing. I am an action person. I NEED to DO something. I figured that it was just being pregnant that caused these unusual dreams because you can't do anything about it. You can't make it go any faster or slower. (Let me tell you, the last few weeks just KILL me!) Also, after Rome was born, anxiety was my biggest symptom. I knew things would be okay, but I was so worried about doing anything and everything. All of that worrying made me very tired. So, I figure this might just be early postpartum anxiety keeping me awake.&lt;br /&gt;Then it creeped into my dreams. When I do sleep I have lots of troubling dreams. Dreams about accidents and floods and trips with out shoes. I didn't put them together until today. I was looking up some dream meanings on the internet because my books are all packed up. All of the things I remember from my dreams mean scary and ominous things to come. Ugh, great. So, my entire pregnancy has been telling me that things are going to get worse. I have no idea how, just worse.&lt;br /&gt;Add in the reality of this week. I have been very confident about the whole economy stuff and how things are going to turn around and everything will work out eventually. Then, the reality of Josh taking a pay cut and my doing bills and going CRAP. We really have to cut stuff out. I feel really lucky that I got all my Christmas shopping done, because it certainly would not happen on our new budget. I know we will be okay. We have everything we need. I have great food storage. Rome has clothes and shoes. Yes, I need baby girl clothes. But, if all else fails, I am sure I can find someone that has clothes I can use. I know this all in my brain and in my heart, but having anxious dreams and thoughts every night is sure not helping. I am positive that when we talked about having another baby that it was not supposed to be dripping with troubles, anxiety and worries. I just really hope that all of this won't color my memories of my sweet new baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-7022650882490874623?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/7022650882490874623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=7022650882490874623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/7022650882490874623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/7022650882490874623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/10/anxiety-dreams.html' title='Anxiety Dreams'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-1062915418182536812</id><published>2009-10-20T10:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:34:16.929-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smartie pants'/><title type='text'>Movie Please</title><content type='html'>Rome requested his first movie today. We always put them on in the car when we are driving for a couple hours. He doesn't always watch them, but he likes them. Well, today he found a CD case. He was looking through it and then wanted to go somewhere. He led me to the garage and I asked if he wanted to go in the car. He said yes. Then, I figured it out. He wanted to put the CD's into the car (which is where he sees the DVD player) so he could watch a movie. I guess he saw me changing the movies in the car DVD player and put it together that that is what those round shiny things are for. I asked if he wanted to watch a movie and he said yes. So I put one on the TV. It took a minute for him to figure out that he could sit on the couch and watch it. He still wanted to go sit in the car. So, we sat on the couch with his blankie and a snack (of course) to watch Chickens. What a smart kid!&lt;br /&gt;I think it was good he just wanted to watch a movie because it is raining today and it is really hard to explain to him that he can't go play outside because it is wet. What is the big deal? Water is cool so lets go play. Um, no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-1062915418182536812?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/1062915418182536812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=1062915418182536812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1062915418182536812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1062915418182536812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/10/movie-please.html' title='Movie Please'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-5041988982230738339</id><published>2009-10-15T15:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:48:12.399-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today&apos;s favorite'/><title type='text'>Today's Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What has pregnancy brain done for you today?&lt;br /&gt;I got face wash in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the shower and I put this stuff in my hair and thought, "that is not very much shampoo. Why did I do that? Wait, didn't I shampoo my hair already? Yea, I think I did. So, what was I just doing? Oh, yea. Washing my face. Uh, Oops."&lt;br /&gt;I guess my hair just need some extra oil-control today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-5041988982230738339?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/5041988982230738339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=5041988982230738339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5041988982230738339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/5041988982230738339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/10/todays-favorite.html' title='Today&apos;s Favorite'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-6026702917649934195</id><published>2009-10-15T15:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:37:46.206-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>Sweet Moments</title><content type='html'>Rome has been kinda sick lately. Not really sick. He had a teeny tiny fever yesterday and he has a little cough. But really, not sick. He does think he is sick however. He needs his binky and his blankie all day long. Oh, and his Mommy. Yesterday I literally spent most of the day laying around with a blankie, a binky and a baby. I was supposed to clean. Yea, that didn't happen. I put Rome down at 6:30 pm and he slept all night. Well, he woke up at 4 am for a cuddle and then went back to sleep until 8 am. Pretty good, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hoped that today would be better. I really need to clean. We have a party on Saturday. Except, Rome woke up like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SteTrvF45yI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/vnfgW8Hkq_Y/s1600-h/DSC04482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SteTrvF45yI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/vnfgW8Hkq_Y/s320/DSC04482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392941458384283426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SteTsT2f5xI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/R461Rp7hO5k/s1600-h/DSC04484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SteTsT2f5xI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/R461Rp7hO5k/s320/DSC04484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392941468251842322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor baby! I have no idea what happened to his eye, but it obviously hurts. He still doesn't feel very good, but at least he ate some breakfast and some lunch. He also, took a very good nap. I took him in his room and he pointed to his bed and he leayed down and went to sleep. Oh, thank you little boy! I really needed to get stuff done!&lt;br /&gt;Now, here comes the sweet part. I spent the whole morning and after lunch on the couch. Pillow, blankie, binky, baby, water and snack cup. Little sister was not very happy about this. So, with Rome laying on my shoulder and the sippy cup in my lap, she was kicking with all her might. I wished I could have gotten the video camera because I was giggling watching the cup just bump  and wiggle. I couldn't help but think how wonderfully sweet it was. Three cuddled up on the couch to watch Tigger and Pooh and Charlie and Lola. Rome actually watched them too. He kept pointing to the TV. I put his hand on my tummy, but he didn't care. He just wanted to hold my hand. It has been a tough week. I still have no idea why Rome is sick, but I need to remember the sweet parts too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-6026702917649934195?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/6026702917649934195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=6026702917649934195&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6026702917649934195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6026702917649934195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-moments.html' title='Sweet Moments'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SteTrvF45yI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/vnfgW8Hkq_Y/s72-c/DSC04482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-4229422846831738902</id><published>2009-10-08T10:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:03:30.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy lately. I have been ignoring my blog. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;I have been stuck on scrapbooking. I am done with 2008 up to July. Every single page. Wow! All those adorable baby pictures. So, I am trying to keep going. Plus, it is getting harder to get close to the table so I have to hurry!&lt;br /&gt;I am super excited for our Halloween party. It is next weekend. I have not heard from anybody if they are coming yet. I hope they do because it is going to be so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;I had the best trip to Wal-mart the other day. I got pajamas for our Christmas pictures, a very needed new bra (nursing even, bonus!), and 3 cute shirts that don't look like tents on me. Ahh, what a great day of shopping. Even though I got home too late and Rome didn't take a nap. Oh well, I will take what I can get.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Goodwill and got stuff for Josh's costume. We are pretty much set. I just need to make sure mine still fits. It fit last week. I hope it fits next week and the week after that. Oye, this baby belly.&lt;br /&gt;My friend keeps telling me that I have a little baby pooch and I don't want to hear it. But, I disagree. I actually don't mind showing. At least I look fairly normal still, just with a belly. With Rome I had already gained 20 lbs. I am starting to see it in my face, yuck. But, my maternity pants fit finally. Ahh, comfortable. And now I have a couple cute shirts to wear too. I am all ready to feel swollen and fat.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is a different story. It is really looking sketchy. It is also starting to get greasy all the time. Ugh, I hate that. I have already talked to my hair stylist about cutting it short to cut out the curl. (so sad!) But, I am worried about how short and what kind of style. I REALLY don't do hair. I have mastered the hair dryer, and I hate it. Me and the curling iron still don't get along. I just really hope I like it and it is easy. Otherwise I am certain to cry for our Christmas pictures. I would like to avoid that.&lt;br /&gt;I have already been crying for crazy reasons. My In-Laws are coming to visit and Josh told me that they are bringing dinner. Sounds good right? They usually do, just to be nice, and so I don't have to worry about cooking. No, this time I cried. I wanted to make dinner. I got over it, but not until after a good shower hide-and-cry. I know it will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this month is going to be so busy! We have my In-Laws this weekend. Our Halloween Party next weekend. Utah Football and Crazy Angela Party after that and then Football, Halloween, and Lacey Party after that. Whoo! It is lucky I have Christmas done. I am going to need a break after this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-4229422846831738902?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/4229422846831738902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=4229422846831738902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4229422846831738902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/4229422846831738902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-322191767567059155</id><published>2009-09-22T21:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:20:06.021-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Big Day Baby</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a BIG day at our house.&lt;br /&gt;Josh was really excited.&lt;br /&gt;I was a little apprehensive because I had planned a lot of activities.&lt;br /&gt;Rome was tired because he missed his nap.&lt;br /&gt;(If you want to skip to the news and pics at the bottom, I won't feel bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Dinner&lt;br /&gt;I made a delicious chicken, broccoli and bacon quiche. Well, it was Bisquick. I didn't think Josh would like it because it was QUICHE (how ferret-y) and it had vegetables in it. Yes, they were covered in bacon and cheese. Well, Rome hated it, but Josh loved it. He even ate it again for breakfast. I think that was the best dinner I have made it a while. I thought it was quite tasty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Dinner&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to take the dogs to the vet to get their shots. I missed my appointment on Monday because I made it for nap time. Why would I do that? Anyway, I was still working on dinner. So, Josh offered to take them for me. Ahhh! Thank you Honey! He said they were great and didn't even complain when they had to get shots. Good dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Except, Zeus has been puking since yesterday. Talk about Yuck. Thor will go outside or on the tile. Zeus just stays put and pukes everywhere. Poor sick doggy! But really gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap Time&lt;br /&gt;Josh stayed home with Rome who did not want to sleep. I put him down at 2 and he cried until Josh got him up again. He finally got him to sleep at 3 or 3:30. So, at least he got a little nap. I went to my second Physical Therapy appointment. It was with a different office this time. They said they will work with my insurance which is great because THEY are being difficult. I have called the insurance number so many times in the last few weeks that I almost know my account number by heart. This new office is the second PT office that I finally got out of them. They only gave me one choice (who I saw before) and she is too busy to fit me in. No good for physical therapy. Anywho, this new lady was so super great! She figured out what was wrong, gave me easy things to do and then adjusted me (which totally felt like a massage) so I feel completely better! Plus, she said if it helps and doesn't move again then I will only have to see her once or twice. Great, less to pay the insurance and I feel better. Well, I messed it up today, but I felt normal, with no pain, for a good 4 hours yesterday. I am so impressed and I currently love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch Time&lt;br /&gt;We got home really late. Rome was really hungry and cranky. I ate leftover homemade pizza. Rome picked at his meal. Go figure. He is starving, but not going to really eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning&lt;br /&gt;We got up, ate breakfast. I got to shower.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait! I missed something. Oh, yea, my doctor's appointment. It was supposed to be at 10:30 so we left at 10. We got there early and waited. The toys were not in the lobby. Rome was tired because 10 is usually nap time. And we waited some more. I got out my emergency fruit snacks and then after 45 minutes we got to go wait in a room. At least the toys were there. We finally got our turn for the ultrasound room. Rome was in meltdown mode and wanted Mommy. Not even a sucker could make him happy. He cried almost the whole time. I got to see all kinds of blurry baby stuff. Little one was not cooperating. We did get some pics, but not very good. Poor Josh had to hold a crying Rome. He pretty much missed the whole blurry awesome-ness of ultrasound-ing. We are all so excited for the new Baby Perotti! Here are the cool pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrqNxTOPT7I/AAAAAAAAD0I/T9McfT6csAA/s1600-h/DSC04441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrqNxTOPT7I/AAAAAAAAD0I/T9McfT6csAA/s320/DSC04441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384772182587953074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm the Big Brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrqNvgn2fdI/AAAAAAAADzo/yZJo1D2tSyU/s1600-h/sc0000a0ca01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrqNvgn2fdI/AAAAAAAADzo/yZJo1D2tSyU/s320/sc0000a0ca01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384772151825300946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm the Little Sister!&lt;br /&gt;The lines are in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrqNwx7eBqI/AAAAAAAAD0A/LiKE8Q8O5Hw/s1600-h/sc0000a0ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrqNwx7eBqI/AAAAAAAAD0A/LiKE8Q8O5Hw/s320/sc0000a0ca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384772173650855586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrqNwFNmq-I/AAAAAAAADzw/24s02O3e6Nc/s1600-h/sc0000b256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrqNwFNmq-I/AAAAAAAADzw/24s02O3e6Nc/s320/sc0000b256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384772161647324130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrqNwVNwhCI/AAAAAAAADz4/2dohW8Q0yxE/s1600-h/sc0000b25601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrqNwVNwhCI/AAAAAAAADz4/2dohW8Q0yxE/s320/sc0000b25601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384772165942936610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-322191767567059155?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/322191767567059155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=322191767567059155&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/322191767567059155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/322191767567059155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-day-baby.html' title='Big Day Baby'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrqNxTOPT7I/AAAAAAAAD0I/T9McfT6csAA/s72-c/DSC04441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-291922723065376998</id><published>2009-09-22T14:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:11:18.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coupons'/><title type='text'>Coupon Craziness</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have gotten into coupons. I always used them, but I didn't try very hard. Well, this lady in my ward has a coupon blog and updates the sales and coupons. It is pretty cool. I check her out and do my e-coupons and sometimes get free stuff. Way cool! Well last week I bought cereal with my coupons and I spent way too much money. Pooh. I am obviously not very good at this yet. When I went back and added it all up it wasn't too bad, at least for the cereal. I got 10 boxes of Kellogg's cereal and it would have been $37, but with my coupons (and $10 rebate I am waiting on) it was $17. Pretty darn good!&lt;br /&gt;This week, I was going to use what coupons were on sale. I usually only look at the City Market sales because I don't go to the other stores. For some reason, I read the other store sales and it is lucky that I did. Safeway had all of the stuff on sale that I had coupons for. Almost every one! Plus, some stuff I just needed was on sale for cheaper that at City Market. Super! I still spent too much money, but we do not need to buy cereal for a long, long time. Plus, I love their reciepts. It shows what their sale price was, what I saved from the savers card and what manf. coupons and e-coupons were on each product. They also doubled coupons automatically, great! So, easy for me to read and see my savings. I am glad I spent 2 hours online just trying to figure out my coupons and get all of the e-coupons and printables ready. I still spent $100 on groceries, but I saved $67. Pretty good for my first time at a new grocery store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-291922723065376998?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/291922723065376998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=291922723065376998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/291922723065376998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/291922723065376998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/09/coupon-craziness.html' title='Coupon Craziness'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-1221463802705628425</id><published>2009-09-18T16:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:15:05.291-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Yellowstone Again</title><content type='html'>We went up to Yellowstone to the cabin to see family and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQSDY-k_pI/AAAAAAAADyo/5MLF27abS2E/s1600-h/DSC04362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQSDY-k_pI/AAAAAAAADyo/5MLF27abS2E/s320/DSC04362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382947304068415122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with green yogurt in his hair. Somehow whenever we have to go somewhere he decides to make a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQSFV-sDuI/AAAAAAAADzI/i8Utqk1Gy8s/s1600-h/DSC04366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQSFV-sDuI/AAAAAAAADzI/i8Utqk1Gy8s/s320/DSC04366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382947337623310050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQTSC8KVzI/AAAAAAAADzY/S1jNlPhpoy4/s1600-h/DSC04375.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQTSC8KVzI/AAAAAAAADzY/S1jNlPhpoy4/s320/DSC04375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382948655362365234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rolled around with the puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQSDlOVPdI/AAAAAAAADyw/JEvaCK92FVA/s1600-h/DSC04368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQSDlOVPdI/AAAAAAAADyw/JEvaCK92FVA/s320/DSC04368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382947307355717074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQTShV069I/AAAAAAAADzg/yXxYAZjM6UA/s1600-h/DSC04372.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQTShV069I/AAAAAAAADzg/yXxYAZjM6UA/s320/DSC04372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382948663523077074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the bears. Rome loved them. He was having separation anxiety issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQTRp1_ZNI/AAAAAAAADzQ/m_nadnxsPAo/s1600-h/DSC04373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQTRp1_ZNI/AAAAAAAADzQ/m_nadnxsPAo/s320/DSC04373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382948648625595602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate s'mores, Yum! Barbara, I really didn't mean to take a weird pic of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQSEfrUT9I/AAAAAAAADy4/v-xOt3niX-M/s1600-h/DSC04386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQSEfrUT9I/AAAAAAAADy4/v-xOt3niX-M/s320/DSC04386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382947323046547410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a cool waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQSE8BKQoI/AAAAAAAADzA/svMmMaDMNVk/s1600-h/DSC04384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQSE8BKQoI/AAAAAAAADzA/svMmMaDMNVk/s320/DSC04384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382947330654356098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a fence, but this picture just freaks me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-1221463802705628425?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/1221463802705628425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=1221463802705628425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1221463802705628425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/1221463802705628425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/09/yellowstone-again.html' title='Yellowstone Again'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrQSDY-k_pI/AAAAAAAADyo/5MLF27abS2E/s72-c/DSC04362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-7755879165041781873</id><published>2009-09-18T12:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:23:08.470-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>What I Did Last Night</title><content type='html'>I was craving Molten Lava Cake, but I didn't have the stuff. Then, I thought of Boston Cream Pie and that sounded delicious too. But what do you do when you don't have 2 round cake pans, or cream or patience? You make do. I am good at that.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I came up with. Chocolate Fudge cake (from a mix) baked in a 13x9 pan and cut in half. I even did it right and put the slightly smaller half on top. Instant chocolate pudding for filling(yay for Kroger brand with no yellow!). Topped with half a tub of milk chocolate frosting(I found one kind that has no food coloring, yay!) I put an apple on the top with sprinkles to make it look pretty. Everything tastes better when it looks pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrPODXalMKI/AAAAAAAADyY/HuxkaAcO5Ic/s1600-h/DSC04428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrPODXalMKI/AAAAAAAADyY/HuxkaAcO5Ic/s320/DSC04428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382872536858308770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrPOD7k7noI/AAAAAAAADyg/okn7nFMYAd8/s1600-h/DSC04429.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrPOD7k7noI/AAAAAAAADyg/okn7nFMYAd8/s320/DSC04429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382872546565398146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks fabulous! It was tasty too! Mmm, chocolate cravings satisfied for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-7755879165041781873?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/7755879165041781873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=7755879165041781873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/7755879165041781873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/7755879165041781873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-did-last-night.html' title='What I Did Last Night'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrPODXalMKI/AAAAAAAADyY/HuxkaAcO5Ic/s72-c/DSC04428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-6155504772476075675</id><published>2009-09-17T11:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:46:30.567-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Food Mishaps</title><content type='html'>I wanted to make peach salsa out of these delicious *free* peaches because we didn't find any at the peach festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJyr5mAm6I/AAAAAAAADyI/IdiaXiavdO0/s1600-h/DSC04394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJyr5mAm6I/AAAAAAAADyI/IdiaXiavdO0/s320/DSC04394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382490603181349794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we did but it was just regular salsa. Boring. Anyway there is this guy down the street with 3 peach trees filled with fruit that he doesn't want. So, we asked and he said we could pick them. Cool, free peaches! They are good too! Anyway, I found a bunch of recipes on the internet for peach salsa, but I didn't know if they were good or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJysjYzK-I/AAAAAAAADyQ/alftIhD6mkQ/s1600-h/DSC04395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJysjYzK-I/AAAAAAAADyQ/alftIhD6mkQ/s320/DSC04395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382490614400232418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got all ready and was going to try a few of them. First one...Gross! Tasted like eating green peppers. Second one...tasted too sweet with tomatoes and peaches. So, I gave up and made chunky peach jam. I gave it away and only kept a little for me. Oops! It was good too! So much for peach salsa.&lt;br /&gt;Next...&lt;br /&gt;Ever tried to make bread out of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJyp9MkXeI/AAAAAAAADxw/GTBmZekO8cI/s1600-h/DSC04349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJyp9MkXeI/AAAAAAAADxw/GTBmZekO8cI/s320/DSC04349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382490569788644834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJyqr-6quI/AAAAAAAADx4/7A7bmvXiMMg/s1600-h/DSC04351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJyqr-6quI/AAAAAAAADx4/7A7bmvXiMMg/s320/DSC04351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382490582347852514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had it before and it was good and it is supposed to be really easy. Well, I tried it out and this is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJyrDJbeSI/AAAAAAAADyA/7wHX6QwD-aE/s1600-h/DSC04350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJyrDJbeSI/AAAAAAAADyA/7wHX6QwD-aE/s320/DSC04350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382490588565960994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks tasty right? Wrong! It was so nasty! I thought the whatever in the beer was supposed to make the bread all nice and moist and yummy. Umm, no. It was very dry and crumbly and bitter. Yuck. I would definitely not do this again. Next time I will just throw the stuff away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-6155504772476075675?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/6155504772476075675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=6155504772476075675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6155504772476075675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6155504772476075675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/09/food-mishaps.html' title='Food Mishaps'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJyr5mAm6I/AAAAAAAADyI/IdiaXiavdO0/s72-c/DSC04394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-3629539549688178006</id><published>2009-09-17T10:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:27:02.389-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>August...Where did you go?</title><content type='html'>Stuff we did...Yes its late. I have been scrapbooking like crazy lately and ignoring my blog. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJrTuVYkNI/AAAAAAAADwY/xqz7QngRjZs/s1600-h/DSC04361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJrTuVYkNI/AAAAAAAADwY/xqz7QngRjZs/s320/DSC04361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382482491260571858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Josh's Birthday. Happy 29!&lt;br /&gt;I made him an ice cream cake (which he doesn't like). Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJrTOppyzI/AAAAAAAADwQ/3RTc0LShPLs/s1600-h/DSC04356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJrTOppyzI/AAAAAAAADwQ/3RTc0LShPLs/s320/DSC04356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382482482755652402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove a boat. So Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJrSy2S7FI/AAAAAAAADwI/byHi3WJprko/s1600-h/DSC04344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJrSy2S7FI/AAAAAAAADwI/byHi3WJprko/s320/DSC04344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382482475292486738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate some sweet corn. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJxByVxbMI/AAAAAAAADxo/KBq4LbLwZNw/s1600-h/DSC04347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJxByVxbMI/AAAAAAAADxo/KBq4LbLwZNw/s320/DSC04347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382488780168064194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove a walker. Vroom! Vroom! This kid really needs a car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJrUEwtoXI/AAAAAAAADwg/5iGeS1Fu-nA/s1600-h/DSC04390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJrUEwtoXI/AAAAAAAADwg/5iGeS1Fu-nA/s320/DSC04390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382482497280778610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to our 10 year Reunion. This is the only picture I took. I was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJrU3cZx1I/AAAAAAAADwo/512MHnlHVr0/s1600-h/DSC04399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJrU3cZx1I/AAAAAAAADwo/512MHnlHVr0/s320/DSC04399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382482510885799762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned how to eat crayons, I mean color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJtMWCQBoI/AAAAAAAADxQ/1D6CEYWSWA4/s1600-h/DSC04393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJtMWCQBoI/AAAAAAAADxQ/1D6CEYWSWA4/s320/DSC04393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382484563502040706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my shoes. I left one at Grandma's and misplaced the other. I wore this special pair for a week until we found it hidden in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJtKHk-KDI/AAAAAAAADww/wSh8xZ9k6Lg/s1600-h/DSC04404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJtKHk-KDI/AAAAAAAADww/wSh8xZ9k6Lg/s320/DSC04404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382484525261400114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that little belly. I think that I was too lazy and have no stomach muscles anymore and so that is why it is poking out so early. It probably helps my back to hurt too. Dang, you can't ever just be lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJtKqNBRrI/AAAAAAAADw4/iBc0LrTrYjg/s1600-h/DSC04412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJtKqNBRrI/AAAAAAAADw4/iBc0LrTrYjg/s320/DSC04412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382484534556182194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped a Thor eat dog food. He just loves that dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJtLdG0NAI/AAAAAAAADxA/ArXRFHVwyJk/s1600-h/DSC04414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJtLdG0NAI/AAAAAAAADxA/ArXRFHVwyJk/s320/DSC04414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382484548220367874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a new ride...in the mega blocks. Comfy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJuHONMgqI/AAAAAAAADxg/w92FDuYCsH8/s1600-h/DSC04409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJuHONMgqI/AAAAAAAADxg/w92FDuYCsH8/s320/DSC04409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382485575012745890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those baby curls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJtL2VJw_I/AAAAAAAADxI/jyXDtVsUSGE/s1600-h/DSC04418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJtL2VJw_I/AAAAAAAADxI/jyXDtVsUSGE/s320/DSC04418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382484554991387634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my first haircut. Awww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJuGh6dpKI/AAAAAAAADxY/ry7Uvx7TyrI/s1600-h/DSC04420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJuGh6dpKI/AAAAAAAADxY/ry7Uvx7TyrI/s320/DSC04420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382485563123016866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so grown up now! My baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-3629539549688178006?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/3629539549688178006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=3629539549688178006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3629539549688178006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/3629539549688178006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/09/augustwhere-did-you-go.html' title='August...Where did you go?'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SrJrTuVYkNI/AAAAAAAADwY/xqz7QngRjZs/s72-c/DSC04361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-6968445123480451663</id><published>2009-09-09T10:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:24:20.049-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SqfWIWwcScI/AAAAAAAADwA/mSjYIhNQMZU/s1600-h/belly"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SqfWIWwcScI/AAAAAAAADwA/mSjYIhNQMZU/s320/belly" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379503718953404866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I am so there. Lumpy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-6968445123480451663?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/6968445123480451663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=6968445123480451663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6968445123480451663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6968445123480451663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SqfWIWwcScI/AAAAAAAADwA/mSjYIhNQMZU/s72-c/belly' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-6585717864742151928</id><published>2009-09-05T12:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:14:23.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's New Toy</title><content type='html'>We have done lots of fun things, but this week we went up to Utah so Josh could see the Utes play football. I got to hang out with Lacey at the Mall. A REAL one with two stories and tons of stores. It was fun! Also, I got this new toy. I traded in my old stroller that was wobbly (um, thanks Grandpa) and got this cool new one. It is supposed to be for Christmas, but I don't have the other one, so I HAD to open it. Right? Anyway, it is so neat. It has two seats and when Rome doesn't want to ride anymore, I can take off the back seat and it turns into a sit and stand stroller. So Cool! Josh doesn't agree, but what does he know about carrying around two kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SqKo4UM8MtI/AAAAAAAADv4/qBUkwT4-FSw/s1600-h/DSC04422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SqKo4UM8MtI/AAAAAAAADv4/qBUkwT4-FSw/s320/DSC04422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378046590482920146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SqKo3npjRNI/AAAAAAAADvw/uYgJv1anj0M/s1600-h/DSC04421.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SqKo3npjRNI/AAAAAAAADvw/uYgJv1anj0M/s1600-h/DSC04421.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SqKo3npjRNI/AAAAAAAADvw/uYgJv1anj0M/s320/DSC04421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378046578523325650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome really likes playing with the wheels when it is folded. Fun for everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-6585717864742151928?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/6585717864742151928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=6585717864742151928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6585717864742151928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/6585717864742151928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/09/mamas-new-toy.html' title='Mama&apos;s New Toy'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SqKo4UM8MtI/AAAAAAAADv4/qBUkwT4-FSw/s72-c/DSC04422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-579384588510537863</id><published>2009-09-01T10:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:32:56.681-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mind Junk</title><content type='html'>Thoughts roaming my brain lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to do this post, but I have about 20 that I have wanted to do but skipped because the pics are still on my camera and I don't want to work to get them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to just sit and scrapbook for hours and hours. I have the pictures, I have the paper, I can still reach the table, I can even find a couple of hours at night to just sit there. If only my back would cooperate and not kill me after doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also doesn't like it when I wash dishes or stand in the kitchen for too long cooking, or going on walks or picking up the house or playing with Rome or sometimes sleeping. I am currently not friends with my lower back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a physical therapy appointment for it next week sometime. I am really hoping it helps a little. Or maybe I can find a Yoga class and that might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is waaay too early for this kind of PAIN. I am not even half way yet. It is the messing with my sleep that gets me. I should be able to sleep right now. That part comes later. LATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to complain about being pregnant. Pregnancy is not nice to me. I am happy and excited for my big ultrasound and for the baby to come in February. I am just having a hard time finding it right now. I am trying not to be grumpy when I feel tired and grumpy. Isn't it weird how you can BE happy and not FEEL happy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently trying to change Romes naps. He sleeps way to long in the morning and none in the afternoon. So, he has been going to bed later at night which sometimes works to have him sleep in, take a short nap in the morning and a long one in the afternoon. Or else he still gets up early, takes an hour nap in the morning, none in the afternoon and is cranky all day! We will keep working on it, but every day I think:  Should I lay him down? Should I keep him up? Should I wake him early? Will he sleep later? Can I handle him this tired? Do I have an activity to distract him? If I give him fruit snacks will he stay awake? Crazy stuff, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome has become a picky eater. I know it is the age, but I just don't know what to feed the kid. Some days he will eat cheese and cheerios and bread and others he won't eat anything. Milk, the kid loves milk. I try not to worry about it because at least he drank some milk. Mealtimes have become frustrating again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to sit at the big table. I don't like this idea yet. He mostly plays when he eats and I like him to play with his food in his high chair. I don't need food all over the table. Better to have it on the floor where the dogs can clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of floors, mine are disgusting. I want to sweep and vacuum, but mopping is way beyond me. Therefore, the floors are disgusting. I feel better knowing Rome is not crawling on them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our house off the market. Josh's company is going really slow. We hope it picks back up next April and maybe we can try again. At least I don't have to keep everything super clean anymore. Lucky, because it wasn't staying that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I should go call people or wake up Rome or clean something. Yea, maybe later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299533030670384579-579384588510537863?l=joshandjocie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/feeds/579384588510537863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299533030670384579&amp;postID=579384588510537863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/579384588510537863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299533030670384579/posts/default/579384588510537863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshandjocie.blogspot.com/2009/09/mind-junk.html' title='Mind Junk'/><author><name>Jocie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02387647240998134775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/S8yvjf5XC_I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5qF4NR1A5lw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299533030670384579.post-2312132297423313315</id><published>2009-08-17T10:06:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:29:27.735-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Birthday...Late</title><content type='html'>Okay it is only 3 months late, but who's counting?&lt;br /&gt;Rome had such a fun Birthday Party! I can't say that I planned very well or even at all, but it turned out all right and we survived the laid back, relaxed and intimate party. Alexa was gracious enough to let us have the party at her gorgeous house. The problem was that I didn't invite enough people for her huge house and I bought tons of food. It became a very small party, but oh well. I am not very good at big parties anyway. Oh and the time mix up. I wrote on the invites that it started at 12 and I thought it started at 1. So, I was surprised when people showed up so early, I mean "on time." I told Alexa 1 also, so she wasn't even home or ready. Oops! Sorry! Nothing was really ready and I didn't know where to put anything. I just kind of answered the door and ushered people downstairs. It was great when we got in the pool. Their pool is so much fun! It has a wading area that was perfect to just hang out and sit or put your feet in. So nice! We had cake and ice cream and Rome loved it! He dug right in and ate the whole thing. Good job Buddy! We got a great video of it and Cousin E sticking her finger in the cake 3 times. Stinker. Then, we opened presents and Rome could not have cared less. What can you expect from a  one year old. He wanted to play with the rocks. Clothes are no fun, but bubble makers are.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the whole event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SomDp_U6FkI/AAAAAAAADvA/2elL9DdR-JA/s1600-h/DSC03995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SomDp_U6FkI/AAAAAAAADvA/2elL9DdR-JA/s320/DSC03995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370968788013028930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SomDqkFgaJI/AAAAAAAADvI/MjNQiNtKAoU/s1600-h/DSC04008.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;My Cute Outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SomDqkFgaJI/AAAAAAAADvI/MjNQiNtKAoU/s1600-h/DSC04008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SomDqkFgaJI/AAAAAAAADvI/MjNQiNtKAoU/s320/DSC04008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370968797880543378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the Partiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Es7yeLKk_c4/SomDsXB-rtI/AA
