tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822097354819752702024-03-12T20:12:46.032-07:00The Stoner BuzzWe're High on LIFEJessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-28075401128715266832010-06-01T20:21:00.000-07:002010-06-01T21:13:03.637-07:00The Exciting and The TerrifyingPublic toilets are always a mildly scary thing for me. Germs, smells, potential lack of necessary equipment, etc. Japan has taken my feelings about public toilets to a whole new level. From the bizarre, to the "wow, this is awesome", to the "I pray I never have to use that ever in my life".<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Somehow, I have managed to avoid using the infamous "squatty potty"... it terrifies me.<br />The thing I find strange is that a lot of Japanese seem to prefer this, I'm sure it is what they are used to, but I've had to have Rylan and Beckam use these, and they are way dirtier and smellier. Any guess why? I'm not even sure how I would manage this without stripping everything off.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7hRqx8YcY5NcZ2Wu4GV108-s0_z4Z3V6WPVwLPAGbyuwrDi4qOVZla-71cgKqeaS-P8mUL4OKL4nJEqLsEkMeeouKhccLd2SZF9tUGaJs71o5bavO0pS2Z1HSB1oJSLouyrxfYHXFBM/s1600/3890.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7hRqx8YcY5NcZ2Wu4GV108-s0_z4Z3V6WPVwLPAGbyuwrDi4qOVZla-71cgKqeaS-P8mUL4OKL4nJEqLsEkMeeouKhccLd2SZF9tUGaJs71o5bavO0pS2Z1HSB1oJSLouyrxfYHXFBM/s400/3890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478018792299747026" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here is fairly typical "Western-style" toilet. (heaven bless the person who introduced Western-style to Japan!) None of the buttons on the handle are for flushing. Good luck figuring out what they <span style="font-style: italic;">are</span> for :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1NLPM7kxYaxdgeFWfGt0MtFlY-QXcA5k82Srbx544KLnNbSVbkUm23nfeUvM7-e9IiThyphenhyphen9qpLRQZ0jywVbzORmKJxpq1hTS_3QTXwZN_lD6-jn162hCooak5BvpEkpFGsS1KWb5quHo8/s1600/3927.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1NLPM7kxYaxdgeFWfGt0MtFlY-QXcA5k82Srbx544KLnNbSVbkUm23nfeUvM7-e9IiThyphenhyphen9qpLRQZ0jywVbzORmKJxpq1hTS_3QTXwZN_lD6-jn162hCooak5BvpEkpFGsS1KWb5quHo8/s400/3927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478013701885885234" border="0" /></a><br />Directions on how to use a Western style toilet...no standing on it, or sitting backward<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1V-6gqW9gsdTSgB2ANM-TTZIQNPNgJ1lJIRdo2RwEs2T7Zq32diGop0ur48s6ZU_3lm9x0BAsUr9llHIh8Zdmkc4DQ445Xbs5bQswN3x72AU0RYpiR6Dz4hJ87DifxV08pyZNDViKrJw/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1V-6gqW9gsdTSgB2ANM-TTZIQNPNgJ1lJIRdo2RwEs2T7Zq32diGop0ur48s6ZU_3lm9x0BAsUr9llHIh8Zdmkc4DQ445Xbs5bQswN3x72AU0RYpiR6Dz4hJ87DifxV08pyZNDViKrJw/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478012995651157954" border="0" /></a><br />Directions on how to use all the buttons on the handle<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbuk7iUivaYaJCZVbf9RZ28N-1X7KOAPef9ntdSXws8ddgxFWrL03Tr_qM_ehD4QfLuwZTfq0LBRpE0cSh_SkLQBcap5xn6hFT47N6se8xhvgm9wZJB6w7DifgSWVZR5thZtYSiqHlEI/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbuk7iUivaYaJCZVbf9RZ28N-1X7KOAPef9ntdSXws8ddgxFWrL03Tr_qM_ehD4QfLuwZTfq0LBRpE0cSh_SkLQBcap5xn6hFT47N6se8xhvgm9wZJB6w7DifgSWVZR5thZtYSiqHlEI/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478012638499534962" border="0" /></a><br />Here is a close up of some of the options you might have while using one of the high-tech toilets. Two different sprays for different areas, increase or decrease the water pressure, you can have the toilet make a flushing sound, you can also increase or decrease the volume on the flushing sound, "powerful deodorizer", clean the nozzle's of the sprayers, and my personal favorite the heated seat option. We stayed in a cabin last weekend, it was freezing, and I said a little prayer of gratitude every time I sat down on the toilet. Ingenious. I will be bringing one home. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaINDRZhQSQ8HQiUOvlVeBTVlKwM-uBtr1vUSjWAnRZ2M5N_73LO6ztUlfDR1_cch8qKy2H6SKkzs2exQwFPgFIJ0y4peykMX_p9q6D-8R2o3q5yROtNPfUBb7ZP3is0XmV10_qEWJmmE/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaINDRZhQSQ8HQiUOvlVeBTVlKwM-uBtr1vUSjWAnRZ2M5N_73LO6ztUlfDR1_cch8qKy2H6SKkzs2exQwFPgFIJ0y4peykMX_p9q6D-8R2o3q5yROtNPfUBb7ZP3is0XmV10_qEWJmmE/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478012424236191826" border="0" /></a>There are even more high-tech toilets out there that I have yet to encounter. I think some greet you, some automatically lift and lower the lid. My friend's toilet has a sink above the tank so the clean water you use to wash your hands get's recycled to flush the toilet! How very green of them :) <br />Even though we don't really feel like tourists anymore, the simplest of activities are still mini-adventures :)<br /></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-59825826862058188132010-05-18T00:08:00.000-07:002010-05-18T02:48:50.536-07:00Surprise...We're Alive!!!<div><div>I think it is rather appropriate that after a 6 month or so hiatus, my first blog back is about food. My life revolves around it. With so much that has happened to us and for us since we've moved to Japan the thought of blogging has been overwhelming, so I figured I would start small.<div><br /></div><div>Is ice cream universally delicious??? Most treats in Japan have been...well, different. Does red bean curd sound tempting? It's not bad, (unless you expect it to be chocolate, since they are the same color, and bite into a treat expecting chocolately goodness, only to have the bland taste of red bean curd, then it's disgusting) but that's it for me, sweets have typically been "not bad". (that does exclude chocolate, their chocolate is yummy) Then we tried their ice cream. Delish. And not just delicious, but their ice cream is in line with many things Japanese, innovative.</div><div><br /></div><div>What's the best part about an ice cream cone? The end of the cone, the part, the last bite where the cone is soft and full of creamy ice cream. Now imagine a product that is entirely the end of the cone...yes, not only is it possible, but it's here and readily available:</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-94hizq-_or6YRO1E-lbAu9hVf0v4UIK947r6bW-uehtj-YWpL96GGGa0dPhsjaGMrqDqibzNi9U67tSpwgIB4GcEAjPLfPOeBMVWuku8aSHkP_ffRLe78NgW_56wLRqYduNidAlaHo/s1600/007.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-94hizq-_or6YRO1E-lbAu9hVf0v4UIK947r6bW-uehtj-YWpL96GGGa0dPhsjaGMrqDqibzNi9U67tSpwgIB4GcEAjPLfPOeBMVWuku8aSHkP_ffRLe78NgW_56wLRqYduNidAlaHo/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472532653989533074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWinDZmTK9v6nGGXpr9Jg466PsbdUFqwUk-Z_hkLY3A7obyT_DkGddqO2Fp0DRXG6k5ZY8dLoPfnyY0zvJkvhIM2d4A8AjUlVLiEVQj1RaQxLx1AsYQlRm9tbRTNNFCQIHTisg34fjiVI/s1600/005.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWinDZmTK9v6nGGXpr9Jg466PsbdUFqwUk-Z_hkLY3A7obyT_DkGddqO2Fp0DRXG6k5ZY8dLoPfnyY0zvJkvhIM2d4A8AjUlVLiEVQj1RaQxLx1AsYQlRm9tbRTNNFCQIHTisg34fjiVI/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472532131802794450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Y6J9wlz1uOvNSyeUusTcCDbOip1aFFzMLlOhyWcRClH6exec56hpnptBeEDrQNNRJgaAayy4yL3tF9jzQttO7Vji2gIHQus7MykErmKQx5C9RikSU1A8BdUsZr9wWaVidV8lymsGaGo/s1600/002.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Y6J9wlz1uOvNSyeUusTcCDbOip1aFFzMLlOhyWcRClH6exec56hpnptBeEDrQNNRJgaAayy4yL3tF9jzQttO7Vji2gIHQus7MykErmKQx5C9RikSU1A8BdUsZr9wWaVidV8lymsGaGo/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472528090527704114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a>Not only is is delicious, but it avoids the typically huge mess we have when our boys eat ice cream. Who could ask for anything more?<div><br /></div><div>Also, for anyone who is crazy enough to hate cones, they have an awesome way of delivering that option as well:</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhGNlI1hOtV1dT4ogwjsVZqwlXBJDaO02gwB1pvn5E3wJdOnc46vxNLcrYuCGm-Oxevx-qzuESoPqgIT_R9mvTyAvB_x9hNyer1_3MOZAtYbVTife6WLD5bXGr58gA_PtRQg_DFV69L0/s1600/20090511coolish.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhGNlI1hOtV1dT4ogwjsVZqwlXBJDaO02gwB1pvn5E3wJdOnc46vxNLcrYuCGm-Oxevx-qzuESoPqgIT_R9mvTyAvB_x9hNyer1_3MOZAtYbVTife6WLD5bXGr58gA_PtRQg_DFV69L0/s400/20090511coolish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472539310096575314" /></a>It's like a single serving of soft-serve ice cream. Just pop the top off and squeeze it right into your mouth...<div><br /></div><div>Both options are in grocery stores or vending machines all over Japan! (are they not ingenious???) There are many things I often wonder why we haven't adopted them in the US and vice versa. We have been enjoying our adventure in this exotic country, hopefully I'll be better about sharing those adventures from now on...we'll see :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2NHNoINkRuxg-rYh3iBU2gHDYyos7kW75FADJYWEKPMJs3aHZX6MtPyz9SNMoO_8Vungz6-Ap-o-eBexQFxc9Jjhn64pCIPBEtNDjNPbBwXQMffyW-HKZjcnunZuU8CwklPWfPYKfo2w/s1600/Ice_cream_vending_machine_in_Japan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2NHNoINkRuxg-rYh3iBU2gHDYyos7kW75FADJYWEKPMJs3aHZX6MtPyz9SNMoO_8Vungz6-Ap-o-eBexQFxc9Jjhn64pCIPBEtNDjNPbBwXQMffyW-HKZjcnunZuU8CwklPWfPYKfo2w/s400/Ice_cream_vending_machine_in_Japan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472538960616829346" /></a><br /><div><br /></div></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-41857104079340433892009-11-04T14:36:00.000-08:002009-11-04T15:07:01.841-08:00My Twins<div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;color:black;">The boys just turned four! Time has flown, and we've loved every minute. The other night I said "Goodnight Boys" when I was putting Canon to sleep and teared up a little that my twins were no longer babies. It's been so fun to watch them grow up. They are a lot alike but definitely individuals with their own personalities.</span></span></p></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8A8K1quIcRzuWwVlaBrz-bwHnz5A_-hee4lI7-TuTlYy_ZoGgrV6mH12ZEwJ3xVoGf6dUxqMgH-UrhPx1VNQJcN1tugNuTc5GfLtT5ouNXt4ZnhGwKK3OXUDXvruFAABPc5iF23AKdM/s1600-h/Nov+6+2005+002.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8A8K1quIcRzuWwVlaBrz-bwHnz5A_-hee4lI7-TuTlYy_ZoGgrV6mH12ZEwJ3xVoGf6dUxqMgH-UrhPx1VNQJcN1tugNuTc5GfLtT5ouNXt4ZnhGwKK3OXUDXvruFAABPc5iF23AKdM/s400/Nov+6+2005+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400386669255331378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black">Rylan: Baby "B". Mr. Rambunctious. He is a mover and shaker, always has been, even in the womb Rylan was constantly moving. He is fun-loving, hates being the center of attention, but loves to be around people. He never walks normally, he's either skipping, shuffling, jumping, zig-zagging, running or walking on his tip-toes (I'm serious). Loves Lightening McQueen, the color red, apples and bananas (he thanks Heavenly Father every night for apples and bananas :).</span></span></p></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5A0kRbXWxi3tATcHQm3t8NTxI1PTVsiA0aW8VgZ0vIE4HTMy5fK_5OLzbzkYJ-3RmvqMcEC0md1eOwnhsSmCq0H0DJqGNmqUvytPR5oBXgktOCtM6R56eFdBO_8jNEx98k8aEYoPJeY/s1600-h/Beckam+%26+Rylan+(38).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5A0kRbXWxi3tATcHQm3t8NTxI1PTVsiA0aW8VgZ0vIE4HTMy5fK_5OLzbzkYJ-3RmvqMcEC0md1eOwnhsSmCq0H0DJqGNmqUvytPR5oBXgktOCtM6R56eFdBO_8jNEx98k8aEYoPJeY/s400/Beckam+%26+Rylan+(38).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400386100013426722" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5M0UGuhdZT3kLExbwNaxyXrSipiUA9FWNTCJUMcdml0KlhC9iGKB_na-wqToyC5hj83o_Hvps9coHrPZJAvqshyocU7COBoRzDb-DWc5Fk15nin58GvfOHnYB38lV1eGSaqJxhfz1Mt0/s1600-h/Nov.+21,+2006+018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5M0UGuhdZT3kLExbwNaxyXrSipiUA9FWNTCJUMcdml0KlhC9iGKB_na-wqToyC5hj83o_Hvps9coHrPZJAvqshyocU7COBoRzDb-DWc5Fk15nin58GvfOHnYB38lV1eGSaqJxhfz1Mt0/s400/Nov.+21,+2006+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400385934914831314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSFQaHQVTsoVK6LhqCKDFNosRYjnw8T7M1SGni9Y2MF2Vmoa5D5pWYDoXWIsCdxtscu1En-hpNTV_OdmnEQBDmjs1NGCIUDk5jL2NPq6xxfTWd1ZRhtsejKsaE9wjOAHFPBxREqTkAUA/s1600-h/705.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSFQaHQVTsoVK6LhqCKDFNosRYjnw8T7M1SGni9Y2MF2Vmoa5D5pWYDoXWIsCdxtscu1En-hpNTV_OdmnEQBDmjs1NGCIUDk5jL2NPq6xxfTWd1ZRhtsejKsaE9wjOAHFPBxREqTkAUA/s400/705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400385740403445650" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUfzrnJeLJlqBYHTAAkfh4fs6_9X0vBrmIqZjE01zuWjJ9lk200yTNjpDV-QEF9xUb7eaKMuglzSiRY0z64MQcbDiJBjUM0CG5Mh4MV-9WWYDZzAT8IW6jdLpkNmHETIVaXYMC2-RXZA/s1600-h/3380.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUfzrnJeLJlqBYHTAAkfh4fs6_9X0vBrmIqZjE01zuWjJ9lk200yTNjpDV-QEF9xUb7eaKMuglzSiRY0z64MQcbDiJBjUM0CG5Mh4MV-9WWYDZzAT8IW6jdLpkNmHETIVaXYMC2-RXZA/s400/3380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400385353372341762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRJw3cKgN5tpJssuwxFUkKo8Yi9nE9DuyWTVUEPHLhRg-M8W_a_aIacszJHeHV3ZOG11JF3KvXAkNk2G4LhW4vqiHwLxolY0mjiPCTK6UZg1Skghb7HEutmJFkZhJQdqspb3HeqvKnyM/s1600-h/005.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRJw3cKgN5tpJssuwxFUkKo8Yi9nE9DuyWTVUEPHLhRg-M8W_a_aIacszJHeHV3ZOG11JF3KvXAkNk2G4LhW4vqiHwLxolY0mjiPCTK6UZg1Skghb7HEutmJFkZhJQdqspb3HeqvKnyM/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400384984472917842" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;color:black;">Beckam<b>:</b> Baby "A". He is Mr. Outgoing. He doesn't seem to care what others think. He's not a follower, he will do his own thing if he isn't into what his friends are doing. He enjoys his alone time. When he sings it sounds more like Mike Myers poetry from "So I Married an axe Murderer" (listening to him is one of my all-time favorite things). He loves Batman, the color blue, and cold cereal. Today he came up and hugged me, then told me quietly that he wants to live with me forever. I almost died. :)</span></span></p></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpA8yePQB0rUlMFp9yTRtHumrXJr-gDr_fZGoO_Uf6TKRNHW55WehxxbX92I8UGYtDGG3KHO-dWJAXPeHKmuPHkz4hxuXxAp4LpD66KOW9fWWD02-ZwKlxG-qbjZnoHFRFGQ-bSzxWYHw/s1600-h/Beckam+%26+Rylan+(25).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpA8yePQB0rUlMFp9yTRtHumrXJr-gDr_fZGoO_Uf6TKRNHW55WehxxbX92I8UGYtDGG3KHO-dWJAXPeHKmuPHkz4hxuXxAp4LpD66KOW9fWWD02-ZwKlxG-qbjZnoHFRFGQ-bSzxWYHw/s400/Beckam+%26+Rylan+(25).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400384536276691186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZdDGlMfk4-jOfHe5tRVKwPmliVg-4jG9VoewlSAXPiE2Fo3xlsNq66KMzimBDpC35P5abiFTimuDeoNEenuurkbxzZsUSmZFOLDqJh1iExiz2H53jG3PucriCaKr_EtStPdFEPAwoK3E/s1600-h/SPACKMANS+009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZdDGlMfk4-jOfHe5tRVKwPmliVg-4jG9VoewlSAXPiE2Fo3xlsNq66KMzimBDpC35P5abiFTimuDeoNEenuurkbxzZsUSmZFOLDqJh1iExiz2H53jG3PucriCaKr_EtStPdFEPAwoK3E/s400/SPACKMANS+009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400384366104051906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9lAWDDChyphenhyphenWmmn6L61ivNhgGxaIiek5m2weu2iKalWhtB3GAjckkjwvwvEqnPabznO2eoUGGG_3b7qDdz8-rCT2qPUeLQiJrofZVm0Ojw3oTsY0a2ERCefG4JefEC3kqlR8iQDebLxsQ/s1600-h/558.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9lAWDDChyphenhyphenWmmn6L61ivNhgGxaIiek5m2weu2iKalWhtB3GAjckkjwvwvEqnPabznO2eoUGGG_3b7qDdz8-rCT2qPUeLQiJrofZVm0Ojw3oTsY0a2ERCefG4JefEC3kqlR8iQDebLxsQ/s400/558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400383905021143858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz79pyOjR95bp6nua4rtUOjjW8vIckGGNu-TgsdgtpeVL5Zn-L6jKIupdP99LtGH_Z2zl1XCOZ02o0m03qZdOpESjo7_rq39-hkFhE92kMCuye2i6Ing7TH_TSLw6cnRSrtV3sqdPASWI/s1600-h/CIMG3726.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz79pyOjR95bp6nua4rtUOjjW8vIckGGNu-TgsdgtpeVL5Zn-L6jKIupdP99LtGH_Z2zl1XCOZ02o0m03qZdOpESjo7_rq39-hkFhE92kMCuye2i6Ing7TH_TSLw6cnRSrtV3sqdPASWI/s400/CIMG3726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400382795556360034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNAmnIFGMlTH8bQAgVwjKCNJdCOgPgJwWOr_YZNaRqFwA_dIEgJANrMDrsOE3G4kYojX6ItkhTqvVGwis9PbuH9vhj1D5Gf9jAU7CNg7lUdtHkYApVJKv5zdo8SRcljVkqD3m0k-7bZKQ/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNAmnIFGMlTH8bQAgVwjKCNJdCOgPgJwWOr_YZNaRqFwA_dIEgJANrMDrsOE3G4kYojX6ItkhTqvVGwis9PbuH9vhj1D5Gf9jAU7CNg7lUdtHkYApVJKv5zdo8SRcljVkqD3m0k-7bZKQ/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400382137602357010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiep769SBV1IQFfpuBYLkgmE7qxpQ9_kuAedYUVrcXbZNUjIG0R75Pg-R1pRWOs4oBa5nQD88CxuV3IDvYnznNdBqJWAQ-lDn0DUv96WyEPoElv7QFeaA92yYRFuvvr57C0X4hJlJFYj3Q/s1600-h/084.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiep769SBV1IQFfpuBYLkgmE7qxpQ9_kuAedYUVrcXbZNUjIG0R75Pg-R1pRWOs4oBa5nQD88CxuV3IDvYnznNdBqJWAQ-lDn0DUv96WyEPoElv7QFeaA92yYRFuvvr57C0X4hJlJFYj3Q/s400/084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400381640137447570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They are both awesome big brothers, and Canon lights up when they are around. Life is so much fun with these two. Happy Birthday to my twins, I love you!</div></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-18312091795063546462009-09-27T16:32:00.001-07:002009-09-27T16:39:32.690-07:006 Months<div align="center">All right, so he'll be 7 months next week, at least we took his 6 month pictures when he was still technically 6 months! Is there anything as wonderful as a naked baby?</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMDCqYfYLlZ6hAccAet4UdhHiUwH_ZLQaroP-_yyOxGqabReh30kCwUPMhKF9fm1llH2h7Pbd_aYPvHckHaa01za_9VAlHecT1cs9zMpPEkHEM1fLmLovLI8XxTohNXiFdVphUXc9idE/s1600-h/4059bwo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386295319360777634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMDCqYfYLlZ6hAccAet4UdhHiUwH_ZLQaroP-_yyOxGqabReh30kCwUPMhKF9fm1llH2h7Pbd_aYPvHckHaa01za_9VAlHecT1cs9zMpPEkHEM1fLmLovLI8XxTohNXiFdVphUXc9idE/s400/4059bwo.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbGNel6h9SIlUjmNsA9sZXnlIZQslQrumtm5yv7dPhrJ-Nl9y1wyVqEtPm5A36DVRreWcQHMC3k88jEs07xVKoXRkt03w50Jv2ea2FpuU7a0Xg1sLBO6ZifUcLP6-6SAsKkSPlQWVBqU8/s1600-h/4113bwo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386295153579486898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbGNel6h9SIlUjmNsA9sZXnlIZQslQrumtm5yv7dPhrJ-Nl9y1wyVqEtPm5A36DVRreWcQHMC3k88jEs07xVKoXRkt03w50Jv2ea2FpuU7a0Xg1sLBO6ZifUcLP6-6SAsKkSPlQWVBqU8/s400/4113bwo.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0bPbbD3sEUwfO86PzUFXhka2caNo0Rx-egsP-3tihoXC2hDGYMVgsML3ajVsPFDl63qSMa26_BrZu3zG9ODz1dwhtHH71hFTCIlU8MoE3nrTSL8Y8f0nceuQfRX918EGzapY180W6lxs/s1600-h/4171bwoba.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386294902307005938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0bPbbD3sEUwfO86PzUFXhka2caNo0Rx-egsP-3tihoXC2hDGYMVgsML3ajVsPFDl63qSMa26_BrZu3zG9ODz1dwhtHH71hFTCIlU8MoE3nrTSL8Y8f0nceuQfRX918EGzapY180W6lxs/s400/4171bwoba.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRyfGWxHxgsciMY7QpWcSqUJQof97hc_02SLEXgQ0uqpLZ8Id6a5ErT81QiODoUuaVifyaNG_l2JUNb_QMuS6ADFacEqI55l4i_hpdi-NWBJ4B79_djT2X-vQiBs_stQDK_zq3RCUQmfQ/s1600-h/4082bwo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386294589669582146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRyfGWxHxgsciMY7QpWcSqUJQof97hc_02SLEXgQ0uqpLZ8Id6a5ErT81QiODoUuaVifyaNG_l2JUNb_QMuS6ADFacEqI55l4i_hpdi-NWBJ4B79_djT2X-vQiBs_stQDK_zq3RCUQmfQ/s400/4082bwo.jpg" /></a> I love my little man! <div></div></div></div></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-15323429841886138982009-09-17T15:52:00.000-07:002009-09-17T17:39:55.868-07:00Lost in Translation - FoodThere is way too much to post on Japan. Why have I taken so long? Now it's overwhelming, so I will just do little bits at a time. It has been awesome, we have seriously loved our time here! I'm still trying to adjust to living in a foreign country versus visiting a foreign country. There is so much we want to see and do, and it's hard to stay at home and try to live a normal, stable life!<br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382584539165560354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0J47o5djOWGLvt_9Yz4mPvWNWBTIW2I6AmPsX9Vo77jIUFw9Dx3lEKfs4hEnWMuyp8q2vCRrXU8BeStGjjhQSrFTLnIkltSdc145LZAGQdsFr4lbvG_pWw8roUqBFhws0uU40EfkhrI/s400/3926.JPG" /> <p align="center">One of the best things we've experienced has been the food. Sushi. Tempura. Sashimi. Super fresh and high quality (even when it's relatively inexpensive). Not to mention the tons of delicious food we eat, but don't really know what it is. Plus the other Asian food here is awesome! But good food has only been part of our culinary experience here. There have been many surprises both good and bad!<br /><br />Robert eating from a Bento box<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382584240693148018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTlhIfOb_sQbhLZBLl0OBYzTyuKTk8g6ysCdK7PXGW5n2FUWmvhbmpHFfmADErVVIg7QxhjQoucoV-ke4k3pC8vJGeD94ymgCB6Sq14kGI7IirSTHR_RmcRBUZzYy9M9vcSdzP3jjoiaY/s400/3894.JPG" /><br /><p align="center"><br />Dinner at a work party. Sashimi, white beet, tons of tempura, whole fish (Robert ate the eyes! ) It was all amazing, except the shellfish, we don't really know what it was and it was a combination of slimy, overly chewy and sandy...</p><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382582619172127826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdA6dFp6gI8MH2OT8BHvMkadO2HvMoUjoSn4K9h767lFXDmE0WtqAkgy0p6PuWQQgaluv_rxMAn8gsWZ4yvDtr1C8ZiXVkhj1LVgKYfk3gojmUFDyuu5EFEiZLVS0inzGVuUOlvsDz-Ng/s400/4004.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382583816900322978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsG3DQBsqh__WkFIf2DF4UUQTAbw582aqBLKItceqHaUBxqROKUyZBVqYqXrvyOhvqV0_4DZwfFTEykEeVJHGoYDgyh37-fmSYCmsqHEwLWQ8mT5sqZkGZAW0Bv6IRjR1QJGHJVhGzb9c/s400/4007.JPG" /> Some restaurants have you take your shoes off and put them in a cubby and wear their slippers (they were WAY too small for us!)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382582001100967522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTMVYcPJBubh8BVZQT2RT32nPN_2v9VjFB7pdfZ0FTOeop0Mw1k41x4_g_Mu2NV9NW2HSqEnjHwPkZoSZlA0IJgeVMvqfJdnwi0n3OMN76Cbp0NMa_8NTVbg5VilkdrkyZF2gB2u4hwV0/s400/3721.JPG" /><br /><div></div>The snack food has been fun to try. Many have "english" names, and some just make me realize how immature I actually am!<br />The name says it all with this one, it tastes like sweaty grapefruit juice!!! YUCK! Of course it didn't help that we tried it at room temperature.<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382581329136806162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCe-shv7Ym9EhUga1CJqnEPxOz0hs-b6BYQ4P9ofUCjVOj0tLPgVD3ryTEMpmyvEkRXIRSeXAu5fwS2x6cVsHVBH3uEe9I-dFmoaO26uBwEd4gMp1xYctDt0XDZYb2mWTkSZjPEirzkGs/s400/3852.JPG" /> </div><div>We tried this because we thought the name was funny. So far it has been our favorite, it tastes like orange creamsicles<br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382580839949802274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5nUxO0s-Xm6jpC_9HtyB8_mzEZwi5ESNpIPDYv7_brp4Q3t8URhxQblmwDH1GdC9cq7cZRV72Yn4pum0pcTCGlfkNVUVf5saDVuqYdwCDtxDi28rMlJwPc1PcOsoTBpuhX8yBZsGp58/s400/3853.JPG" /> They have about every flavor of KitKat you can imagine, here is mango, it was all right<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382580257765500258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TSyP6eZIGn4pX77uhXDWqDGl_aI6UkbuIGBCRKvXKehDTfO0xqLXPKy5XuWnc0eC_M0VEPfYxD_nTqa-8Zy2PjibpQRQ72gE6RFS033K1pBJFkIMbFzaf9WCQWHw7L6cjW2Is6I9zbI/s400/3856.JPG" /> Again with the funny names, this is just like a Crunch bar<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382579437134521234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxLIbyG0Oo4gPWE_JJOdeDjxrHgzR0stQqY-Z4STGWqPgYL_YnopaXohzZSxZyxRFXlhK_Jlt8jCWrzyh49icdPocqDFnNRmRp6dH8yl5HRaN5vZLA2UhSFQ8xj8wG2UjFtkUBy8LJlLA/s400/3857.JPG" /></div><div>Of course the seafood markets are awesome here. I was especially impressed with Costco's seafood section, you can get whole octopus, eel, sea urchin, and countless other things</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382578777417224450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSp-bvMIC5JcSETn9eEgCounWYk595eETEXjeQowVKoEYn9mRjgfaDJGqEUM5zgZGNLVq00iUeoPJrXvyRyfSmSbc39w2Abd1M5u8jekJ1HmILYcbIdn0OWxrHcbbaLDZBaIm65GOjibM/s400/3899.JPG" />This is the sea urchin. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382578459889003746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__dFRV3Mtfwz4TAyejAK6Y5bu9WI8O4alH_WxteEz1p_tsU4WtPo_9_iHwP1EW90kQ6rTZd0OlIDgTsAyruWYaVb2MiK4aCTi1bqWg1YZ9x5aLDzXA3maBZAccn0l0i_eTqUID6Eo-Xo/s400/3900.JPG" /></div><div> </div><div>The vending machines here will be the topic of another post, but I have to add that at some restaurants you order from a vending machine, it spits out a ticket and you hand it to your waiter, pretty cool! It's very nice for us because there are usually pictures so we have a better idea what we are ordering :)</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382578065683951698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5jGbTAAKuLn92jJEFIwSER6-MuMJBOlQNGDIkMMSkjwH-mRZ5sd6x3TcuIHtnDmAeafs5HloQOToSqEzNg6Rh41PfhfJlBW3G4DGvofEpyDgX-H_F-Q8L6OtY9WTbo7WeLxKh3ZMq9w/s400/3994.JPG" /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382576815429560866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcoWcXrE3leQhLdWEar3clFASMPhaSc3Lz7fH30byA4x_9dq-u1i92IeT8uONSzU01JiNHV3lURK6DYCS1BaxEIY1mhXYLSP5YbRZARzkIysOUub201sv8oBw0WtqXKOZZwEo1gjf8LH0/s400/3917.JPG" /> It has been an awesome adventure, we are trying to enjoy every minute of it! <div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-82242538444910466492009-09-08T23:22:00.000-07:002009-09-08T23:40:08.061-07:00Modern Medicine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6C8GxbWEyVOPYD3dSKJL8CZXjqXFUUumsFRoaYaROM79oYVyx7stZTHQKr4YkUJKN49kPlPVKrA8GJs7tuaoGIaEk65LD84ui5MbflrbLkkG1QMV7eiPRfWsXINOMa2EMFvZ-psveKps/s1600-h/swine-flu.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379353413686878146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6C8GxbWEyVOPYD3dSKJL8CZXjqXFUUumsFRoaYaROM79oYVyx7stZTHQKr4YkUJKN49kPlPVKrA8GJs7tuaoGIaEk65LD84ui5MbflrbLkkG1QMV7eiPRfWsXINOMa2EMFvZ-psveKps/s400/swine-flu.bmp" /></a><br /><div></div><div>It seems as flu season nears the media won't stop talking about Swine Flu. Wash your hands people, and STAY HOME if you have symptoms! Anyway, Robert read this book called "A Short History of Nearly Everything", and in it there is some info of the "Great Swine Flu", also known as the "Great Spanish Flu". He read an exerpt for me that really puts everything into perspective. I will share some of it. The Great Swine Flu killed about 21 million people in its first <strong>4 months</strong>!!! About 80% of American casualties in WWI, came from the flu. Yes, very shocking, but here is the exerpt that made me feel so blessed to live in these times:</div><div></div><br /><div><em>"In an attempt to devise a vaccine, medical authorities conducted tests on volunteers at a military prison...The prisoners were promised pardons if they survived a battery of tests. These tests were rigorous to say the least. First the subjects were injected with the infected lung tissue taken from the dead and then sprayed in the eyes, nose, and mouth with infectious aerosols. If they still failed to succumb, they had their throats swabbed with discharges taken from the sick and dying. If all else failed, they were required to sit open-mouthed while a gravely ill victim was helped to cough into their faces."</em></div><div><em></em></div><br /><div>ewwww. Those poor prisoners! How disgusting! What is ridiculous is that NONE of them got the flu! The only one who got sick was the ward doctor, who then died! The author, Bill Bryson, goes on to say that the explanation is that the epidemic had passed through the prison just a few weeks earlier, and all the volunteers had survived that, and probably had a natural immunity. </div><div></div><br /><div>Aren't all of us happy to be alive today? And, of course, happy to not be prisoners willing to go through anything to get pardoned :)</div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-52081154593791993012009-09-04T05:17:00.000-07:002009-09-04T05:37:01.414-07:00Rylan's Latest Talent<p>I think we may have a future Olympic figure skater on our hands...</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx0q8D04fBLk7AxCcdRuHKlth8kasT3mADjlZ9kETobeMe4ahVZMgjCRhWT0lEF8H3NFyod4aRIVrxR52DAZw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Can you believe how fast he is spinning? </p>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-48637024852827009142009-08-28T07:03:00.000-07:002009-08-28T07:16:37.892-07:00Sweet Sorrow<div align="center">I had to say goodbye to some old friends today...our dining room chairs. They were sentimental to me as they were my first makeover project. We got them for free 6 years ago. I remember it well. They were an oak stain with teal and mauve paisley for the fabric cover. (why didn't I take a picture???) If the little old lady could have foreseen what I was going to do to her chairs I'm not sure she would have given them to me. I learned a lot from refinishing those chairs, (like how unnecessary it is to strip furniture that you are just going to paint! it was so laborious and completely not worth the trouble!)I still love the black with the animal print, but there were only 5 chairs, and they were in desperate need of being re-upholstered and repainted. Goodbye dear chairs, you've served me well, hopefully your next owners will love you like we have...</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQsYpjaU6wGdZxZ2ndAlZmAt8sOvTUMq7XayBLcWV7Nj8ZPUv_k-p9JjvEpJSBOjmgI8nJsVxLccjrJ5FZ3rnT_awoNbiCvMRp0fDm3JqV2s3pNQD0zXUjstaCwrXfi7sUtuDQ-207eY/s1600-h/IMG_6974.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375015320352095970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQsYpjaU6wGdZxZ2ndAlZmAt8sOvTUMq7XayBLcWV7Nj8ZPUv_k-p9JjvEpJSBOjmgI8nJsVxLccjrJ5FZ3rnT_awoNbiCvMRp0fDm3JqV2s3pNQD0zXUjstaCwrXfi7sUtuDQ-207eY/s400/IMG_6974.JPG" /></a>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-51436254212641902582009-08-24T02:38:00.000-07:002009-08-24T08:08:09.557-07:00My Chunka Burnin' Love<div align="center">Mr. Canon</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373541481277349650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEholj0cexxZhzdPTBh2x6F8hndEghaaEbMLXdWyVHdViy7dzBMTQ0SD7wG8LG_vp0Mp15g98rZP6abiek3vxHHMmcozLXD1qjet_CqnQ4nCP9bcK-m_8yDA05dnvuD1gShsZKoJB2zhpyc/s400/3796.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">My Littlest Man is a thumb-sucker, and it is the absolute BEST THING EVER!!! He is a self soother, and over the last couple months that ability has been <span style="color:#000000;"><strong>priceless </strong>(I know, I know, enough whining I promise!). He is a dream baby, I am absolutely in love. He'll be sixth months on Sept. 3rd, I can't believe it. I'm trying to enjoy every minute, but this time around it seems like time is flying faster than with the twins. </span></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373541998952066626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghFxVVBRQtePtC0JK7sgJM7lEVAMsrTfeGEKIX4in46hbRibhDFflgbZiBhNl8q5DlO98AjT4UQquCMVZlI-Dh8KYdMbXtHQTYVi9XiKzp7M91UqmRPMXSzp0Ae5xRm8Ju2s4Kp5tb1Sk/s400/4065.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373542659687174226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPU0FrUlecNFCjYHMavyVglU7S4Mr3_vvNlIYZeUDu1Fr2Ran1P-KFzqP_fUTG5-KlN0upeZKUBJRihS00vPyweR7QqUJn3hDlLO_IGsmDsfpwuDOfNylq_5eZxX48C3T60e1zZuXiyEc/s400/3990.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9uc3ZnuPkRM3R33WoJo_XpO6HXNcCoZWEu2wHjmWJeEjg2MnG7rvGsf-xhgLGz2fKPU9vskrN4l0eKicZC08FTLe_0A0PYxdkaIt5dZKrb_bF_cGIjOdnWG_UGB2gWk4r0xfVWH4xbzE/s1600-h/4186.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373543226018111090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9uc3ZnuPkRM3R33WoJo_XpO6HXNcCoZWEu2wHjmWJeEjg2MnG7rvGsf-xhgLGz2fKPU9vskrN4l0eKicZC08FTLe_0A0PYxdkaIt5dZKrb_bF_cGIjOdnWG_UGB2gWk4r0xfVWH4xbzE/s400/4186.JPG" /></a> Look at that face, whenever I see his smile I forget he ever cries or fusses, all the bad just melts away! He seriously makes my heart sing!<br /><br /></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-49260905675818939682009-08-16T20:39:00.001-07:002009-08-17T15:34:06.159-07:00Part Three - Crossing the PacificWell I finally have a second to sit down and finish the story of our cross-global move. After five weeks of travel we finally got to the highly anticipated trans-pacific flight. Our flight was set to leave at 2:30 AM! We had to arrive at the airport at 11:30 PM! It was a military chartered flight, and if we weren't there at 11:30 they threatened to give our seats away to people on stand-by. (I was wondering who in their right mind would be on stand-by for a 2:30 am flight? someone without children I'm sure)<br /><br />We had our awesome friends drop us off at the airport, and they stayed and helped juggle the children, who were all asleep, and the 12 pieces of luggage/carry-ons. Each of us had to stand on the luggage scale and be weighed. You've never known humiliation until you've had to stand on a large scale while 100 or so people look on. It was fun. The boys were freaking out, since they had just woken up, and did not want to stand on the scale, so I had to not only stand up and be weighed myself, but then had to continue standing there and hold each of the boys while they were weighed. Only in the military.<br /><br />We walked around and fed the boys while we waited the 3 hours for our flight to leave. None of us were too excited about boarding another plane. But we did. And it was just our luck that Seattle's long runway was under construction so instead of flying directly to Japan, we flew up to Anchorage, Alaska first. It took about five or so hours to get up there. That leg went well, we mostly slept. Then we waited in Anchorage for two hours. We had to refuel, but that doesn't take two hours. After talking to the flight attendants, we figured out that the Air Force airport didn't open until 6am, so we had to wait two hours so the airport would be open for us to land. The question is: Why didn't we leave at 4:30 am instead? Again with the amazing forsight and planning!<br /><br />Aside from the ridiculous two hour layover (where we didn't get off the plane, just sat there staring at each other in disbelief), the flight went well. After we landed though, we had to stay on board and fill out paperwork for customs. So annoying after being on the plane for 12 hours! Finally we got off the plane around 7am Japan time. <br /><br />Robert's boss picked us up, and we drove another couple hours to the Naval base. We lived at the Navy Lodge, the hotel on base, for about 4 weeks. It got old. We finally moved into our apartment on base two weeks ago. We've already painted, put in more comfortable flooring, and changed light fixtures. (I refuse to live like a college student anymore!) <br /><br />After two+ months of living out of suitcases, it feels so good to have our home again! The boys were ecstatic about getting their toys again. (Beckam asked me, literally every day, if his toys were on their way to Japan) the best part is having our beds back, and having Canon sleep in his own room! <br /><br />Japan has been amazing, we love the culture, love the people, I will be posting more on Japan soon!Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-23126332324424231602009-07-22T22:39:00.000-07:002009-07-23T02:15:45.266-07:00Part Two - The ReprieveThank-you for your sympathy, it was well-deserved!!! Fortunately Part Two of our journey, wasn't nearly as horrifying as Part One.<br /><br />In less than four weeks we flew from Virginia to Seattle, then drove from Seattle to Colfax, Colfax to Spokane, Spokane to Vancouver, Vancouver to Olympia/Seattle, then flew from Seattle to Japan! Whew, it was a whirlwind of craziness, crankiness, mixed in with some fun. Travelling with 3 kids 3 years and younger was, well, challenging. Thankfully, (for us, not him) our friend Troy <strong><em>dislocated</em></strong> his ankle (yes, even the doctor was surprised by that one), rendering him incapable of driving. So he loaned us his Lexus SUV for the month, it was rough. :) I can't even imagine how expensive it would have been to rent a car! It was fun to have a pimpin' car to drive after selling our souls to the minivan underworld nine months earlier. :)<br /><br />It was great to see everyone. We did manage to have a good time in between all the driving! We didn't do anything too outrageous or super exciting. We relaxed and visited everyone, which was enough after all the crazy travelling! My parents did have a nice surprise when we arrived, we got to help them set-up their above ground pool and re-landscape their front yard! We managed to finally bless Canon, I'm glad we waited to be around our families. We celebrated our 7th anniversary. We saw almost all of our family members, which is quite the feat. (Robert's family is quite large, it is nearly impossible to get everyone in the same place at the same time!)<br /><br />Unfortunately Canon's sleep habits got worse and worse, and by the end I felt like I had a newborn again. (I can't imagine what his problem was!) It was wonderful to see everyone, although I must admit, I'm in NO rush to go through all of that again! It was exhausting!!! The nice thing was, by the end we were very ready to move to Japan :) I think next time we will stay in one place and make everyone come and see us, after all, the first leg of our trip was enough to last us a couple of years!<br /><br /><div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Summer fun in our old backyard! (they've made some improvements)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361568607762183154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTSThSWL2z7RjTxHRY8usBheSrU-cWBBlgeK0ycnjHMF55PzsFfM8KbvR06VKI1FcrWqoSAKzBhlSnuL3yWsnr8Faak9mVaS7hFq3NM1mOrCycUji8QU8dRrNi_VtgKehN3VOsjz9Mh-M/s400/2283.JPG" /></div></div> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361568169334590674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYUlxBkxHzWECULtMT2AwSPaw60GVi6D1WvHhaNci06cBJ-VPe-CNwYii8odp5E-QiYKg1CxIOyB6uo2GOPthiuQy-veqCpnFv-eBBxANfewXPaCMSN9JFoi1arVrYW2470LzeE_T_pE/s400/2288.JPG" /> <div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Aunt Susan with Canon, and Aunt Pam with cousin Tessa (just 7 wks younger than Canon, but a whole lot chubbier!)<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361567614747087282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQpp8VKDlUY3jko6sopFDBQtmmyFo_yprCMTfCMvokS29DqwmxaPBoRVTmlKnGRc_QwNJgPT8tQTOSDs8lVHgnkvX0DLKYdjNTrIEU5ukjlsJ4KLn9Y5ceRz4O1IEQme10BH6bImKqis/s400/2396.JPG" /> <div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Fun at Riverbend (Susan and Jesse's property) Perfect for getting energy out and s'mores roasting (to put energy back in)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361566327826770514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWSumwDm93WNARUYwuAfTbpSk8D4Ka9eMXITOMy3PBPGTGHa0Q0-ca5xEUuBJQhu-_c3sAZPDFX0jVUJdf4f-mvMpQqPLxqIe3yFYhURgTGv3j71cyEYjsVooFKDAZUs48SSc2cIZyNlU/s400/2418.JPG" /></div><div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Loved ones gathered for Canon's blessing, loved this day!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361565560802849778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVzVYexuki3WL4sAYufQ1EckvOA6YHuvC_1ie1NeAwK26HSY0JI-Dbqj2hED361JofUAPpAeAsk2cFcw6eH4FUPCmOgarvNGLX9jbleSa_rdBZ6oICzmMjTw5hejDFirZqZEmfPuLFxc/s400/2620.JPG" /></div><div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Canon with Aunt Jenni<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361564225242844050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazs-Caaz_oneeVx62heB-ElZiLWjb28tSUJMNE1xfnmntp-gKFyxbq2KG3TR0ZdtOQobnUBTXx9m7frGZ99wDG7Yv5J626VUhDnNclusVzA9heu5CqyjcdZe9d8XUGOeojuz0e_aU6PY/s400/2719.JPG" /></div><div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Canon with Uncle Jared and Uncle David<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361563600201841842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBt4vi4BfxS-pONtoe_vPexooAb67noiawAUoVN1_VkXYwU0NPhGmbD-ApvNzdQYdtm8A3l_9lQ-V_kGeDWykcT4HNIxw1cTHWNsV2-l4sPFGfmeUs7neoF-X4HVyAQeOIAGJtxNVsmSI/s400/2739.JPG" /></div><div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Rockin' out with Rock Band<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361562548327731074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLhL9MTr9VgpTPcuCNUmy1qoIlQmsP-ZRGZiiv7ZofOehCPv8UbXyQO19-nnsL7rQBFjyU8nT9cW7U3EoWFYf4hxZE4HTQUhUoqtG62kRoA39TIrB61Qwlupk_vau0lSEC9nveFtQ4Zq8/s400/2765.JPG" /></div><div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Beckam and Rylan getting thrown around by Jared and David (I'm glad to see that their uncles have as little concern for their safety as their father :) <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361561258640904002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzC642c9Od51pJt8HfryKftVM-dFalc_-VRd_2UTLmxkAJxeKIczViudbeD1EAK8dybXDgzsKCHitTYRqn-RiLcA6FsUZszAHclH92LfQEeKVzbiNsux0XPTdL44raeF9Lib1WTT4-UIw/s400/3132.JPG" /></div><div><div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Hiking in Vancouver<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361547562484640450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQXWWvd_cLS0WZZ0yZL19iPWlCX3FH4ZoE81kMdE10e4mlyPTUpx6RohyphenhyphenXd_XjEk9yxkRCN8mom_wyQxdLatWo3EVfbaNeYS0t7F2SajsYlcX4chOoVY5rXC6WmueW9xk4QZFdGlhHoe4/s400/2833.JPG" /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">My parents with 4 out of 6 grandsons </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361546626766948690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc7FFBmZUob-13dxJzWmb6qLcwV5lCeeOufbPYyl0Aryr6uhnOsnFWWht49t0Y17sWib0gFIrK6MqG356Y6pmavzAqdIs_w6NFKOgMJG_j_3nZhYKcFo4zFS2DiZk-CAOlEYeoLZ59HWE/s400/3310.JPG" /></div><div align="center">All 6 boys together, smiling (mostly) and looking at the camera!</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361578453960577634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpUqHNvpAaXSSNUSP670Zmtb7wDT8o6A2NXYW696q24MEWybhVuq8dmKeZNJaVF0_SBXeOYvas2pK94mztFLVo3QqIAanXpbG4fm5Ibc6QBrwSwY2VKlkwApWV6GvXOJww59VRTTlgg8/s400/3608c.jpg" /></div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-1530058062892015542009-07-16T17:42:00.000-07:002009-07-16T18:34:14.499-07:00The Journey - Part One, The NightmareI think I'm at the point where I can write about this and laugh. Our journey from Virginia to Japan was a long one. Thankfully there was a nice extended pit stop in Washington along the way. A little bit of info: the military doesn't do anything they don't have to, I can't possibly explain how frustrating this can be. Things just aren't effecient, and there are about a billion hoops to jump through to get anything done. This is especially true when it comes to moving.<br /><br />We had four days of people packing up our house, Tuesday through Friday. One day of long-term storage, two days of regular shipment packing, and one day of express shipment packing. Each of these were done by a different company, which gives us three different companies to keep track of. On Thursday we no longer had a bed, so we moved into a hotel. And so began our <strong>7-week</strong> (so far) odyssey of living out of suitcases.<br /><br />We were supposed to fly out on Tuesday. Of course, the Navy did not purchase our tickets until Monday. Yes. Robert told them two months before when we wanted to fly out. Still they get the same rates no matter when they purchase tickets, so they weren't in any rush to buy them. Nevermind the inconvenience it is to the family flying out, what do they care, it's not like they are going to get fired, haha. (allright, maybe it is too soon, because I'm not laughing) Anyway, our flight was to leave Tuesday morning at 7 am.<br /><br />We had someone in line to buy our van at 7pm Monday night, he had put a deposit down on Saturday, so we took it off the market and turned others away saying it had been sold. Can you guess what happened? He backed out at 6:30 pm. We were livid. (I think this was his way of trying to get us to come down in the price) We called the other people who had been interested in it, but no one was ready to buy it that night. Robert took our other car to the dealership to sell it to them, but in the process found out there was a hold on our titles at the DMV so we couldn't sell our cars. We had planned on selling both cars Monday night, and both fell through. We couldn't call the DMV because it was 9pm by that time. So we called United and had them change our flight to Wednesday instead.<br /><br />We got things figured out with the DMV on Tuesday. We found a man wanting to buy Robert's car, but he was driving down from Williamsburg and wouldn't be there until 8pm. Of course he was late, and then he didn't have the cash. So he and his 5 family members drove around Virginia Beach trying to find a place where they could get the cash. Of course everything was closed so we were out of luck again. We had no takers on the van that day, so again neither car sold. So frustrating! Our awesome neighbors came to our rescue, they took on both cars to sell for us.<br /><br />So we were set to fly out Wednesday morning at 6am. We got up at 3:30am, loaded up a taxi with all our stuff and us, and headed to the airport. We had a mountain of luggage, including the car seats, and the stroller had a big pile as well, and stood in line for about 30 minutes. We got to the front of the line and were told they only had a seat for Robert. The boys and I were set to fly out of Chicago at 6am, not Norfolk. The flight was full and they couldn't help us. We again, were livid. They were so rude to us as well, at one point the lady actually said "How do we know this wasn't your fault?" Right, because this is what we consider fun. They would not take any responsibility, "We are United Express, not United, it isn't our fault". After 30 minutes of arguing with them, they got us a flight out for the next morning at 6am. I cried. Too stressful for me, I was so upset.<br /><br />So we loaded up a taxi again, and drove back to the hotel. (which United <strong><em>Express </em></strong>refused to pay for "Oh there will be no hotel", she was a witch) Anyway, Robert, Canon and I took a nap. We got a call from the witch, apologizing for the morning, and said she had found a flight for us that left that afternoon at 2pm if we wanted it. Plus she gave us vouchers for future flights. At least she recognized they were completely unreasonable.<br /><br />We flew from Norfolk to DC, no problem, things went well. We had a 90 min. layover in DC. Then we boarded up in DC to fly to Seattle. As soon as everyone was on the plane they closed the door, and told us there was going to be a slight delay, due to a storm that was about 30 miles southwest of the airport. 1 1/2 hours later we finally started moving, Beckam exclaimed "WE'RE MOVING!!!" Everyone laughed. Then we sat there, we weren't even on the runway, for another 1 1/2 hours. The flight attendants passed out water, and the pilot got on saying "The storm is now too close and the airport is closed, no incoming or outgoing flights, so we have to wait for this to pass" The storm was crazy, lots of lightning and thunder, all around us. Finally, the storm passed and we had to wait for our turn to fly out. We were on the plane for <strong>5 HOURS</strong>, before we even took off. We flew out around 11pm, the time we should have been landing in Seattle. What an absolute nightmare. The boys fell asleep once we got were in the air, of course they'd wake up and cry because they weren't comfortable. Robert sat with them, and I sat with Canon, trying to nurse him while sitting next to a middle-aged man who wasn't about to give me any space. Thankfully Beckam and Rylan did very well while we were waiting to take off. (thank-you Target for your dollar section, the boys had plenty of new things to look at and play with that I'd been collecting for a while)<br /><br />After that we were <em>really</em> looking forward to our future flight to Japan. UGH, what an experience! Surprisingly we have no pictures to document this momentous occasion in our lives, so sad. So sorry for the LONG post.Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-46654796662299771212009-07-13T05:57:00.000-07:002009-07-13T06:30:22.988-07:00Is that sushi crawling?<div>We'll have to take pictures of the sushi here. Wow!<br /></div><div>So, we're now in Japan and experiencing the culture to the fullest! We arrived July 2nd and went to a party for the Fourth on base. It was nice to be welcomed with something so familiar and yet so different. I've seen celebrations on base in the US before, but this was a much bigger deal.<br /><br /></div><br /><div>We took a respite from the carnival chaos and had a seat in this nice restaurant. Can you see the kids in the Kimonos? Awesome! </div><div> </div><div>Check out the view too. </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 518px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357932163990710946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD_ZeEhFKJrXV_vnxSHnEQjKWZfC0xgwV1rF29D6vrRhlWioK7e1RnstcGmr0BKWxcv8iUijdYmEQCT7qoYdMeP_6XIEuFR7g3Yuq_JLY0QMIYCnrTC45PJZDQj9oM78ra7J38MY3RMww/s400/3668.JPG" /><br /><br /><div>Here's a better picture of the view from out on the terrace...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 515px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 491px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357932170569351282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6t6thYXtgkLYfCQ6defwANzL_eKlhuK56KKjYQzViE0BbsjD9Uo-R3GcWRFrC842swM1nwgKTMKccgqGA0UVxuXkBbkvJY2TVGvqwB0KZcY0wnyKr7J_0MJLP6LALqAW3WO106HASK4/s400/3678.JPG" /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>And where, pray tell, were we dining? The old faithful; Mickey D's. The Golden Arches. That's right, something as familiar as McDonalds can be that different. What a view huh? They even had little flavor boosts you could add to punch up your Sprite... Lemon, Melon or Grape. That came out at the same time as the drink! </div><div></div><br /><br /><div>Things are familiar but different enough to throw you off. You drive on the left side of the road, the right side of the car. That's pretty much the theme here. Familiar but different. Hey, at least you still get to drive! </div><div> </div><div>We got Japanese cell phones for free! A stripped down crappy model? Oh no! This thing has a 5.0 Megapixel camera, and a TV antenae in it. We can watch TV in 3-D on our cell phones! They also have GPS and a mini-flashlight!! Free cell phones I am familiar with. The rest, not so much...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We finally got a car today and will be making trips to Ikea and Costco. More of the same familiar craziness? I hope so...</div><div></div><br /><br /><div>--- Post by Robert---</div><br /><br /><div></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-47135222609869037632009-05-17T12:36:00.000-07:002009-05-17T13:05:53.531-07:00Size 10 Please...<div align="center"> I know the economy is bad, but maybe everyone just has a few dollars to spare so I can have the object of my desire:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336879550686132210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1Lf6V4rbh6c7UJXQZzL8aaRu6P__iu_iMoWIn0BQvokSNR7fc6INQpfes5rMwb9ZkurkSUmHw1ew6mSqDFkyZiFgbsfOzAdsVzj-2-TStZ5tcRZFJFf33U6bKIq9WAOZh6HMSNM97h0/s320/martin-margiela-sandals-2.jpg" border="0" /></div>These beauties are the sandals Kyra Sedgwick wears in a Trop 50 commercial. I actually started drooling when I was watching the commercial, and it had NOTHING to do with the orange juice. I desperately hoped that maybe Tropicana would be frugal in the celebrity wardrobe department, and that maybe they would be in my price range. Turns out I was wrong. They are Martin Margiela sandals and cost <strong>$658.00</strong>. Not <em>exactly</em> what I was hoping to spend. Just a few hundred dollars off, ok about six hundred off. For $658 dollars I'd have to have these permanently attached to my feet, and sign a contract not to ever buy another pair of shoes in order for my husband to support me with this purchase. Unfortunately they don't look like they'd be comfortable for running, so that's out of the question. I've looked for a less expensive version, but can't find anything remotely as cool as these. But maybe if I put my hopes and dreams out there in the universe I will somehow find a way to get them!Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-75937290606419493362009-05-13T15:02:00.000-07:002009-05-13T15:21:18.213-07:00Time Flies<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gyUkJPvaio-Q2XhVvQbnEhWbR0UCXwtoA0QpmM_OqqW6puEZTDkWt2SI8WS75hrA-MfmW7dfmbswIrPBSWcqtDZJZU_DKqllgSiSuiC5M0LuDbu1HhzAJeUj3FdnoHQGwzuQkUouVGA/s1600-h/2258.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335436616931159410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gyUkJPvaio-Q2XhVvQbnEhWbR0UCXwtoA0QpmM_OqqW6puEZTDkWt2SI8WS75hrA-MfmW7dfmbswIrPBSWcqtDZJZU_DKqllgSiSuiC5M0LuDbu1HhzAJeUj3FdnoHQGwzuQkUouVGA/s320/2258.JPG" border="0" /></a> We had Canon's two month check-up yesterday. He is thriving at 13 lbs 9 oz, and 24 1/2 inches tall. He is half an inch taller than his brothers were at his age, 1/2 a lb lighter than Beck, and a full pound lighter than Ry! (no wonder I had to eat half a package of oreos every day to feed those two!!!) So he's skinnier, but he is absolutely adorable! Plus he sleeps way better than they did at his age (he's slept through the night almost every night for the last week and a half!). <div><div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335436201159060786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFOSVxs4tnuUYAjjZAiru6NBs3Ga5WHCcd4JbH1cty5nYjTURxWac9ZZOI_9X9LxKV1eRWZgtkHyPGQzOsBcNNIC_2Vx3hVYMDLyqvbW7y07HeWqQX4hacXFA69VLNmyqbgSgmGOR8dfw/s320/2257.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center">He has found his fingers and loves to suck on his hand. He hates the pacifier, and gets livid if we attempt to give it to him. (i bought every single pacifier available, I actually like that he doesn't take a pacifier, but I think it would make our upcoming <strong>cross-global</strong> flight easier if he would take one...that is going to be one long day) He laughed for the first time on Monday! Of course he hasn't laughed since then, maybe when he gets over the fact that I allowed him to be shot in the leg 3 times yesterday. He took his shots like a champ though, he cried and then got over it and fell asleep. He is a wonderful baby, and has me completely smitten. I love his shy little smiles, how he coos loudly to get my attention and then gives me a grin, he is perfect!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335435850719565282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO30CeFXskWQAgcGksiwKYuqy5tMr1s8X52XYuBQEXYeMs2MeRBewakd-DEuGjTodH1i7XsPMhjZrU5fsiw9JgE99RmGwiV86KOE5_iVLnFLNHV2AHIqMSTN4sZsKvUqn0EEAc4R9-pwU/s320/2254.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-25639006074978659902009-05-06T11:00:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:16:48.344-07:00Why I'll never think too highly of myself<div align="center"> The other day I had the boys watch the movie Mulan when we were returning from North Carolina. We made a stop and when we got back in the car Beckam said “Mulan turned into a guy.” I kind of laughed (thinking great, why did I have them watch a movie about cross-dressing?), then I said “No she’s just pretending to be a guy.” Rylan said “Oh, are you pretending to be a guy?” “NO!” then he said “Are you pretending to be a girl?” "um, no, but thanks for that."</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I love my boys, they are constantly entertaining!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Here they are buried at the Outer Banks, NC</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332774036090624146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_UbTKX8Fvuya5cPZJM-VF7LbJt5rWdyv7zHbzMr1lNYiXpT-CtcUgf2OjG8w8UIFK9wDkELUpKmmVfLv-dZRcZFMXqQaKJJgVHEqUZZ28ryaObuJs7_p0gNu91qGiSrMvngku0NptFY/s320/2282.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332774411824775426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFyQlwXY718RfVU48TJViL8iXdU9Ah6rboU0JqhnHgPXTEPz16vAlbtVJqQE1MOzK6YnORo8ubwV8wnHju_Dw1HUeB5Zcz0GdhsWWukydFKdHCrzvKFnZGyV9fSw6bwcYWqhHnZZevYg/s320/2310.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332774695214321730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJLcdMvWVmsGheRtiZz2WR4qWOqi9KCivl8XQTcIGjohCj8G-I1ZOY_ODgEE3fCa4HInF5NbaSlSU3zfmAOIcLTnax3gYgjs7K3MtCHevMziLopHIHFnsh59nP4u-DMlUFjULLpVVmLBM/s320/2328.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332775403696319218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQb6muLq0xBuqlzN5TPq4aHsbmwffzrxoP2ElA0EUFMWWE4pVZga-tAtXe5Mr5kvF7h_UqTcGL-_LP2HJF3Lgn20MtENopQOGRJq2ysjjJ5ZosQoEj9CivfcSTvB4l49vqpptXQp_ljgw/s320/2481.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-22046629471485111692009-04-21T15:15:00.001-07:002009-04-22T06:48:53.477-07:00The Pudge that won't Budge<div><div>UGH. So for the past couple weeks I've been trying to get back into shape, well working on <em>eventually</em> getting back into shape. IT SUCKS!!! We go to the YMCA (they take baby's 6 weeks old AWESOME!!!), but Canon isn't exactly on a predictable schedule, so taking classes is hit and miss. Mostly I've been relying on the treadmill, or just running the loop around my neighborhood. so boring. I have a few songs on my Zune (just say no to ipods) that keep me going, but I am in desperate need of some additional musical motivation. So, I am taking a leaf from my sister's book, and asking everyone for ideas on music to exercise to! Please help me!!! Here are a few of my favorite workout songs:</div><div></div><div align="center">"So What" by Pink</div><div align="center">"Rooftops" by The Lost Prophets</div><div align="center">"Hands Open" by Snow Patrol</div><div align="center">"Pump It" by Black Eyed Peas</div><div align="center">"Sugar, We're Going Down" by Fall Out Boy</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">I don't care what kind of music it is, I have all kinds on my workout playlist that I wouldn't normally listen to. Anything with a good beat that gets you moving!</div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">And, because I can't resist, here are a couple of pictures of the reason I need help :) (he was worth it)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327511963234150066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx54lAuQ5RcTG0qLPtTKiatnGtt18-RdozOkzb7OwVLbByvpDoBC-d8bKLKKbJp3R67qGmMdjIwl13OMbz_bEmjlq7hxizx-eZWem4BNDDeHEXIuRD2AMY-0EK4iEANf0yYMvm_VX5B20/s320/2221.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327511622522156418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXhSKYB2IPla-g5J41K_JfqIJ_5Qpfw9jCUR-txK8hlrs9IVJuTns63s13Bi7RSnw4vpHgxkv_aJavmg3bmMz_XyugR_nloNStwgfIoJqGwufWolHiaqKCbo_q-zosRwntaC5hn-IYPU/s320/2219.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-59125069133882291892009-04-13T11:17:00.001-07:002009-04-13T11:46:32.774-07:00canon vs cannon (aka what's in the spelling of a name)<div><div>All right, so when we were trying to decide what to name our latest addition I posted a name poll on Babycenter. All I wanted were votes, but Babycenter allows people to comment, and comment they did! (why are people so opinionated about what other people name their children, it's not like I was trying to name my baby Adolf or Osama) Anyway, we had many, many people "suggest" we spell his name Cannon instead of Canon. Which really surprised me, because the meanings behind canon are infinitely better than cannon. Since then, we've had a few others question the name etc. I thought that people knew that canon is more than just a brand of camera, but apparently not. So I'm putting it out there for all to know. I actually came up with the name when I was going through my Bible Dictionary. Here is the definition of <strong>canon</strong> in the regular dictionary:</div><div> </div><div>1.an ecclesiastical rule or law enacted by a council or other competent authority and, in the Roman Catholic Church, approved by the pope.<br />2.the body of ecclesiastical law.<br />3.the body of rules, principles, or standards accepted as axiomatic and universally binding in a field of study or art: the neoclassical canon.<br />4.a fundamental principle or general rule: the canons of good behavior.<br />5.a standard; criterion: the canons of taste.<br />6.the books of the Bible recognized by any Christian church as genuine and inspired.<br />7.any officially recognized set of sacred books.<br />8.any comprehensive list of books within a field.</div><div></div><br /><div>There are more, like a musical canon (i.e. Pachelbel canon in D), but I won't put all of them in.</div><div></div><br /><div>So compare that to this <strong>cannon</strong>:</div><div><br />1.a mounted gun for firing heavy projectiles; a gun, howitzer, or mortar. </div><div>2.British Machinery. <a style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=quill&db=luna">quill</a> (def. 10).<br />3.Armor. a cylindrical or semicylindrical piece of plate armor for the upper arm or forearm; a vambrace or rerebrace.<br />4.Also called cannon bit, canon bit. a round bit for a horse. (what???)<br />5.the part of a bit that is in the horse's mouth. (double what???)<br />6.(on a bell) the metal loop by which a bell is hung.<br />7.Zoology.<br />a.<a style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=cannon%20bone&db=luna">cannon bone.</a><br />b.the part of the leg in which the cannon bone is situated.<br />8.British. a carom in billiards.<br />9.Underworld Slang. a pickpocket. (my favorite)</div><div></div><br /><div>Why would anyone want me to name my sweet little boy after heavy projectiles, machinery, or the part of a bit that is in the horse's mouth? It's like choosing between good and evil. :)</div><br /><div>(no offense to anyone who chose or chooses to spell their son's name cannon, it's just not for me) ;)</div><div> </div><div align="center">Here is my <em>canon</em> of cuteness, he's much more of a standard or criterion than pickpocket or artillery</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324247945859651394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCiH3RodOnbJiMzEJ4gx3ToygltsyepcOxDEQqwXMowspTM-rlKF5t8bvx06Bp3UbNy6l72mhGVzxmHpvRVd-HvjiBNJoQt_aPDi06U6o3F5EoQgBdE3npEiK_SKhf4WbfGBSCTtyB6K8/s320/2726.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324247514495444402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGroIRslD9fFogpkXDpybPwMQ7nWw_QVEL1HJwxPURcH5p9dx26vedcs3EawDs1b20doN0rynolhzmO35hRnQjOHtZ_vYPvUuEz7tumXbZgle2YGY68d8OaLy-TKwrzOgnfmlIS4VpoM8/s320/2724.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-21167136460896965742009-04-07T13:12:00.001-07:002009-04-07T13:33:01.644-07:00Canon's Room<div align="center">You'd think he'd be happy that his room is complete, but it's just not cutting it for him! I can't seem to get a normal picture of him! So this will have to do. Isn't he the cutest little dinosaur you've ever seen? He's filling out, and gave me his first smile a week ago. I like being with him in the late evening when his "helpful" brothers are sleeping peacefully and I don't have to worry about them jumping on me, or getting into mischief!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhYVlAa9T93M-nALvNShiNcssxoJxircIhC6LzeMiaG1wt_9pQQMHBEYUJTpBLoFBAtq3TfZ1bUY2avh4BW7kqgv4Kp7nFivMH0pWG6tfH9Oxn_tb57OoOP9-dvTkVkiIJZDjMDhwDDE/s1600-h/2687.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322048149735615618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhYVlAa9T93M-nALvNShiNcssxoJxircIhC6LzeMiaG1wt_9pQQMHBEYUJTpBLoFBAtq3TfZ1bUY2avh4BW7kqgv4Kp7nFivMH0pWG6tfH9Oxn_tb57OoOP9-dvTkVkiIJZDjMDhwDDE/s320/2687.JPG" border="0" /></a> The room is complete, and I finally remembered to take pictures of it while Canon was awake! I think this is my favorite room in our house, as it is the closest to what I had envisioned. Really the only thing I didn't get to do was paint it something besides off-white. I also wish we had a glider/rocker in it. I bring him into our room to nurse and then take him back to his crib when he's finished.<br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322045355644033858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVcFBKENbJtJrNEpUheGXZV7jjvkHMuPN5BmBU1oMGWJSWdwhcuxvDhgw66LM6GtfQBozBEs1Mju86BtgsOzDM2RJj4JDNtzuFsGia_rDVg8GFbzApq8PXPcpH_llIQYPcdrmGKWfIkQk/s320/2693.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHefSxXwFQsVDWmGETlzoBpKOysuU4jCc4deBwkWj0y8DNDOrYR-AL5nSxCg8fjYHOni9rMjMpsQCu6nq5uaNWDBje6LGJLzUlgW8lc80SdXmnsNbq_8I1U_TQ2T1nsqAg4f9Es53qmGg/s1600-h/2701.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322046773004938306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHefSxXwFQsVDWmGETlzoBpKOysuU4jCc4deBwkWj0y8DNDOrYR-AL5nSxCg8fjYHOni9rMjMpsQCu6nq5uaNWDBje6LGJLzUlgW8lc80SdXmnsNbq_8I1U_TQ2T1nsqAg4f9Es53qmGg/s320/2701.JPG" border="0" /></a> I didn't like any of the store-bought mobiles, so I decided to make one. I found a pinwheel mobile on Etsy that I really liked and decided to go ahead and try. I'm pretty happy with the way it turned out, and Canon seems to enjoy looking at it. :)<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322046351347946626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMIW0zU5RKOVTeXOGIjhouR_LBVcTFrQJTwLaLi9RLzeyj9oBoBsDwrbYT4eOpwUdyoNer3Nj0cgvFpqdmoVdVALX-19ep5u7xcGS7R4a_lySFRNU9HrgBXSCCYY4lY7jHmJk3-QOqU3o/s320/2697.JPG" border="0" /> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeys7Kv6BX0WqYP4wHb5WV7cLIxix6_EHW-xYNTmVLa0evhiZPYkVeC-ZYBBRTuypPdfHdtzL29InAWcH5LkYORazcCEwcjGYmwuUjDUG9HUwel-uKxDnckx7jE3m7F5EWTEbtZ6WA7yg/s1600-h/2690.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322046018226095346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeys7Kv6BX0WqYP4wHb5WV7cLIxix6_EHW-xYNTmVLa0evhiZPYkVeC-ZYBBRTuypPdfHdtzL29InAWcH5LkYORazcCEwcjGYmwuUjDUG9HUwel-uKxDnckx7jE3m7F5EWTEbtZ6WA7yg/s320/2690.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-86576270893977155342009-03-30T05:15:00.000-07:002009-03-30T05:42:46.174-07:00While Canon Was Eating...<div align="center">What I said: "Boys, you can play outside, but DON'T play in the water!"</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">What they did:</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkjzlZQHAXU7AhxGE9E6szPGgjvcoXCc3tvd1OFlPtnZE0mG7wqREmjC9-OBpt3b-MflG1QCd48NQV5vOcVoUTWh4WL7xY-xrgLL1lKUcJL8mevxwOzSu2GFl4cLeIo-uufi7g2gFWZD4/s1600-h/2642.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318954611208538178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkjzlZQHAXU7AhxGE9E6szPGgjvcoXCc3tvd1OFlPtnZE0mG7wqREmjC9-OBpt3b-MflG1QCd48NQV5vOcVoUTWh4WL7xY-xrgLL1lKUcJL8mevxwOzSu2GFl4cLeIo-uufi7g2gFWZD4/s320/2642.JPG" border="0" /></a> It might be hard to tell but Beckam (above) is soaking wet from the mud puddle he was playing in (when I found him he pretended to be confused as to how and why he was so dirty), and Rylan was emptying the water from our sand box using a cup, he was throwing the water in the air so it was raining down on him and on the side of our house...boys.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZ3j_sSUL0Et-nRD9kdpqrXcUPsIDzcWTMZAY8Xtmat30FUyGWDQfGF3Vx60F0z6s2pvvTNKp_LkRta3lR9OHp0IWC4oe8r8R5kURBN42t7WyU1jV5S0xGZS0t_4PSAO5qudeKzGF9fo/s1600-h/2647.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318954195942008130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZ3j_sSUL0Et-nRD9kdpqrXcUPsIDzcWTMZAY8Xtmat30FUyGWDQfGF3Vx60F0z6s2pvvTNKp_LkRta3lR9OHp0IWC4oe8r8R5kURBN42t7WyU1jV5S0xGZS0t_4PSAO5qudeKzGF9fo/s320/2647.JPG" border="0" /></a>In other crazy boy news, we were driving in the car the other day when Rylan exclaimed "Oh she's SOOO pretty!" I asked who he was talking about and he said "The bulldozer!" I looked out the window and sure enough we were next to a construction site and there was a dirt-covered bulldozer in all <em>her </em>glory. I used to be so flattered when he told me I was pretty, now I know I might just look as good as a bulldozer. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.<br /><br /><br /></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-60568436689576945662009-03-19T10:49:00.000-07:002009-03-19T12:13:23.513-07:00Boys Room<div align="center">We are mostly eating, sleeping, and changing diapers these days, so I will spare you all the fine details and post some long overdue photos of Ry and Becks room. </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Thanks to my SIL Tera and her vinyl plotter I was able to make the pennants with their names on them in vinyl<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314959302357046882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKz2YdDede1aSWfU07NLMSdi5nGrWdhnIzTvc7gKdY7L2Iv_JsPhqSuiN6QkIePxJ6Ht-tG3K704ERZqqX-JfQbOGGyr4_PkGCQYyh1l0ngzQuXn33qqQvqd9Y9l9ANfAG_MPzk9fr4Tw/s320/2087.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314959718415263122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvwiMUdunXO4oNEVx5QZSXIVEuBq4k1HxfliTG8pdsY68Pz8YY-b43DHgBDWjAdSbLICUxn-uPGN6FxEPkMKWnmmix4IgW706ZUwiUVghmLkGOdqI01W4SAZ8Hfk5ZujDEBS9Y0GC7Yo/s320/2085.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">I love this picture of them with their arms around each other. They can be so loving to each other. The poem is called Two Little Boys and Robert's mother used to sing it to him when he was a child, and now he sings it to them.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVsF1Bsraq4B40DY233cq_W1WLNTgoQ5sfegYr6UbXPOQkpK9PMuhY8R02_5oHYwGvpP5qqvTyYCl9YDaBl6a-nS-yboNE6RXvQOcc3rfxOLM9BA8yW-D-6aH7eNTVvP37y9fMFJFDtk/s1600-h/2091.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314960678765337058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVsF1Bsraq4B40DY233cq_W1WLNTgoQ5sfegYr6UbXPOQkpK9PMuhY8R02_5oHYwGvpP5qqvTyYCl9YDaBl6a-nS-yboNE6RXvQOcc3rfxOLM9BA8yW-D-6aH7eNTVvP37y9fMFJFDtk/s320/2091.JPG" border="0" /></a> Another Craigslist dresser I bought and repainted, I'm pretty happy with it. Rylan loves that it is red.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314975663579148914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1OO28mUo2qS1MSJclS56PZJkT5VDNGsjmiWdnJtmvSs6E_qplPj3gwtIUVbIhbrfAgJS4oNsYgtSUfpJXnZvn8o7K-dcnxGEn4A2eU-OcWLtTOVqrse-dK8LrCMTL2HiDPElo5h5ZnSI/s320/2093.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><div align="center">I made these in Photoshop, they are in the shadow boxes next to their dresser<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314960920123756786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZapwW4qco5ab8ZOP9jgDImtqxOOI5FQ0K6O7mtiuol_9Hk3CoKLCP96mH3lzNecLCvdHY_Xs1hoduws6YeAGZkwApWrGoq4v4qiU_Jv1TKLSw8aUxWvoOexmKUZqqnODP7yugnQBIN1I/s320/Beckam1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314961397697778002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSUtvNcdVU7ITtfLcSkaGFbem78UNL0y5Wg3CaY48uME-7KfHSW20cAn-UYZnEKUmZeVHN-0T6bBQYru02qOsx2u09VLGymO27STu58JR6aaOyaedmVDhVr1AkPKeCmgiZRVWs3iZKHI/s320/Rylan1.jpg" border="0" /><br />All right, so I have to put at least one picture of Canon on here. His umbilical stump fell off (the boys called it his "leaf", it did look like a dried up leaf) so we gave him his first bath, and he loved it. I think he is a beautiful newborn! He is doing well, we had his 2nd week check up and he's gained a pound. We all adore him.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314962187522490082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI-JTOpD1rAbFCES3x7rI8f6N7xis5VXdw6Iuhx2Gvs_h_dhwxeKKGYSv-bvLJM1F8LstERa-ljglePQxNJCVOkIunWzEgCTHq09sAfesGlKR1vCD_K03x9myQ0wRlbSu_y_l_nUtVL9A/s320/2588.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-7886406066196395922009-03-05T15:29:00.000-08:002009-03-05T17:29:27.436-08:00Canon Everett StonerHe's Here! We went in to the hospital on Tuesday, the 3rd, to be induced. My parents came on Sunday and since I was already over due by a few days, we decided to go ahead with an induction. It was wonderful. I didn't wait too long to get the epidural and spent most of the day enjoying time with my husband and napping. Around 7pm I felt a lot of pressure so the doctor came in and checked and I was ready to go. Two pushes later and our son was born at 7:06, weighing in at 8lbs 12oz, and 21 3/4 inches long. As with pregnancy, the delivery was so much better than with the twins! I was so sick last time, and this time, it was a breeze. We are home now, and adjusting to everything. Beck and Ry love their new brother, they are so excited about him, and were so excited to meet him and hold him in the hospital. I'm so in love, all over again, he is beautiful and so sweet.<br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309851201420085938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5O5MsCyC70zWZCfyzUnOR8IhgIzwC-R2ZDhW9NcKcnDSR3RhpRh2O1qEcaD5VVkI9y6BTpb14UALAEuSfAULADAVsnDNM3WceUUxCUp8SSHuUxozvEmGMf90hE0C2yf7EobYzOrD46Q/s320/2112.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309851547405547826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjIrJsxH2k-z0EGOJIQZq-pq3O_siXm7LWwlQ3WMMGGQbSqv7Gk7X-6_ej1Bnphb87V3O76ZbotU8k0SJTrMTOJXNcQAyuANm6hyphenhyphennNf82A0bqoXO2uZH9BOpeXcWQiV6MHrJ9vgrkn5E/s320/2114.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309852121976932882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5qrSOHmkdP74tWuP1rT3vXGvPpDvb5HKbJZxwNYMIDGvp4T5cJGz3d2BhwmNU9_QoEhg1AzGRTSC0wj7VzSNObgVcOzl6VJY6JUQZjqT7wYpfpsE_9kSm0xnyqmvNeIfxhxgeUCZoLI8/s320/2168.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309851726037701394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTs-td7yet5ntzxOrG_Nxsa3Wg6nk9RCKCz7Cj7WzdhJlyuFnh-_dWntHdXS2GbWPbIngWxS5FmDIjuhcv1KfiCNZrN-UReDKL1wnt9KLqH2aj_I3J3CJlB0U89BdB1PyqXP-Ts0-dbo/s320/2121.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309875925585157730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQB0CtbhhkHoY2nl_R71EGb1TYFYXKyv2TSD1k4-DTD3BeVN3AJasLUb6LqqK0gHFHo82QX9N-HDAXmYLV06qbc4keGiVWi-sXDrNxe6oXvEl3rEio8hU4LMtgbnYb6euVKax-O-N0To/s320/2223.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309876783524774130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitSEH9_POX0sBfrcjXaO7_RcGBMiJ1RiQN-1Jmv69IhnhTWr4GnTON2fs9iJnx2d28peBaRmcXFFj7DTFPLfyzfdQyq-ip_lJamJwch5ISFuSDhyFaZPd4tjkOqyZNjKrghPaWJUHIeNw/s320/2243.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309877186552192290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGR3w0DlbGqfo0bpa5SMCNhjOIYuVidASxqvETZPWWE7PVYk5Gmr3TnshFYvdlAliSNxJZd2HaSBRlo58v9RTygtYMXB746FY3aLu6UnZdmL2Z2R6Pfush-I2rV4GaBrkK0Do6ruvUyu8/s320/2251.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309877492457906402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlFiwD3BG9W8B1WhnDv3Oba6ufli5o6Fp-a19rbc6v1ZCDp_JK4qMVx28MHmVjlyDUJaTO8bmGl7BmoRGTH3tLlc5y8GmszhtwKIPZ7NJFLd5oNcsWOQXP2XjEGnbRD7JMLFsWp0ZjCc/s320/2257.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjqrtHETDoDIZaz5Pj7o9xYbIu4pjdTwTjK8PSNMgBV06wx1syWFkfbLGMyOhWMF14f_uJT8eKcQg6fZFSZ9OlLsPWk3cFmJpxrGRk5DWJS1sx6126tv5JPBVKMjZfcwfw0HN5L7xVUQ/s1600-h/2290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309878122054345106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjqrtHETDoDIZaz5Pj7o9xYbIu4pjdTwTjK8PSNMgBV06wx1syWFkfbLGMyOhWMF14f_uJT8eKcQg6fZFSZ9OlLsPWk3cFmJpxrGRk5DWJS1sx6126tv5JPBVKMjZfcwfw0HN5L7xVUQ/s320/2290.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglInPoSWxI58erWMnVUlCT0rv8XkeDZYXnqDZWcxAedea7PUZrdt7G8ujm5DXSNLBTWzyPII-N6B9wRHJQzV_sojVbJoK5Mrge_KlbY4w1L0Lq-ysZwsD1KVcvJ7cPSxvtzB_UyaE9ENM/s1600-h/2288.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309877794017281058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglInPoSWxI58erWMnVUlCT0rv8XkeDZYXnqDZWcxAedea7PUZrdt7G8ujm5DXSNLBTWzyPII-N6B9wRHJQzV_sojVbJoK5Mrge_KlbY4w1L0Lq-ysZwsD1KVcvJ7cPSxvtzB_UyaE9ENM/s320/2288.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309880527230110066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6mKa3z-LmLYHuh7f-4oPbL4QzdCc-0SwFzdlG7oFrHNMR0XxPQTGpEbu5kxHZ5tebSaXImkRqPKq8IixL24lj3CZeJ0wZl0eBT5_u4E6uEHDDFrHiZQ0vF_VqYosk0I_e8E_YaNFZjo/s320/2301.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><div><div><div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-79792163752312826872009-02-28T23:48:00.000-08:002009-02-28T23:49:24.391-08:00My baby ticker is counting up now??? Seriously? This is getting old...Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-63241623228980222142009-02-26T13:27:00.000-08:002009-02-26T13:32:35.053-08:00An UpdateSome of you might be wondering whether or not I've had the baby, and to answer all of you enquiring minds: NO!!! I'm STILL pregnant, and SUPER happy about it (can you sense the sarcasm???) I still haven't had a real contraction, only the Braxton-Hicks variety. I went to the doctor today and found out I'm dilated to a 3 and 50% effaced. We scheduled an induction for next week, but I'm doing EVERYTHING I can to get the show on the road before that happens! Pregnancy is wonderful and all, but I'm ready to move on to the next phase of sleeplessness :)Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782209735481975270.post-30668414179142745642009-02-10T10:13:00.000-08:002009-02-10T10:27:05.398-08:00Since this one isn't 50 questions long I'll play :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhebxGfqVgNmt4QO8Y61BEIMK_2cIU-V47kY5FwwR4vLy1G9SVNxrLUwPiOBroC8SPigKIVTlvRtMpRPZ3whMTxMTK5z9SruiXxdlurJ8z1YO5hrezbjk7w3qTyjTks_gqNOZy3XIeWqLQ/s1600-h/760.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301233917536207762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhebxGfqVgNmt4QO8Y61BEIMK_2cIU-V47kY5FwwR4vLy1G9SVNxrLUwPiOBroC8SPigKIVTlvRtMpRPZ3whMTxMTK5z9SruiXxdlurJ8z1YO5hrezbjk7w3qTyjTks_gqNOZy3XIeWqLQ/s320/760.JPG" border="0" /></a>December 2007, here is a picture of us trying to get a good family picture for our Christmas card. It was our last Christmas in Seattle so we wanted the Seattle Skyline in the background. The boys had so much energy that day, it was hard to get them to sit still (it's so strange because our boys are usually so calm and patient :) ) I love their flannel shirts!<br /><br />It's Photo Tag: here are the rules- 1. Choose the fourth folder you store your pictures in on your computer 2. Select the fourth picture in the folder 3. Explain the picture 4. Tag four people to do the same. I tag Jenn Tukuafu, Julie Nye, Eileen Bailey, Julia Ditto...<br /><div></div>Jessica Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076183513062660551noreply@blogger.com2