<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:58:02.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WYATT BOYS AND ME...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-653089847795218448</id><published>2009-04-28T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:24:45.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll just throw him in the trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when Chase is really bothering Jake I'll say, "let's just throw him away" or "let's just put him in the trash," with a serious but joking tone in my voice. It makes Jacob laugh and usually ends the problem. You're probably thinking this is could be cause for concern for Chase's feelings later in life...I suppose it could but I'm pretty sure, knowing Chase, he isn't going to care. Anyway, today, we were at Jacob's school and he was just harrassing all the kids like he does everyday. They have a love/hate relationship with him. He did something and I said, "maybe we should just throw him in the trash" which in turn got a big laugh and some looks of "really?" on their precious little faces from all the little girls standing around and then a big "Noooo, I don't want him in the trash!" from Jake (he, of course made it a big scene since we were with his friends, very dramatic). I said I was kidding and we went about our playtime. Then, Chase did something again to another little girl and she came up and said quietly, "Don't let Jacob see you throw him away...maybe you should do it at night..." I thought that was the funniest thing ever! We explained it was a joke and told her nanny incase there were any issues later at home. Her mom is a lawyer by the way, oops!                                                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                            &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/Sfa8ODQggQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/y-18kqFHh8U/s1600-h/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329654158618296578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/Sfa8ODQggQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/y-18kqFHh8U/s320/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-653089847795218448?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/653089847795218448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=653089847795218448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/653089847795218448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/653089847795218448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-just-throw-him-in-trash.html' title='We&apos;ll just throw him in the trash'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/Sfa8ODQggQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/y-18kqFHh8U/s72-c/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-6700804056748320137</id><published>2009-04-28T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:03:51.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye Dad</title><content type='html'>Well, my dad had come home from Iraq in November.  He got tired of it out there.  We were so happy.  Then he got bored here.  Now, he's on his way to Afghanistan...We miss him already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-6700804056748320137?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6700804056748320137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=6700804056748320137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/6700804056748320137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/6700804056748320137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-bye-dad.html' title='Good-bye Dad'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-5971106540210205423</id><published>2009-04-10T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:11:41.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon....</title><content type='html'>So, I have been asked and asked multiple times when it is I am going to update my blog.  Honestly, I haven't been on here in I don't even know how long, I can't believe my last past was at the beginning of December!  WOW!  And, my last post was about a "bad mommy moment".  We can't leave it at that so I promise, on my honor, I will update soon, very soon.  Now, I'm a bit overwhelmed at all of the things I have not posted about that I need to.  Not sure if I will do some of those or just start from here and try to be better.  Dad is going back to the Middle East at the end of the month so that will be good motivation.  Really, I didn't even know people read it so thank you for caring about this Wyatt clan and for keeping me accountable.  I know in the end, even though it's hard to get to sometimes, I will be happy I kept up with it.  Love you all and I'll be back soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-5971106540210205423?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5971106540210205423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=5971106540210205423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/5971106540210205423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/5971106540210205423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2009/04/soon.html' title='Soon....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-644624171802689352</id><published>2008-12-03T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:15:04.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mommy Moment</title><content type='html'>Jeff has been out of town for a work meeting this week so it's been a bit off at night getting the boys bathed and down for bed.  I am still nursing Chase only before bed so it takes me a while to tend to him.  Last night Jake wanted to stay in the bath while I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; Chase down.  It didn't take too long so I came in and checked my email on the computer.  Usually when Jake is needs us he'll just call out for us to come and help him with whatever he needs so I was figuring he was having a good time.  I was only checking email about 5 minutes literally and then got off and went into our bathroom where Jake was still in the bath.  He was just sitting there with his big brown eyes full of tears.  I asked, "what's wrong baby?" and he said, "I was wanting to get out and you weren't here."  So, I said, "well honey, why didn't you call for me?"  His response was so smart and so sweet, he said, "I wanted to but I knew if I yelled for you it would wake up Chase."  I just melted.  Normally I wouldn't have felt bad, I would've thought it was sweet that he was being so considerate of both his brother and myself (HA!) and I would have thought it was a good lesson in patience but, since I was just sitting on the computer I did feel bad only because I could just imagine him sitting there wanting to get out and wanting to yell for me but knowing he couldn't and not knowing when I was going to be back.  How sweet is my little boy!  I don't know many four year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;, and I have know lots over the years, that would think that far outside of the box.  So, for that moment I felt like a bad Mom, of course he got over it quickly but I was reminded that before I stop to do something so unimportant like check email, I need to make sure my children are tended to and have what they need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-644624171802689352?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/644624171802689352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=644624171802689352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/644624171802689352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/644624171802689352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-mommy-moment.html' title='Bad Mommy Moment'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-3040270617866024610</id><published>2008-11-12T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:08:48.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to put up some pictures of our trip to the zoo this weekend!  It was a fantastic day to go, weather was beautiful and the fall colors were on full display.  The boys had fun feeding the peacocks, ducks and seeing all the animals.  I think they especially enjoyed having daddy at the zoo with us as we usually go to the zoo during the week while he's at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRsgLsDkH2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ouXCZ0LwDI4/s1600-h/DSC03080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267839574316687202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRsgLsDkH2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ouXCZ0LwDI4/s320/DSC03080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRsgMeGyCUI/AAAAAAAAANA/V2ptMm2BJhA/s1600-h/DSC03077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267839587751954754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRsgMeGyCUI/AAAAAAAAANA/V2ptMm2BJhA/s320/DSC03077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRsgIZpsZPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/dUJHx0bBIQg/s1600-h/DSC03052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267839517836731634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRsgIZpsZPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/dUJHx0bBIQg/s320/DSC03052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRsgJW4tBMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/g0BF0Nzru98/s1600-h/DSC03074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267839534274249922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRsgJW4tBMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/g0BF0Nzru98/s320/DSC03074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRsgIxRjgDI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZdO96BFk0TA/s1600-h/DSC03056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267839524177936434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRsgIxRjgDI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZdO96BFk0TA/s320/DSC03056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-3040270617866024610?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3040270617866024610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=3040270617866024610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3040270617866024610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3040270617866024610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/11/zoo.html' title='The Zoo'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRsgLsDkH2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ouXCZ0LwDI4/s72-c/DSC03080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-3535369486537673500</id><published>2008-11-10T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:28:37.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Two</title><content type='html'>When I found out we were pregnant with Chase, Jacob was literally the first person I told.  I came running out and yelled, "we're having a baby" and he stood up on the bed and jumped up and down with pure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; at the thought of having a baby sister or brother, at least to the extent a two year old can put it all together.  At first, Jake was set that it was a baby sister.  He would always says, "it's a sister" even if you asked, "what if it's a boy?"  The first picture he saw, which was the 9 week ultrasound, he looked at it, looked at me, I said, "that's the baby..." and he said, "no Mama, that's not a baby that's a fish!"   He watched my belly grow, he talked to it, he rubbed it, kissed it, felt the thumps and bumps, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; kicked it at times but he was in love with this little being that he didn't even know.  It was so sweet.  He was fine when we found out it was a boy.  I really thought he was going to have a hard time but he quickly adapted to saying, "it's a brother" from all those months of "it's a sister."  As the time got closer to Chase's arrival I found myself getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt; sad.  Still excited but sad that it wasn't just going to be Jacob and I or Jeff, Jacob and I.  It was soon going to be a family of four instead of a family of three.  I would lay with him and find myself wondering if we had done the right thing by bringing another baby into this perfectly fine threesome we had although I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt we were giving Jacob the best gift two parent's could give a child, a sibling.  Being an only child myself I knew how special that was as I longed for a sibling my entire life.  So, Chase came, and Jacob did great!  He loved that baby with all his heart.  He acted out towards us a little but that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; have been the terrible 3's, who knows, but I do know he loved Chase.  Now, I see them becoming great friends and beginning a friendship and a relationship that I always longed for.  Sure, they fight and Jake gets frustrated with him but that's normal.  I was just now going through some old documents on our computer and I found this poem, "Loving Two".  I had found it way back when I was pregnant with Chase.  I read it again now and just can't believe how true it is.  I mean, I never really had the problems with Jake like the poem talks about,  I put that pressure on myself, he was fine, but all in all the poem is so true.  It's so sweet and beautiful.  I hope you enjoy and I hope my boys always know how much I love them and how much they have each, individually and together as "brothers", touched and blessed my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Two&lt;br /&gt;  I walk along holding your 2-year-old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship. Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited. And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you? Then he is born, and I watch you. I watch the pain you feel at having to share me as you have never shared me before. I hear you telling me in your own way, “please love only me”.  And I hear myself telling you in mine, I can’t, knowing, in fact, that I never can again. You cry. I cry with you. I almost see our new baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared. A relationship we can never quite have again. But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty. I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying him as though I am betraying you. But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection. More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine. The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast. But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two. There are new times only now, we are three. I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other. I watch how he adores you as I have for so long. I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments. And I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you, I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; given something to you. I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you. I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong. And my question is finally answered, to my amazement. Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you, only differently. And although I realize that you may have to share my time, I now know you'll never share my love. There’s enough of that for both of you. You each have your own supply.   I love you-both. And I thank you both for blessing my life.&lt;br /&gt;Love, MOMMY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-3535369486537673500?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3535369486537673500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=3535369486537673500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3535369486537673500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3535369486537673500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/11/loving-two.html' title='Loving Two'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-2878453458693283278</id><published>2008-11-10T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:11:14.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My peaceful car rides</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Gone are the days of my car rides of just listening to the radio or having peaceful conversations with my son while our other son listened, QUIETLY and contently. Nope, Chase has decided to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pterodactyl, you know the dinosaur&lt;/span&gt;. He literally sounds like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pterodactyl&lt;/span&gt;. He screams for no reason, just to hear himself make noise. I don't know why it surprises me at all giving Chase's personality...BIG!!  Of course once he starts, Jacob starts with something which usually begins as laughing, which in turn gets Chase going even more, and then, once Jacob decides he's had enough, he starts sreaming and whining for Chase to stop.  So enjoy this video, or at least get through it and the next time you have that quiet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;peaceful&lt;/span&gt; ride home, think of me!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="264" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a68d167be9b01d46" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da68d167be9b01d46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331350447%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48488A208D333AE67B1D1E62D9065DDC151D049E.81794E0FF59EE0FFDD70A0399E10030CCD9B630F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da68d167be9b01d46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdaLZ4o0n7uO6oXug8WBOZZvt31s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="264" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da68d167be9b01d46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331350447%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48488A208D333AE67B1D1E62D9065DDC151D049E.81794E0FF59EE0FFDD70A0399E10030CCD9B630F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da68d167be9b01d46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdaLZ4o0n7uO6oXug8WBOZZvt31s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In all honesty, I do love to hear the boys in the back laughing at each other and talking to one another. It really is so fun to watch this little sibling relationship unfold. That being said, I will be happy when our pet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pterodactyl&lt;/span&gt; leaves and we have our sweet baby boy back!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and in case you are wondering, Jeff was driving on this particular day so when the noises started I thought I'd pull out the video for memory sake!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-2878453458693283278?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a68d167be9b01d46&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2878453458693283278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=2878453458693283278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/2878453458693283278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/2878453458693283278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-peaceful-car-rides.html' title='My peaceful car rides'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-7729973172382541811</id><published>2008-11-10T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:53:45.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon Fiesta 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have never taken Jake to the Balloon Fiesta. Not because we don't want to go, but our house is in a neighborhood that is so close to the Balloon Fiesta Park, the balloons fly right over our house and usually land in our streets and for sure in the parks and the fields on either end of our subdivision. We have always figured why deal with the traffic, cold, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crowds&lt;/span&gt;, etc. when we can just drive down the street and get an up close view of the happenings. Well, this year, we decided Jake really needed to experience the actual Balloon Fiesta. So, we got up and out the door by 5:15 am and headed over there. We met up with the other Wyatt's and our friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EJ&lt;/span&gt; and Katie and watched. It was fun. We didn't get as close to the balloons as we should have and if we ever go again we will definitely have to keep that in mind. It always makes for some great pictures when your actually on the field so we do have those. As far as the experience, I'm not so sure Jake got so much out of it. He wasn't as excited as I really thought he'd be. We'll see, now that we know a little more about what to expect and do, if next year is a little more exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRiBRTk9MjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vHPwvISbTAw/s1600-h/Fiesta,+C%27s+1,+JDL+golf,+friends+parties,+park+Adams,+Wyatt+day+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267101898522833458" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRiBRTk9MjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vHPwvISbTAw/s200/Fiesta,+C%27s+1,+JDL+golf,+friends+parties,+park+Adams,+Wyatt+day+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRiBR-rz2EI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hRD7JY-oiVA/s1600-h/Fiesta,+C%27s+1,+JDL+golf,+friends+parties,+park+Adams,+Wyatt+day+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267101910094305346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRiBR-rz2EI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hRD7JY-oiVA/s200/Fiesta,+C%27s+1,+JDL+golf,+friends+parties,+park+Adams,+Wyatt+day+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRiBS6QcdJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/o3XMJ1bBHqw/s1600-h/Fiesta,+C%27s+1,+JDL+golf,+friends+parties,+park+Adams,+Wyatt+day+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267101926085653650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRiBS6QcdJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/o3XMJ1bBHqw/s200/Fiesta,+C%27s+1,+JDL+golf,+friends+parties,+park+Adams,+Wyatt+day+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRiBS4_mnkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tYZvJ9k0Fuo/s1600-h/Fiesta,+C%27s+1,+JDL+golf,+friends+parties,+park+Adams,+Wyatt+day+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267101925746581058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRiBS4_mnkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tYZvJ9k0Fuo/s200/Fiesta,+C%27s+1,+JDL+golf,+friends+parties,+park+Adams,+Wyatt+day+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRiBTCv2LWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_iG4FYS6oWA/s1600-h/Fiesta,+C%27s+1,+JDL+golf,+friends+parties,+park+Adams,+Wyatt+day+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267101928364846434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRiBTCv2LWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_iG4FYS6oWA/s200/Fiesta,+C%27s+1,+JDL+golf,+friends+parties,+park+Adams,+Wyatt+day+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRiBS4_mnkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tYZvJ9k0Fuo/s1600-h/Fiesta,+C%27s+1,+JDL+golf,+friends+parties,+park+Adams,+Wyatt+day+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-7729973172382541811?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7729973172382541811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=7729973172382541811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/7729973172382541811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/7729973172382541811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/11/balloon-fiesta-2008.html' title='Balloon Fiesta 2008'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRiBRTk9MjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vHPwvISbTAw/s72-c/Fiesta,+C%27s+1,+JDL+golf,+friends+parties,+park+Adams,+Wyatt+day+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-8504463471014486006</id><published>2008-11-07T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:36:07.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an imagination!</title><content type='html'>Today after working out at the gym I took Jake swimming.  He's been totally into the "butterfly" stroke after watching the Olympics this summer.  He tries to do it, and it's very cute what he does, though I can't even begin to describe it.  Today, he was doing his butterfly.  Then he said, "Mommy, this is how a shark swims."  I didn't really see what he was doing that was any different so I told him he could put his hand on his head like a shark fin and swim with the other.  He didn't like that idea so much so then decided that a shark swims "fast" and it looked about the same as his regular swimming.  Later, he asked "Mommy, do you want to see how a jellyfish swims...?" "show me," I said.  So, he thought, first he said that yo have to twist your legs together and that's how.  He quickly realized that was not very easy, even with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;floaties&lt;/span&gt;.  So, he let his legs and arms dangle in the water with his back curved around like the head of a jellyfish.  Cute.  When it was about time to leave he was at the opposite side of the pool and asked if he could swim to the steps.  As I watched him swim I saw him doing the strangest thing with his hands.  He had each hand tight with all of the fingers touching.  Then he was touching the fingertips of one hand to the other and then pulling them apart again but with the hand still tight.  I finally asked him what he was doing and he replied, "swimming like a crab."  WOW!  He has such an imagination on him, I would have never thought to do that.  I know, crabs don't technically "swim" but still.  When he was almost at the stairs he said, "look Mommy I can be a different kind of crab too,"  and he now was swimming and pulling his fingers and thumbs apart and then putting them back together like you would do if you were mocking someone who was talking a lot.  He is just so darn cute and I just wanted to remember this story.  It doesn't do it much justice without the visual so really this post is more for me than anyone else but I hope you were able to picture it as much as possible and enjoyed it in some way.  Wouldn't it be great if we all maintained the imagination of a child!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-8504463471014486006?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8504463471014486006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=8504463471014486006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/8504463471014486006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/8504463471014486006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-imagination.html' title='What an imagination!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-2209823257581660769</id><published>2008-11-05T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:47:42.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, no more thumb!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my previous post was about Jacob deciding to give up thumb sucking. I wrote it with some hesitation, thumb sucking is suppose to be a hard habit to break. Not for Jake! Once he decided he was done, he was really done! Even when he's asleep, that thumb never goes in his mouth. I am so impressed and have decided, from looking back at big milestones in Jacob's 4 years of life, that once he decides to do something, he does it and does it full on. He did it with walking, he did it with potty-training he's done it with the thumb sucking. We can ask and push and talk about it but he won't do something until he's ready and when he does that's that, there's no looking back. So, I guess we can say good-bye to the thumb, it was a good friend while it was here but Jake's a big boy now and doesn't need it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but don't think that let Dr. Y off the hook. No, no, when you tell Jacob you're gonna do something you better do it! We called like we said we would when he first said he was ready to be done. They couldn't get us in for the appointment for a few weeks, which ended up being yesterday. I was worried that Jake would give up and not be excited to do it anymore in that time but as I said, he quit. So we went to our appointment yesterday as planned and as promised. Dr. Y talked to Jake and gave him this whole plan of attack that we have to do for the next week. Jacob listened very intently like he was still needing this process to stop and needed to know how to do it. So, we left, with the whole hoopla of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thumb sucking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gadgets&lt;/span&gt; in tow. Jake is excited to still do it and Dr. Y has done a fabulous job entertaining him with it (he put a whole thing together and he is having Jake call him every night for a week! He's awesome!) although we all know he's over it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMtMZhGRdI/AAAAAAAAALg/j2heYss_ZUA/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265602080357631442" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMtMZhGRdI/AAAAAAAAALg/j2heYss_ZUA/s200/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMtMmlHxpI/AAAAAAAAALo/95-NPnHBwm0/s1600-h/DSC02053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265602083864168082" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMtMmlHxpI/AAAAAAAAALo/95-NPnHBwm0/s200/DSC02053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMtMhb3GZI/AAAAAAAAALw/mu32jQrDoqU/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265602082483149202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMtMhb3GZI/AAAAAAAAALw/mu32jQrDoqU/s200/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-2209823257581660769?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2209823257581660769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=2209823257581660769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/2209823257581660769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/2209823257581660769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/11/really-no-more-thumb.html' title='Really, no more thumb!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMtMZhGRdI/AAAAAAAAALg/j2heYss_ZUA/s72-c/DSC00040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-6903693770287542299</id><published>2008-11-05T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:38:45.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMbsmmMwZI/AAAAAAAAALA/wllYL5sURKw/s1600-h/October+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265582842415202706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMbsmmMwZI/AAAAAAAAALA/wllYL5sURKw/s200/October+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it wouldn't be right for me to not post birthday pics of Chase's first birthday celebration. We had a small get together with close family at Mammy and Grampy's house. It was fun. Chase was not so sure at first about the cake but then got into it a bit. So, here's som pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMbs8GEx0I/AAAAAAAAALI/SmIbr5qc7pM/s1600-h/October+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265582848186042178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMbs8GEx0I/AAAAAAAAALI/SmIbr5qc7pM/s200/October+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMdbzUip0I/AAAAAAAAALY/92wji9Sz7aE/s1600-h/October+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265584752796280642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMdbzUip0I/AAAAAAAAALY/92wji9Sz7aE/s200/October+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMbs8GEx0I/AAAAAAAAALI/SmIbr5qc7pM/s1600-h/October+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMdbzUip0I/AAAAAAAAALY/92wji9Sz7aE/s1600-h/October+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMbs8GEx0I/AAAAAAAAALI/SmIbr5qc7pM/s1600-h/October+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMdbzUip0I/AAAAAAAAALY/92wji9Sz7aE/s1600-h/October+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-6903693770287542299?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6903693770287542299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=6903693770287542299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/6903693770287542299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/6903693770287542299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/11/chases-1st-birthday.html' title='Chase&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SRMbsmmMwZI/AAAAAAAAALA/wllYL5sURKw/s72-c/October+2008+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-8760364914128050713</id><published>2008-10-16T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:55:31.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more thumb...</title><content type='html'>Well, a few months ago when we went to see the Dentist, Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yarbrough&lt;/span&gt; he told Jake that when he was ready to stop sucking his thumb to call him and he had a whole program for him to do and in the end Dr. Y would come to our home and give Jacob a surprise. He isn't always sucking his thumb, mainly when he has his Teddy, "to smell Teddy" he says is why he does it. He wraps his tail around his fingers in a very specific way, puts his thumb in his mouth and has Teddy's tail up by his nose. Strange what kids do but it's pretty sweet. Anyway, Dr. Y had noticed what the call a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cross bite&lt;/span&gt; forming on Jacob due to his thumb. No biggie but not a great thing either. Well, we've asked him here and there about stopping and he always says "tomorrow". The other day, he told me "Mommy, can we call Dr. Y and tell him I'm done sucking my thumb?" He's mentioned this before only to see about the surprise so I kind of let it go but then he asked again and again and said he was really ready!! So, we have a call into Dr. Y and we'll see what happens. He's actually been doing pretty well these last few days. I've seen him catch himself and pull his thumb out of his mouth and he said he can just hold Teddy's tail up to smell it without his thumb! We'll see but this could be a big step!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-8760364914128050713?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8760364914128050713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=8760364914128050713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/8760364914128050713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/8760364914128050713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-more-thumb.html' title='No more thumb...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-2270219424476706620</id><published>2008-10-16T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:44:46.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Labor</title><content type='html'>Don't hate us, but we believe in child labor around here.  I mean, what's the point in having kids if they can't help around the house, right?  We get them started early.  Chase is learning how to do the laundry, clear the dishwasher and make a family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPdgXuRmLFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-cPWkZxgktw/s1600-h/August+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257777050653437010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPdgXuRmLFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-cPWkZxgktw/s320/August+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPdgYByWTxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/r6qlyDQLk-o/s1600-h/August+2008+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPdgYByWTxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/r6qlyDQLk-o/s1600-h/August+2008+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257777055891083026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPdgYByWTxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/r6qlyDQLk-o/s320/August+2008+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPdgYXD4FYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/w915ofq7zbw/s1600-h/August+2008+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257777061601744258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPdgYXD4FYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/w915ofq7zbw/s320/August+2008+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-2270219424476706620?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2270219424476706620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=2270219424476706620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/2270219424476706620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/2270219424476706620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/10/child-labor.html' title='Child Labor'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPdgXuRmLFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-cPWkZxgktw/s72-c/August+2008+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-2245229375460226075</id><published>2008-10-13T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:39:37.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times at the Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPNJ5HsDGjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PbE3dFq6Yjo/s1600-h/August+2008+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256626435736672818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPNJ5HsDGjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PbE3dFq6Yjo/s320/August+2008+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPNJ5ZVpQSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oYEktiSmLA0/s1600-h/August+2008+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256626440474542370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPNJ5ZVpQSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oYEktiSmLA0/s320/August+2008+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPNJ5YZkOCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i9JKFDHq0YE/s1600-h/August+2008+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256626440222554146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPNJ5YZkOCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i9JKFDHq0YE/s320/August+2008+256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPNJ5jdwYhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LiMdEMHUkME/s1600-h/August+2008+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256626443192918546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPNJ5jdwYhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LiMdEMHUkME/s320/August+2008+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPNJ5nAJ08I/AAAAAAAAAKI/gL1DQbziByQ/s1600-h/August+2008+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256626444142498754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPNJ5nAJ08I/AAAAAAAAAKI/gL1DQbziByQ/s320/August+2008+267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago Jeff and Jacob went to the lake with our great friends, Russ, Joy and their three boys. What a great time they had!! Why you ask did Chase and I not go? At this point in time Chase is an absolute terror who is into EVERYTHING and for some reason, having a one year old like that on a boat just didn't appease to me. So, we stayed home and did some things around the house. Maybe next year we can join in the fun and what fun they had as evident in the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-2245229375460226075?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2245229375460226075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=2245229375460226075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/2245229375460226075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/2245229375460226075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-times-at-lake.html' title='Good Times at the Lake'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SPNJ5HsDGjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PbE3dFq6Yjo/s72-c/August+2008+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-5302865577529174851</id><published>2008-09-30T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:23:22.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sour Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SOJtrFzlxEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vfXTEg1YPPU/s1600-h/Late+September+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251880702527784002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SOJtrFzlxEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vfXTEg1YPPU/s320/Late+September+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SOJtrSTCOtI/AAAAAAAAAI4/P3gLwLWfYCE/s1600-h/Late+September+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251880705880898258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SOJtrSTCOtI/AAAAAAAAAI4/P3gLwLWfYCE/s320/Late+September+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SOJtrtLhmHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CJ2g6WpgQiw/s1600-h/Late+September+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251880713097156722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SOJtrtLhmHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CJ2g6WpgQiw/s320/Late+September+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a lemon liker!! One day we gave Chase a lemon to see the funny face he'd make when given something sour. We waited and waited and waited with every little suck or bite with anticipation of the funny moment (don't pretend you've never done this, every parent does purely for entertainment!), NOTHING! Okay, I guess a little shudder at the new flavor but nothing like I have seen with other children. Now, whenever he sees a lemon he wants it and he wants it NOW! So, I put a couple pictures up to prove it. Yes, I am fully aware of the damage lemons can do to tooth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enamel&lt;/span&gt; and I think about it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he eats one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-5302865577529174851?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5302865577529174851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=5302865577529174851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/5302865577529174851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/5302865577529174851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-sour-face.html' title='No Sour Face'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SOJtrFzlxEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vfXTEg1YPPU/s72-c/Late+September+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-3235229040619076510</id><published>2008-09-25T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:16:11.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a walker...kindof...</title><content type='html'>Last week on Friday, one day after Chase turned one he took a few steps, three to be exact!  Then he took two more, I think to humor me as I had missed the first three and Jeff got to see.  He has sence reverted back to crawling and thinks it's great fun to tease us by standing up very proud making us anticipate a step and then quickly plopping to his tush with a big "gotcha" grin on his face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-3235229040619076510?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3235229040619076510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=3235229040619076510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3235229040619076510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3235229040619076510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-have-walkerkindof.html' title='We have a walker...kindof...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-8847783754571140641</id><published>2008-09-25T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:13:49.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"F" is for Fuzzy</title><content type='html'>Each week at Jacob's school they have a new letter of the week.  On Wednesdays the children are able to bring in a "show and tell" that starts with the specific letter of that week.  This week was "F" week.  So, on Tuesday Jake and I were talking about what he could take the next day that started with the letter "F".  We were having a hard time doing this for some reason.  He had planned on taking a frog that is a part of a game he has at Mammy's house but he lost it.  He was trying to think of something and much to his dismay most of the items did not actually start with the letter "F".  Then he says "I know Mommy, I can take my teddy!"  He holds him up very proudly.   "Well, honey, I say, "that's a good idea but teddy starts with t-t-t (this was me sounding out the letter "T" for him) T."  His response was priceless and might I add truly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;, "yes Mommy but he is fuzzy and fuzzy starts with the letter "F"!"  Now, how is a mom suppose to argue with that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt; reasoning and logic!  Brilliant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-8847783754571140641?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8847783754571140641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=8847783754571140641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/8847783754571140641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/8847783754571140641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/f-is-for-fuzzy.html' title='&quot;F&quot; is for Fuzzy'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-1087920164383727362</id><published>2008-09-19T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:04:37.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Brothers Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNQhwC7izOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uHz90skavFw/s1600-h/Chase+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247856575097523426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNQhwC7izOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uHz90skavFw/s320/Chase+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is truly one of my all time favorite photos, nothing fancy but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;innocence&lt;/span&gt; and sweetness of it is enough said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-1087920164383727362?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/1087920164383727362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=1087920164383727362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/1087920164383727362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/1087920164383727362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-brothers-meet.html' title='Two Brothers Meet'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNQhwC7izOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uHz90skavFw/s72-c/Chase+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-5167848797445937766</id><published>2008-09-19T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:01:32.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Chase...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNQhGetCXCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Oz2wei_IkbA/s1600-h/Chase+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247855860998364194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNQhGetCXCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Oz2wei_IkbA/s320/Chase+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNQhGkbKWII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lROnMA6i0_g/s1600-h/Chase+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247855862534002818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNQhGkbKWII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lROnMA6i0_g/s320/Chase+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNQhG8EAsuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gyTREmQj_yw/s1600-h/Chase+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247855868879352546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNQhG8EAsuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gyTREmQj_yw/s320/Chase+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNQhG3gC3II/AAAAAAAAAIg/l6YYhubLuMU/s1600-h/Chase+in+bath+1+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247855867654757506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNQhG3gC3II/AAAAAAAAAIg/l6YYhubLuMU/s320/Chase+in+bath+1+year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY HOW YOU'VE GROWN!&lt;/div&gt;Loving every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-5167848797445937766?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5167848797445937766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=5167848797445937766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/5167848797445937766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/5167848797445937766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-chase.html' title='Baby Chase...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNQhGetCXCI/AAAAAAAAAII/Oz2wei_IkbA/s72-c/Chase+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-54859929289475778</id><published>2008-09-18T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:46:21.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday Jacob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNMbh7RN5BI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sviQhda71yk/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247568260476298258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNMbh7RN5BI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sviQhda71yk/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNPlX6JE7dI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KRibPXbA0Eg/s1600-h/Early+September+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247790189723839954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNPlX6JE7dI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KRibPXbA0Eg/s320/Early+September+2008+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am on the laptop and ALL of our baby pictures of Jake are on here I thought I'd put a picture of his first day here four years ago, September 2, 2004! What a sweet baby he was and what a sweet boy he still is! We have been so blessed to have him in our lives. Such joy he brings to us everyday. I can't believe it's been four years ago. It seems like yesterday we began this journey as parents and yet I can't even remember life without these boys! Thank you Jacob for the past four years, you are an amazing blessing and we thank God for you everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-54859929289475778?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/54859929289475778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=54859929289475778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/54859929289475778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/54859929289475778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-4th-birthday-jacob.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday Jacob!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNMbh7RN5BI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sviQhda71yk/s72-c/DSC00038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-5572014764950308041</id><published>2008-09-18T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:20:19.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Chase!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, a year ago this morning I looked like the pictures below, a year ago at this point in time, 9:10 pm, I was just getting home from the hospital after a long afternoon that was only suppose to be a regular appointment.  I was told to stay by my doctor, didn't want to, wanted to be at home so the doctor on call let me go.  I'm a crazy lady like that, don't like hospitals, medical stuff or anything else that has to do with any of that.  Thanks to my Hubby and wonderful sister-in-law Hannah for humoring me that night!  Anyway, so I was just getting home with mild contractions, took a shower watched some TV with Jeff and WOW did the contractions start!!  Water broke here at home at 11:15pm and Baby Chase came into this world at 11:37 pm.  Yes, we made it to the hospital all thanks to my awesome Husband and his amazing, but crazy, driving that usually freaks me out but not this night!!  I am on our laptop right now which don't have pictures of this amazing time but when I get a chance tomorrow I will put some "then and now" pictures up.  I guess since it was so late most of our pictures are from the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anyway and for quite some time after he was born I would have to catch myself when people would ask because I had it in my mind that he would be here the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; but he wanted to come just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smidgen&lt;/span&gt; before!  HAPPY 1st BIRTHDAY sweet Baby Chase!  We love you with every ounce of our being!  We thank God for you EVERYDAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-5572014764950308041?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5572014764950308041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=5572014764950308041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/5572014764950308041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/5572014764950308041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-1st-birthday-chase.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Chase!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-6027628786858802079</id><published>2008-09-17T15:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:53:07.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This time last year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNKi7ZXDsfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/E4PW8ANH788/s1600-h/Chase+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247435657143628274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNKi7ZXDsfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/E4PW8ANH788/s320/Chase+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNKi7mSWDKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VgjUfrgap5Y/s1600-h/Chase+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247435660613520546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNKi7mSWDKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VgjUfrgap5Y/s320/Chase+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked like this...which I thought was pretty cute...Really...I thought I was cute? Seriously, if you think a giant belly coming straight for you is cute! YIKES!! Ahhh, the things we tell ourselves to get through pregnancy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-6027628786858802079?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6027628786858802079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=6027628786858802079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/6027628786858802079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/6027628786858802079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-time-last-year.html' title='This time last year...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNKi7ZXDsfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/E4PW8ANH788/s72-c/Chase+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-2839778662248433800</id><published>2008-09-17T15:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:47:54.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers and Congrats for the "H" Family</title><content type='html'>So, I can't quite spill the beans yet BUT we have some very BLESSED news! Some of our dearest friends who have been told by doctors that they would never have a child on their own without medical help have been blessed with a little bean in that belly!!! It is a gift from God, as all children are, but when you are told it will never happen and it does without even trying, what a miracle!! I can't share the name or other info yet but I do ask that you lift this family up in prayer and ask God to make this a VERY smooth and healthy pregnancy. When I get the go ahead I will share all the amazing news and just HOW much of a miracle this is, in more ways than one, but for now please keep them in your prayers and know they are appreciated!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-2839778662248433800?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2839778662248433800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=2839778662248433800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/2839778662248433800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/2839778662248433800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/prayers-and-congrats-for-h-family.html' title='Prayers and Congrats for the &quot;H&quot; Family'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-7437920112863762089</id><published>2008-09-17T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:41:28.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy and Jake get some quality "guys" time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGHGsNEvSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5ZI0VK9jJLI/s1600-h/August+2008+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247123589878299938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGHGsNEvSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5ZI0VK9jJLI/s320/August+2008+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGHG09i-jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YEdVzsV8HZY/s1600-h/August+2008+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247123592229091890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGHG09i-jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YEdVzsV8HZY/s320/August+2008+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGHHNAWkYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Gr3BDsYPwP4/s1600-h/August+2008+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247123598683312514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGHHNAWkYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Gr3BDsYPwP4/s320/August+2008+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGHHgdIRxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EUcmLnd4S5E/s1600-h/August+2008+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247123603904284434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGHHgdIRxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EUcmLnd4S5E/s320/August+2008+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake and Jeff had a good boys day out a few weeks ago and went fishing at a little place here in town called Shady Lakes. You know, one of those places that has about a million fish in a lake the size of a kiddy pool you buy at target so you're guarenteed a fish.  Anyway, it's quite pretty and on a slow day it can be peaceful too. I enjoy it and usually would have been up for going however for some reason taking a crawling, stubborn (yes, I called my baby stubborn!) 11 month old to a place like that just didn't seem appealing to me this day. So, I told Jeff he and Jake should have a "boys day" and off they went. Jacob was so thrilled to have this special time with Daddy. He got to drink lots of soda, eat candy and catch some fish, what more could a boy ask for!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-7437920112863762089?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7437920112863762089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=7437920112863762089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/7437920112863762089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/7437920112863762089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/daddy-and-jake-get-some-quality-guys.html' title='Daddy and Jake get some quality &quot;guys&quot; time'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGHGsNEvSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5ZI0VK9jJLI/s72-c/August+2008+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-1506005892181416841</id><published>2008-09-17T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:31:51.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the "fun" at the stables</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While waiting in line for the horseback riding they had games for the kids to play. Horseshoes, toss the ball through the hole, and they had other horses and animals to look at. The boys loved looking at the animals. Chase wasn't so sure at first since he's never seen an animal that big up close but he quickly warmed up and gave the horses some love. Oh, and the "ball toss" should have been called "toss the soaking wet with nasty dirty water ball through the hole" game as evident in Jacob's face in one of the pictures. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; the kids don't understand the process of squeezing the water out of the ball. Nope, instead, they just threw the ball drenched in brown, dirty water and who knows what else and didn't care what or who was in it's path. Nice! And, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; my son doesn't understand the concept of GETTING OUT OF THE WAY!! I finally gave up! Here's some cute pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGDiw8OAaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Bc329NTqmIM/s1600-h/August+2008+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247119674139607458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGDiw8OAaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Bc329NTqmIM/s320/August+2008+181.jpg" width="636" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGDhknFfVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Qf5A0_VKy9s/s1600-h/August+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247119653649874258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGDhknFfVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Qf5A0_VKy9s/s320/August+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGDjKeCl0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TX1e0AGY9jo/s1600-h/August+2008+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247119680992352066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGDjKeCl0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TX1e0AGY9jo/s320/August+2008+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGDiC9jtYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qRG5mEYP37w/s1600-h/August+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247119661797193090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGDiC9jtYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qRG5mEYP37w/s320/August+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGDitds-fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FihkKNZjK9o/s1600-h/August+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247119673206307314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGDitds-fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FihkKNZjK9o/s320/August+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-1506005892181416841?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/1506005892181416841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=1506005892181416841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/1506005892181416841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/1506005892181416841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-fun-at-stables.html' title='And the &quot;fun&quot; at the stables'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNGDiw8OAaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Bc329NTqmIM/s72-c/August+2008+181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-7795627938304493614</id><published>2008-09-17T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:43:11.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake goes horseback riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFOH-tW2HI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Am2ZtDK4PwY/s1600-h/August+2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247060939862628466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFOH-tW2HI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Am2ZtDK4PwY/s320/August+2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFOIftyIgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/G7UQngzNdyU/s1600-h/August+2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247060948722786818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFOIftyIgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/G7UQngzNdyU/s320/August+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFOIeT19lI/AAAAAAAAAFo/K9Sg8TQbyIY/s1600-h/August+2008+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247060948345550418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFOIeT19lI/AAAAAAAAAFo/K9Sg8TQbyIY/s320/August+2008+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While my Dad was here Jeff found a great little place that was giving free horseback riding and fun for families here in Albuquerque. All you needed was a little patience to stand in line and deal with the warm New Mexico air. It was lots of fun and Jake, as you can see on his face in the pictures, was SO excited, it was pretty cute!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-7795627938304493614?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7795627938304493614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=7795627938304493614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/7795627938304493614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/7795627938304493614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/jake-goes-horseback-riding.html' title='Jake goes horseback riding'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFOH-tW2HI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Am2ZtDK4PwY/s72-c/August+2008+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-8837829865534780003</id><published>2008-09-17T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:19:44.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa came...and then he left again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFJSGDvZrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rGNuzsU5QUE/s1600-h/August+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247055616076113586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFJSGDvZrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rGNuzsU5QUE/s320/August+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFJSYjALyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YZMM7atGUhI/s1600-h/August+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247055621039075106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFJSYjALyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YZMM7atGUhI/s320/August+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFJSsAK3HI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MsRNqpi_8zg/s1600-h/August+2008+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247055626261683314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFJSsAK3HI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MsRNqpi_8zg/s320/August+2008+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFJTDZhfCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MSIn8sFK4LQ/s1600-h/August+2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247055632542039074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFJTDZhfCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MSIn8sFK4LQ/s320/August+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know my Dad is working in Iraq. He's been there since October of 2005. Basically, as I was saying goodbye to Dad we were welcoming Jeff home. Anyway, he came back for a 2 week visit in August and we had a great time. Jacob is now at the age that he knows Papa and LOVES him so much. He kept trying to figure out exactly how many more days we had with Papa until he had to leave again. A few days before he left Jake and I were talking before bedtime about him and how he was going to be going back to Iraq and we were going to be saying goodbye at the airport. Jake's big brown eyes filled with tears. I asked him what was wrong and he said nothing, I think a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; and trying to figure out where this flood of emotion was coming from and if it was okay to feel this way. I then asked, "are you sad Papa's leaving?" He said yes and buried his head into my chest which of course broke my heart and caused my tears to flow. Not only was sad that my Dad was leaving again but I was heartbroken that my son was feeling this hurt of having to say goodbye to his Papa!  He is such a sweet boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase was loving having Dad here too!  The last time they saw each other, which was also the first time they met, was back in November when Chase was only 2 months old!  What a difference 9 months makes!!  Dad and the boys had a great time together and we loved having him home for a while!! &lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU PAPA/DAD!!!  COME HOME SOON!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-8837829865534780003?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8837829865534780003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=8837829865534780003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/8837829865534780003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/8837829865534780003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/papa-cameand-then-he-left-again.html' title='Papa came...and then he left again...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFJSGDvZrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rGNuzsU5QUE/s72-c/August+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-4054315100538005936</id><published>2008-09-17T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:56:16.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Belly Laugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b5e21322abcb65c4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5e21322abcb65c4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331350447%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD33F806C80E31472D267F0C18BDDECAB33F522E.2A52FEC750D98B7FE87C4F9316BEB64F26769F22%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5e21322abcb65c4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLknHjn1euUPf2J0fOZJD7s01D48&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5e21322abcb65c4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331350447%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD33F806C80E31472D267F0C18BDDECAB33F522E.2A52FEC750D98B7FE87C4F9316BEB64F26769F22%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5e21322abcb65c4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLknHjn1euUPf2J0fOZJD7s01D48&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is absolutely nothing like the sound of a good belly laugh coming from a baby and there is no better person than an older sibling to make that sound come to life!!  Hope you enjoy the video, as much as I do!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-4054315100538005936?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b5e21322abcb65c4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4054315100538005936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=4054315100538005936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/4054315100538005936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/4054315100538005936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-belly-laugh.html' title='A Good Belly Laugh!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-5254850874186523561</id><published>2008-09-17T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:45:30.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to all our summer babies...</title><content type='html'>We had lots of birthdays this summer that I unfortunately forgot to take my camera to.  So, I will just give a "shout out" here to all our summer babies!&lt;br /&gt;Isabella Adams&lt;br /&gt;Mason Barone&lt;br /&gt;Mason Vihstadt&lt;br /&gt;All of these friends turned 4 this summer and we had such a great time at their parties all of which happened to be at Hoot's, a play place with lots of jumpers, slides and other fun stuff to play on.  Sorry I didn't have my camera guys but we love you had hope you had a great 4th birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-5254850874186523561?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5254850874186523561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=5254850874186523561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/5254850874186523561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/5254850874186523561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-all-our-summer-babies.html' title='Happy Birthday to all our summer babies...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-7241482954014212113</id><published>2008-09-17T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:42:05.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday McKay and Goodbye Comer Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFBSvCV7kI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A6R9Vx54erk/s1600-h/August+2008+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247046830983081538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFBSvCV7kI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A6R9Vx54erk/s320/August+2008+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our buddy McKay turns 3 in October however his Daddy got a job with a university in Texas so in early August they had a Birthday/going away party all in one. It was a great spiderman themed occasion with yummy food and cupcakes and of course a fantastic jumper!! Thanks Comer family, we're going to miss you so!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-7241482954014212113?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7241482954014212113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=7241482954014212113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/7241482954014212113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/7241482954014212113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-3rd-birthday-mckay-and-goodbye.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday McKay and Goodbye Comer Family'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SNFBSvCV7kI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A6R9Vx54erk/s72-c/August+2008+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-3544036609208041343</id><published>2008-09-17T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:32:50.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO SUMMER UPDATES...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I broke the train of thought on summer with the videos of Jake but they were just so cute I had to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-3544036609208041343?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3544036609208041343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=3544036609208041343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3544036609208041343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3544036609208041343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-summer-updates.html' title='BACK TO SUMMER UPDATES...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-2522458413568820008</id><published>2008-09-11T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:25:32.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppets!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b0c29cd4592db156" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db0c29cd4592db156%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331350447%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13D0CB49574D7979795A73C7742120DA5C7E1847.2664E43AEAC90EDB8612C964AADAFA0138D7E95B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db0c29cd4592db156%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV3EdBwUgmWpLGTW8aSXqJVf2fAI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, I couldn't resist!  I had to post this of the kids at Puppet's too!  It's so fun to see them getting into it and having fun!!  Thanks for letting me share!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-2522458413568820008?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b0c29cd4592db156&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2522458413568820008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=2522458413568820008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/2522458413568820008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/2522458413568820008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/puppets.html' title='Puppets!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-3498784688164220747</id><published>2008-09-11T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:09:39.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and See...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c694e2ab74b93568" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc694e2ab74b93568%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331350447%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D434622228BBDAC6E07993ADEB79473420EB536C1.E42A3D350B8F8EC5E143DCD3AA5A901F093F1D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc694e2ab74b93568%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcTfO7E-YIfLyG1rpIauvLnEJDZU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc694e2ab74b93568%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331350447%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D434622228BBDAC6E07993ADEB79473420EB536C1.E42A3D350B8F8EC5E143DCD3AA5A901F093F1D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc694e2ab74b93568%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcTfO7E-YIfLyG1rpIauvLnEJDZU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jake has now started back at Preschool.  We are so blessed (thanks Mom!) to be able to send him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoffmantown's&lt;/span&gt; Kid's Express.  It's at a church here in town and it's just fantastic!  Yesterday was their first day of the year doing Puppets which is essentially a time of Praise and Worship for the little ones.  They get a bible story and then get to sing and dance and just love the Lord!!  I stayed to watch and was utterly amazed watching Jacob.  His class came in a little early so they got to do one of the songs with the younger kids.  I couldn't believe he remembered it AND a lot of the sign language/moves for it!!  It made me realize just how much we DO need to find a home church here and get him, as well as the rest of us, involved!!  He is on fire and I want to nurture that as much as we can!  Thank you Auntie Kim and Miss Linda for volunteering for this HUGE part of Kid's Express and being such a blessing to our kiddos!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Sorry the video is a bit fuzzy, I was taking it with my regular camera.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-3498784688164220747?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c694e2ab74b93568&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3498784688164220747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=3498784688164220747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3498784688164220747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3498784688164220747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/come-and-see.html' title='Come and See...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-3853480221532514315</id><published>2008-09-03T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:38:10.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake goes to soccer camp!</title><content type='html'>Jacob did soccer camp this summer. He did one at the beginning of the summer and the other in late June. Both were with the same Soccer association so he got to know the coaches well. The head coach is Chris.  Jake called him "Miss Chris" and continued to do so even after several corrections, rightfully so as everyone one he's ever had as a coach or teacher has been a woman so he has always addressed them as "Miss". Chris is a man but was so kind to Jake and said "he can call me Miss Chris for as long as he wants, I love it!"  Thanks Chris, I do appreciate your understanding of our little man!  Anyway, camp was great! He was the youngest kid out there and while he did let his younger age show at times he really held his own with the older kids and did a great job! He absolutely LOVED it! I liked that it was a very relaxed thing as some of the soccer leagues can be a bit competitive. I just wanted him to go get some excercise, learn the game and most importantly HAVE FUN and that's exactly what he did!  Our buddy Nolan joined us for the second camp which made it all the more fun for Jake, they had a great time!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7XMqj7GLI/AAAAAAAAADg/vK9QRdjPVfY/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241863628889200818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7XMqj7GLI/AAAAAAAAADg/vK9QRdjPVfY/s320/DSC00561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7XMA2TCBI/AAAAAAAAADY/IVxQHioovZI/s1600-h/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241863617691977746" style="WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" height="243" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7XMA2TCBI/AAAAAAAAADY/IVxQHioovZI/s320/DSC00556.JPG" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7XM4iDDdI/AAAAAAAAADo/GRAd97YhAFE/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241863632639430098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7XM4iDDdI/AAAAAAAAADo/GRAd97YhAFE/s320/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7XNCCoGKI/AAAAAAAAADw/SkML0tha_H4/s1600-h/DSC00568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241863635191994530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7XNCCoGKI/AAAAAAAAADw/SkML0tha_H4/s320/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7XL96An8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kD8LYOJ_yh0/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241863616902242242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7XL96An8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kD8LYOJ_yh0/s320/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-3853480221532514315?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3853480221532514315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=3853480221532514315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3853480221532514315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3853480221532514315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/jake-goes-to-soccer-camp.html' title='Jake goes to soccer camp!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7XMqj7GLI/AAAAAAAAADg/vK9QRdjPVfY/s72-c/DSC00561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-6898030191162785699</id><published>2008-09-03T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:19:19.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playin' in the rain</title><content type='html'>It's been pretty rainy here the last month or so. Jake has been loving it and we go play in it when we get a chance. On one of these occasions he was having so much fun running in circles like an airplane around our car. Then he was pretending to play baseball. I just added some cute pictures for memories sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7UwQF_NpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kqVGUAPsDe4/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241860941724726930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7UwQF_NpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kqVGUAPsDe4/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7UxPnFmVI/AAAAAAAAADI/pkqOFna3t_Y/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241860958774991186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7UxPnFmVI/AAAAAAAAADI/pkqOFna3t_Y/s320/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7UwiqkhLI/AAAAAAAAADA/l9o80ZqvQW4/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241860946710004914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7UwiqkhLI/AAAAAAAAADA/l9o80ZqvQW4/s320/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-6898030191162785699?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6898030191162785699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=6898030191162785699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/6898030191162785699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/6898030191162785699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/playin-in-rain.html' title='Playin&apos; in the rain'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7UwQF_NpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kqVGUAPsDe4/s72-c/DSC00543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-4379639263281644366</id><published>2008-09-03T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:09:39.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, Jacob wanted to take his goggles to swim lessons. I said fine. When we got there the head lady talked to all of us, about 70 with kids, parents and guards total, maybe more. She says they don't want the kids to use goggles so that they can get use to the water without them. She said something to the effect (about this time I was telling Jake we weren't going to wear them, he was holding them in his hands) that you need to learn to be comfortable in the water without them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; you get into a situation where you don't have them, like a safety thing. Cool, that's fine with me. Well, Jake LOSES it! He starts crying that he can't open his eyes under water without them (yes, that's the guards whole point honey!) and he needs them to swim. Everyone is looking at us with the sad, I feel for you Mom, look that you give a mom you feel sorry for. He continues to cry. I say we're going to leave if he doesn't stop, he cries harder and then settles down. Then we go to our guard who is going to be our teacher, they head to the BABY pool, ugh!!! Jake wants to go to the big pool and I had told him that was where his lessons were going to be because the guy I had spoke with before hand told us that's where he'd be. A friend from HS has her son there who is Jake's age. We are both like "oh no, not the baby pool our kids are too advanced for that". I mean, they were practicing blowing bubbles which is great but Jake is past that!! So, we talk to the head lady and say we'd like to see if they can move us to the big pool. Meanwhile, her little boy is swimming around and doing awesome, my wonderful Jake is crying because he has water in his eyes, yeah, really advanced!!!! So, she watches and they go to the big pool and we stay. He's now crying because water went up his nose (luckily the lady didn't see this). I'm telling him we can leave if he doesn't want to be there, he cries harder and says he wants to be in the big pool. He plays some and does Ring Around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rosie&lt;/span&gt; with everyone and search for the penny. He's settled down. Then they go to the side and hold on and start kicking. the lady comes back, he's now crying because he is hitting his legs on the bottom of the pool and it's scratching him. The lady says we'll see how he does tomorrow and decide what to do. He played for a while longer and then it was over. I couldn't believe it! Not how I thought it would go at all. So, we will go back tomorrow and blow bubbles and see what happens. I was trying not to be the crazy mom yelling at her kid for crying in the pool (these people don't know that he actually is fine in the water, for all they know he's scared out of his mind!) but I was SO bugged!!! Oh well, what can you do. I'm hoping he was just tired and stuff but we'll see tomorrow. That's the swim lesson nightmare!! Oh, and at some point he was crying because the kids were splashing him, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aghhhh&lt;/span&gt;! And all of that happened in 30 minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...that was the first day but we went back and finished out the 2 weeks. He stayed in the "baby" pool for his lessons but was very happy in the end when they got to go down the slide into the "big" pool. He officially graduated from the preschool swimming lessons program and learned a big lesson...First impressions DO last so be careful how you behave on the first day of anything!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking over to the big slide (I have no idea when Lifeguards started wearing skimpy 2 piece swimsuits by the way), getting ready to go down the big slide and holding his "diploma" for graduating swim lessons.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7ReNykPRI/AAAAAAAAACw/yNXaCkzO02E/s1600-h/Early+Summer+2008+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241857333333867794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7ReNykPRI/AAAAAAAAACw/yNXaCkzO02E/s320/Early+Summer+2008+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7Rdv-UxQI/AAAAAAAAACg/ryVaaCUojZ8/s1600-h/Early+Summer+2008+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241857325330121986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7Rdv-UxQI/AAAAAAAAACg/ryVaaCUojZ8/s320/Early+Summer+2008+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7RdyC5A9I/AAAAAAAAACo/qF-nIg_AB8I/s1600-h/Early+Summer+2008+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241857325886145490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7RdyC5A9I/AAAAAAAAACo/qF-nIg_AB8I/s320/Early+Summer+2008+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-4379639263281644366?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4379639263281644366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=4379639263281644366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/4379639263281644366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/4379639263281644366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/swimming-lessons.html' title='Swimming lessons'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SL7ReNykPRI/AAAAAAAAACw/yNXaCkzO02E/s72-c/Early+Summer+2008+183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-1145875812129406924</id><published>2008-09-03T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:10:35.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>WOW! I have really been bad about updating this! Above you will find what we've been up to since July. It's been a busy few weeks but we've had lots of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-1145875812129406924?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/1145875812129406924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=1145875812129406924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/1145875812129406924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/1145875812129406924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-7605935690639355281</id><published>2008-07-21T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:41:22.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob goes to the Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SIUPicFUpxI/AAAAAAAAACA/7k5REX_7H14/s1600-h/Jacob%27s+1st+Dentist+trip+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225600026961815314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SIUPicFUpxI/AAAAAAAAACA/7k5REX_7H14/s320/Jacob%27s+1st+Dentist+trip+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SIUPiuzvjEI/AAAAAAAAACI/SD2c-Zjw4yM/s1600-h/Jacob%27s+1st+Dentist+trip+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225600031988354114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SIUPiuzvjEI/AAAAAAAAACI/SD2c-Zjw4yM/s320/Jacob%27s+1st+Dentist+trip+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SIUPjGqVo6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ge7NtDZePwk/s1600-h/Jacob%27s+1st+Dentist+trip+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225600038391358370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SIUPjGqVo6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ge7NtDZePwk/s320/Jacob%27s+1st+Dentist+trip+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SIUPjpToM_I/AAAAAAAAACY/jFqcdvU2h68/s1600-h/Jacob%27s+1st+Dentist+trip+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225600047691346930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SIUPjpToM_I/AAAAAAAAACY/jFqcdvU2h68/s320/Jacob%27s+1st+Dentist+trip+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Jake had his first trip to the dentist today and he did great! He went to Dr. Yarbrough who has been my dentist since the first time I went when I was 3. Dr. Y and his staff were so wonderful and said Jake was an excellent patient, one of the best 3 year olds they've had (I guess even better than me=)!) Jacob's teeth look great which made us very happy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-7605935690639355281?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7605935690639355281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=7605935690639355281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/7605935690639355281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/7605935690639355281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/07/jacob-goes-to-dentist.html' title='Jacob goes to the Dentist'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SIUPicFUpxI/AAAAAAAAACA/7k5REX_7H14/s72-c/Jacob%27s+1st+Dentist+trip+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-637098785585217011</id><published>2008-07-21T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:57:25.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gambler</title><content type='html'>Daddy, this one's for you!!  I found the song and couldn't resist putting it on here.  It reminds me of days back when I was little and my dad and I would sing all these songs in the car.  Mom wasn't to thrilled with some of the songs we would sing and their story lines (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;, The Gambler, ha!!) as I can well understand now that I have my own children but it brings back great memories nonetheless.  Hope you enjoy it Dad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-637098785585217011?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/637098785585217011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=637098785585217011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/637098785585217011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/637098785585217011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/07/gambler.html' title='The Gambler'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-3138172765397439873</id><published>2008-07-19T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:44:00.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dylan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SIIZwhqD68I/AAAAAAAAAB4/jBrv8DfG9Fg/s1600-h/Dylan%27s+4th+Birthday+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224766839162399682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SIIZwhqD68I/AAAAAAAAAB4/jBrv8DfG9Fg/s320/Dylan%27s+4th+Birthday+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friend Dylan turned 4 on July 6th! We had a great time at his birthday! Thanks Dylan, we love you! Happy Birthday Buddy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-3138172765397439873?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3138172765397439873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=3138172765397439873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3138172765397439873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3138172765397439873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-dylan.html' title='Happy Birthday Dylan!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SIIZwhqD68I/AAAAAAAAAB4/jBrv8DfG9Fg/s72-c/Dylan%27s+4th+Birthday+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-335958773918975801</id><published>2008-07-15T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:16:16.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never go to the play area when there are storm clouds in the horizon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0hjvndwnI/AAAAAAAAABY/yxbRlYLtB8c/s1600-h/Early+Summer+2008+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223368040780776050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0hjvndwnI/AAAAAAAAABY/yxbRlYLtB8c/s320/Early+Summer+2008+264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0hj4OokCI/AAAAAAAAABg/VMnIeQLGQqg/s1600-h/Early+Summer+2008+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223368043092545570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0hj4OokCI/AAAAAAAAABg/VMnIeQLGQqg/s320/Early+Summer+2008+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0hkDx1vSI/AAAAAAAAABo/HYJ9TUw7roM/s1600-h/Early+Summer+2008+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223368046192999714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0hkDx1vSI/AAAAAAAAABo/HYJ9TUw7roM/s320/Early+Summer+2008+277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0hkoG9YpI/AAAAAAAAABw/Y4VPlVQbdtg/s1600-h/Early+Summer+2008+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223368055945257618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0hkoG9YpI/AAAAAAAAABw/Y4VPlVQbdtg/s320/Early+Summer+2008+271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was still part of our July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; weekend but it deserved it's own post entirely! On Saturday night we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Isotopes&lt;/span&gt; game. They're our Minor League Baseball team here in Albuquerque. They have a great play area for the kids at the far outfield part of the park. Blow up jumpers, slides, a whole climbing structure, games, all kinds of fun things to do. Of course we aren't there five minutes before Jacob is wanting to go play. We waited for a while and then decided to head over. Mom and I took the kids and our friends, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Langham's&lt;/span&gt; were there so Tracy and Luke came along too while Chuck, Jeff and Kevin stayed and watched the game. Luke and Jake were having a great time and then the sprinkles started. We were all huddled under a little METAL shelter thing when Mom realized it probably wasn't the best thing to be under with the lightening and stuff. So we started to walk out and the rain came and it came hard. We had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stroller&lt;/span&gt; so we couldn't just go running down the hill and we were on the complete opposite side of the "stroller friendly" part so off we went knowing far too well we were in for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soakin&lt;/span&gt;'! Little did we know HOW soaked we'd get! We were in the rain with tons of other people all trying to get to the same spot, shelter! It was heel to toe crowded. The rain just came faster and faster and harder. I had Jake and Mom was pushing Chase in the stroller when I looked backed and he was screaming. Even with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;canopy&lt;/span&gt; thing from the stroller he was soaked and he did not like that one bit. I'm sure all the people were a little scary too. You could tell it was not the best of situations. So, I gave him to mom and told her to just push! Jake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;climbed&lt;/span&gt; in the stroller, he thought it was great, and Jake and I just weathered the storm. I wanted my mom and the baby to get out of the rain and finally, I could no longer see their heads in the sea of people. What an experience that was. We were in the rain for close to an hour and of course once we got under the roof, it stopped. We were so wet out clothes were still soaking the next morning! I can't even explain what it was like. Crazy, that's all I can say. When we got to Jeff who was waiting for us there was a woman having a panic attack. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tellin&lt;/span&gt;' ya, it was crazy. So, Jeff and I just pushed people out of the way so her son could get her to a less crowded area. It was nuts! After we all got back together and the rain was over Mom so kindly took the boys and got them dry clothes and we stayed and enjoyed the fireworks. I was positive that after that experience Chase was going to absolutely HATE them but he was actually quite amazed by them and sat silently just in awe. It was a great ending to a very crazy night! Thanks again Mom for being Chase's Hero and getting my baby out of the cold, scary rain!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-335958773918975801?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/335958773918975801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=335958773918975801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/335958773918975801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/335958773918975801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-go-to-play-area-when-there-are.html' title='Never go to the play area when there are storm clouds in the horizon...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0hjvndwnI/AAAAAAAAABY/yxbRlYLtB8c/s72-c/Early+Summer+2008+264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-9180103798131137418</id><published>2008-07-15T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:24:24.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Forth of July Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0apMPhgaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/p725HJj18dQ/s1600-h/Family+4th+of+July+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223360437782938018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0apMPhgaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/p725HJj18dQ/s320/Family+4th+of+July+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0YtBh9qjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Hd5dmS4ATeI/s1600-h/Early+Summer+2008+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223358304603712050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0YtBh9qjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Hd5dmS4ATeI/s320/Early+Summer+2008+248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0YtoIgeDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6TZzFdCk_ak/s1600-h/Early+Summer+2008+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223358314965923890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0YtoIgeDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6TZzFdCk_ak/s320/Early+Summer+2008+249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0YuFCcofI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vUhiX8KZ8Rc/s1600-h/Early+Summer+2008+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223358322725134834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0YuFCcofI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vUhiX8KZ8Rc/s320/Early+Summer+2008+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0YuY5EtlI/AAAAAAAAABA/zqHKlYYZGbc/s1600-h/Early+Summer+2008+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223358328054527570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0YuY5EtlI/AAAAAAAAABA/zqHKlYYZGbc/s320/Early+Summer+2008+251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great Forth of July weekend this year! On the morning of the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we were invited to our friends, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hebert's&lt;/span&gt;, who have a neighborhood parade with the kids, pets, firetrucks, etc. We went to their house to start the morning with some breakfast snacks and decorating the bikes, strollers and anything else that would get us to the park for the festivities. It was great fun and so wonderful to the the American spirit showing through. The other Wyatt's were there as well so it was nice to see family on such a great day. Once we got to the park there was a watermelon eating contest, face painting, cookie decorating, 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tattoos&lt;/span&gt; (temporary of course!), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt; and lots of yummy stuff to eat and drink. Everyone was in their red, white and blue having a great time! Thanks Hebert Family for inviting us to such a great American event, we had an awesome time!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jake was so excited after his nap to go to the "tent" and buy some fireworks. He had been seeing those tents all over town and just wanted to go inside. Finally he was able to and he was so excited. That night we decided to stay home with the four of us and do our own fireworks. We put Chase down at his normal bedtime and waited for it to be dark enough to do fireworks with Jake. He was having so much fun. You forget how exciting just the basic fireworks are to a child. He was in Heaven and looked on with amazment! It was sweet and brought back a lot of childhood memories. I didn't get any pictures of that night unfortnately, our flash wasn't working but we got lots of video with was fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeff's cousin David and his wife, Savanah, were in town and on Saturday morning we had a great visit with them up at Linda's house. Jay and Han and the kids were there so it was a nice excuse to see our niece and nephew again too!  And of course Aunt Ash who is always a kid favorite!!  The kids got to swim (thanks Savanah for braving the pool with them!) and we all got to relax and be in good company and great conversation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-9180103798131137418?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/9180103798131137418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=9180103798131137418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/9180103798131137418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/9180103798131137418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-forth-of-july-weekend.html' title='Our Forth of July Weekend...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SH0apMPhgaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/p725HJj18dQ/s72-c/Family+4th+of+July+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-3194819037664799717</id><published>2008-07-14T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:03:43.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Daddy, this is Mommy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SHuUivaijVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vC2G4t5npYs/s1600-h/This+is+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222931517430467922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SHuUivaijVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vC2G4t5npYs/s320/This+is+Daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SHuUItMLieI/AAAAAAAAAAY/z7iaJnLzP7M/s1600-h/This+is+Mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222931070156769762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SHuUItMLieI/AAAAAAAAAAY/z7iaJnLzP7M/s320/This+is+Mommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob drew his first "real" picture of Jeff and I this weekend. I thought, "wow honey, I'm really skinny, thanks!" Jeff said, "I kindof look like a pig, great job buddy!" I wonder if this is how he really sees us...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-3194819037664799717?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3194819037664799717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=3194819037664799717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3194819037664799717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3194819037664799717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-mommy-this-is-daddy.html' title='This is Daddy, this is Mommy...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SHuUivaijVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vC2G4t5npYs/s72-c/This+is+Daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-7513878209111332733</id><published>2008-07-14T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:32:07.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm Here...</title><content type='html'>I have a few friends that do the "blogspot" thing and I think it's great.  It's easy for family and friends to check it out when they have the time and email accounts don't get weighed down with pictures of all of us!!  HA HA!!&lt;br /&gt;We have lots of friends and family that live away so I am hoping it is an easier way for them to keep up with the happenings of the Wyatt Family (if they so wish =)).  Plus, my Daddy, Papa in Iraq, is in Iraq and the poor guy gets nothing in the way of pictures and updates of his two grandsons, sorry Dad, that's why I'm doing this, hopefully it will get better!&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, I am so horrible about sitting down, pulling out the baby book and writing stuff, gluing pictures etc. that I am hoping this will be my go to spot for funny things the kids say, great pictures and just little things in general I want to remember.  It just seems so much easier to get on here and type and upload pictures than it does to sit down and write and glue and all the old stuff our parents and Grandparents did, how did they survive without technology!!  HA!&lt;br /&gt;So that's why we're here, I thought I'd give it a shot.  Hopefully I will keep up with it for you all and ourselves!! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-7513878209111332733?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7513878209111332733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=7513878209111332733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/7513878209111332733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/7513878209111332733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-im-here.html' title='Why I&apos;m Here...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763932681035768282.post-3630409783643254545</id><published>2008-07-09T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:15:07.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I spy with my little eye...</title><content type='html'>Lately, Jacob and I have been playing the "I spy with my little eye" game. For those of you that are unfamiliar with this game, someone says, "I spy with my little eye something that is...." and they say the color or shape or whatever it may be you are looking for. The other person tries to guess what it is and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, while I was holding a tub of Gerber Puffs (a sweet little snack for babies, also known as "stars" in our house) giving them to Chase, Jake says, while looking around and then finally at us, "I spy with my little eye something that is...hmmmmm, something that is...SWEET!" I say, "Is it the stars!?" He says, "NO!! It's YOU!!" Then came running over and gave me a big hug around my leg!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my heart melted! It was a definite "mommy moment"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4763932681035768282-3630409783643254545?l=thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3630409783643254545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4763932681035768282&amp;postID=3630409783643254545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3630409783643254545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4763932681035768282/posts/default/3630409783643254545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewyattboysandme.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-spy-with-my-little-eye.html' title='I spy with my little eye...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880065588646440228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HgYevcLq10/SfbBs7XRlDI/AAAAAAAAANY/n2zUCPctiVM/S220/Feb+09+Tram,+zoo,+park,+school,+etc.+066.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
