<?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-8719178741501049902</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:45:53.802-06:00</updated><category term='Having Fun'/><category term='School Fun'/><category term='Days to Celebrate'/><category term='lagniappe'/><category term='Fine Art'/><category term='kidspeak'/><title type='text'>Keeping up with the Jacksons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-3055015737479948644</id><published>2009-04-06T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:48:03.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidspeak'/><title type='text'>The Insider</title><content type='html'>I had a doctor's appointment today and all seems to be well with the wee one.  The girls have never been to an appointment with me, however, I'm considering bringing them later on so that they can hear the heartbeat...so tonight we had this conversation:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Mommy needs to take you to my doctor's appointment so that you can hear our baby's heart beating and hear it moving around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma:  Inside your tummy?  How can we hear it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Yeah.  The doctor will put a little machine on mommy's tummy and we'll be able to hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madelyn:  We'll hear his heart and hear it talking to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chad:  Yeah.  It's going to say, "Hey, let me out of here.  Pleeeeaassseee let me out.  I wanna get outta here.  Pleeeeeeease.  Maddie, give me your blankie....I want your thumb...give me your thumb....I want that thumb!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She laughed but the look on her face said, "You must be crazy.  You ain't gettin' my blankie or my thumb."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-3055015737479948644?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/3055015737479948644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=3055015737479948644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/3055015737479948644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/3055015737479948644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2009/04/insider.html' title='The Insider'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-8100112918689763631</id><published>2009-02-22T19:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:01:39.500-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidspeak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><title type='text'>City Girl</title><content type='html'>Tonight, while Chad worked on a sight word reader with Emma, I had Madelyn in the bedroom working on a deck of Brain Quest cards.  We flipped to one with a picture of a barn and farm animals and the question was, "What is this place called?"  She answered correctly by saying "a farm."  On the next card were three pictures and it went something like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  What is this animal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madelyn:  A cow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  What is the farmer doing? (he was milking the cow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madelyn:  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pause, then pointing to the final picture that showed an empty can and a can full of milk) &lt;/span&gt;That's pee-pee milk. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess we should get her out of the city a little more often.  And, yes, being the parent of the year, I laughed!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-8100112918689763631?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-857622762742353517?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/857622762742353517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=857622762742353517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/857622762742353517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/857622762742353517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2009/01/money-lesson.html' title='Money Lesson'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-3373176761411811817</id><published>2009-01-03T11:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:50:23.906-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidspeak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days to Celebrate'/><title type='text'>Growing in the Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am always amazed at what my kids say, but Emma has come out with some of the best things that I've heard in a while.  Yesterday, I went to Walmart, alone after having been with children 24/7 for the past 13 days, and Emma noticed the vacuum cleaner sitting where the Christmas tree once stood.  Chad took the tree out of the house on New Year's day and vacuumed the fallen needles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She turned to Chad and said, "Daddy, are you finished with that vacuum?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chad said, "Yes, I am.  Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma then said, "Then daddy, are you gonna let it sit there forever?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MUST add that I haven't mentioned a WORD about that vacuum and, honestly, had forgotten that it was sitting there!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also while I was at Walmart, Chad and Emma were playing outside when she said, "Daddy, I want to grow a baby around here."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me this when I got home and I asked her questions about who would carry the baby in their tummy and what kind of baby it would be.  She decided that mommy would have the baby in her tummy and that it would be a pig baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SV-gBWRWS4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/APZfZAmgXrg/s1600-h/IMG_5547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SV-gBWRWS4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/APZfZAmgXrg/s200/IMG_5547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287120432574909314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SV-gBWRWS4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/APZfZAmgXrg/s1600-h/IMG_5547.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little does she know that that wish will come true in July!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-3373176761411811817?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SVzVNicrGhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/M4U0AciTYdI/s200/IMG_5571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286334491188206098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meeting a real Rockette!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-6715484051747195277?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/6715484051747195277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=6715484051747195277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/6715484051747195277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/6715484051747195277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SVzVNicrGhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/M4U0AciTYdI/s72-c/IMG_5571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-5495572177388514032</id><published>2008-11-12T20:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:09:24.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lagniappe'/><title type='text'>Potato Head Pumpkins and the Sneaky Squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the girls' pumpkins from halloween.  Chad did carve one with them, but this was WAY easier!  The last picture is from the halloween party at school...don't they look like they love each other!  Emma was very proud to show off her little sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SRuXqy9iDNI/AAAAAAAAALs/YhJZ70jOHSw/s1600-h/IMG_5440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SRuXqy9iDNI/AAAAAAAAALs/YhJZ70jOHSw/s200/IMG_5440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267970950630083794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SRuXrbUk3TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/F4p78yo2WME/s1600-h/IMG_5444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SRuXrbUk3TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/F4p78yo2WME/s200/IMG_5444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267970961464155442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SRuXsNsRvwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yR5U1s90O9Y/s1600-h/IMG_5477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SRuXsNsRvwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yR5U1s90O9Y/s200/IMG_5477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267970974985338626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We apparently have a squirrel trying to move in.  He found the hole in the screen that one of his squirrel friends made a while back.  Chad rigged it with some clear tape (it looked real nice, BTW) and the tape fell off.  The squirrel found the hole and jumped right in.  More than once.  I guess we'll have a visitor until the screen is fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SRuXshaL7GI/AAAAAAAAAME/8aBbsSuqlAI/s1600-h/IMG_5525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SRuXshaL7GI/AAAAAAAAAME/8aBbsSuqlAI/s200/IMG_5525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267970980278168674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SRuXtH1aFII/AAAAAAAAAMM/a59wh8gmXcI/s1600-h/IMG_5527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SRuXtH1aFII/AAAAAAAAAMM/a59wh8gmXcI/s200/IMG_5527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267970990592889986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-5495572177388514032?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/5495572177388514032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=5495572177388514032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/5495572177388514032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/5495572177388514032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/11/potato-head-pumpkins-and-sneaky.html' title='Potato Head Pumpkins and the Sneaky Squirrel'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SRuXqy9iDNI/AAAAAAAAALs/YhJZ70jOHSw/s72-c/IMG_5440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-3609987440684557039</id><published>2008-11-05T20:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:03:33.960-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidspeak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Fun'/><title type='text'>The Call</title><content type='html'>So I got a phone call today from preschool.  When the number came up on the callerID, my heart dropped.  You never know what you'll hear.  You never know what the news will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hello? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holding breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Mary:  Mrs. Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert deep breath here, fearing the girls are ill or hurt themselves on the playground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Mary:  I'm calling to tell you that Madelyn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, what happened I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Mary:  Well, she decided to wash her hair in the bathroom sink today. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh, really!  What did she say?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Mary:  Well, first it took all I had to keep a straight face, but then I asked her what happened and she said, "It just was like that."  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;  I asked her again and she said, "Well, my mommy does it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently after using the potty, she decided to pump a LARGE amount of soap into her hand, rub her hands together, and spread it all over her hair.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and today was PICTURE DAY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well, at least you know that I wash her hair! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I could ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Mary:  At least it was AFTER her pictures this morning!  hahaha  I tried to wash it out, but the more water I added, the worse it got, so we are letting it dry.  I won't be in the pick-up line today, so I wanted to tell you in case you didn't get the message from the other teachers.  At least you'll know what's up with her hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just NEVER know what 3-year-olds are capable of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've taken a picture, but by the time I picked her up, her hair just looked messy.  There really wasn't much to see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-3609987440684557039?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/3609987440684557039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=3609987440684557039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/3609987440684557039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/3609987440684557039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/11/call.html' title='The Call'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-2033685326678110845</id><published>2008-09-22T20:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:24:24.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidspeak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lagniappe'/><title type='text'>I'm baaaAAAAAck!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the very long blogging hiatus...It's just that we've been really busy.  The girls are back in school, and I have a little more time these days.  The girls and I took a trip down to Louisiana back in August and had a wonderful time actually getting to visit with people.  I flew with them for the first time by myself, and they were perfect angels for the entire flight.  My prayers were answered!  Here are some of the highlights of our trip-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SNhCWtFnWpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3Obu85yxZxw/s1600-h/IMG_3831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SNhCWtFnWpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3Obu85yxZxw/s200/IMG_3831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249018323528014482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madeline, Emma, and Bella loved dancing to the "chanky-chank," aka French music.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SNhCW8oZWnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JIA9OQDpILo/s1600-h/IMG_3855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SNhCW8oZWnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JIA9OQDpILo/s200/IMG_3855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249018327700429426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A major accomplishment...Emma swimming with her face in the water and holding her breath!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SNhCXQo3BcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/x_LotHkX5t8/s1600-h/IMG_3877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SNhCXQo3BcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/x_LotHkX5t8/s200/IMG_3877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249018333071082946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting to spend time with MawMaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SNhCVzDf_kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YjT95cHSq8k/s200/IMG_3804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249018307949887042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face-painting with make-up...Nana spoils us!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SNhCWDpodgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wzDNyrqLO9Y/s200/IMG_3816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249018312404792834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheering for the team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the flight down there, Emma kept me entertained with her innocent questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mommy, when do we get to say blast-off?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is the plane going to fall out of the sky?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We returned home just in time to start preschool.  Emma goes every day, and Madelyn goes MWF.  They are loving it, and I am enjoying spending some Mommy/Maddie time (something I've never had).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now.  I'll post more pictures as I come across them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/8719178741501049902-2033685326678110845?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/2033685326678110845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=2033685326678110845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/2033685326678110845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/2033685326678110845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-baaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaAAAAAck!!!'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SNhCWtFnWpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3Obu85yxZxw/s72-c/IMG_3831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-2608184409495907986</id><published>2008-07-22T21:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:10.390-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days to Celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><title type='text'>Madelyn Turns 3!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaUsTa7duI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Qqx6wSRb3Cw/s1600-h/IMG_3074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaUsTa7duI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Qqx6wSRb3Cw/s200/IMG_3074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226027906458416866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaUsyoWAcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/26TIyGvOL-M/s1600-h/IMG_3076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaUsyoWAcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/26TIyGvOL-M/s200/IMG_3076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226027914836181442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In case you couldn't tell...this is Cinderella hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaUzzs40gI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WCLzjLJvw5g/s1600-h/IMG_3446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaUzzs40gI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WCLzjLJvw5g/s200/IMG_3446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226028035382759938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Madelyn's birthday breakfast of choice-cinnamon rolls.  Mmmmm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaU0QAbxjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Xmb5ijEagy8/s1600-h/IMG_3466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaU0QAbxjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Xmb5ijEagy8/s200/IMG_3466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226028042980935218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madelyn chose the Wizard of Oz cake, surprising, I know.  She identified all of the characters and then when I asked her who was is the middle, she said a girl.  Yes, even a 3-year-old knows that Dorothy doesn't have yellow hair and doesn't wear a red dress with a purple shirt.  Oh well, the cake was great any way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaU0vwLgGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bfIrMtQsgmU/s1600-h/IMG_3470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaU0vwLgGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bfIrMtQsgmU/s200/IMG_3470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226028051502694498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaZ3xEFhGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9z9mNY459vI/s1600-h/IMG_3517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaZ3xEFhGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9z9mNY459vI/s200/IMG_3517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226033600952370274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this slide set up in the backyard.  The party started at 3:30, and the sky fell out from about 3:00 until 3:15.  We were able to go on with the show and the kids had a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaZ4ACwl9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/xClYo7_gY-Y/s1600-h/IMG_3525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaZ4ACwl9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/xClYo7_gY-Y/s200/IMG_3525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226033604973336530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl thinks, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where should I poke my finger first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaZ4qTAnxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JtST43yDrc8/s1600-h/IMG_3590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaZ4qTAnxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JtST43yDrc8/s200/IMG_3590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226033616315784978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our attempt at a shot with the birthday girl...ALL of these pictures had a finger in the nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-2608184409495907986?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/2608184409495907986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=2608184409495907986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/2608184409495907986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/2608184409495907986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/07/madelyn-turns-3.html' title='Madelyn Turns 3!!!'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SIaUsTa7duI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Qqx6wSRb3Cw/s72-c/IMG_3074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-7427124492020460155</id><published>2008-07-09T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:00:20.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidspeak'/><title type='text'>Where do chicken nuggets come from?</title><content type='html'>Monday afternoon, I took Emma and Madelyn to visit the nurses at Chad's office.  Dr. Bob was there and told the girls that they could come to his house to help him pick vegetables in his garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-forward to tonight.  The four of us were sitting at the table eating dinner, and our conversation went a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:  &lt;em&gt;Daddy, when can we go to Dr. Bob's?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;em&gt;You mean to pick vegetables?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:  &lt;em&gt;Yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:  &lt;em&gt;Well, we can't go tonight because it's raining, but maybe we can go to Dr. Bob and Mrs. Debbie's this weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  I&lt;em&gt; don't like vegetables.  (insert 'we know that' look on my face to Chad)  Does he have (inaudible)?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:  &lt;em&gt;What Maddie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;em&gt;Does he have chicken nuggets?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C and me at the same time:  &lt;em&gt;In his garden?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;em&gt;Yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh, laugh, laugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was DEAD serious!!!!  What does she think?  McDonald's has a chicken nugget garden?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-7427124492020460155?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/7427124492020460155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=7427124492020460155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/7427124492020460155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/7427124492020460155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-do-chicken-nuggets-come-from.html' title='Where do chicken nuggets come from?'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-2423149143699192655</id><published>2008-07-02T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:47:16.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidspeak'/><title type='text'>Like, Totally</title><content type='html'>Sunday night, Chad was putting Emma to bed.  After he read to her they had this conversation:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C:  Emma, did you have fun at Maddie's party?  (pictures soon to follow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E:  Her party was totally cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C:  Really?  Did you like the slide?  (we had a water slide)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E:  It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll never know who she heard that from!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-2423149143699192655?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/2423149143699192655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=2423149143699192655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/2423149143699192655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/2423149143699192655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-totally.html' title='Like, Totally'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-7386206758768978324</id><published>2008-06-14T10:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:10.756-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><title type='text'>Good, Clean Fun, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls wanted to help me wash off their stamps since they were full of layers of ink.  I said yes and stepped away to answer the phone and a few minutes later found this.  Keep in mind that they really aren't able to actually wring out a washcloth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SFPrIXRYr9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/fsPJNq0Edrs/s1600-h/IMG_3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SFPrIXRYr9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/fsPJNq0Edrs/s200/IMG_3096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211767722716213202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SFPrI9LVkwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/snrQzywW5LU/s1600-h/IMG_3097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SFPrI9LVkwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/snrQzywW5LU/s200/IMG_3097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211767732891390722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SFPrJHgCXJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mP4F4x99Kpw/s1600-h/IMG_3098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SFPrJHgCXJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mP4F4x99Kpw/s200/IMG_3098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211767735662566546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-7386206758768978324?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/7386206758768978324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=7386206758768978324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/7386206758768978324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/7386206758768978324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-clean-fun-part-2.html' title='Good, Clean Fun, part 2'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SFPrIXRYr9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/fsPJNq0Edrs/s72-c/IMG_3096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-6855678323269042749</id><published>2008-06-14T10:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:11.176-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><title type='text'>Good, Clean Fun, part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SFPprsYFQOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZbBZt0sj2b4/s1600-h/IMG_3087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SFPprsYFQOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZbBZt0sj2b4/s200/IMG_3087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211766130653610210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SFPpsLU-VLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qhatPAk94T0/s1600-h/IMG_3091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SFPpsLU-VLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qhatPAk94T0/s200/IMG_3091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211766138962072754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SFPpsi-i9BI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KxGByFl4JFU/s1600-h/IMG_3092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SFPpsi-i9BI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KxGByFl4JFU/s200/IMG_3092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211766145310454802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our friends, Elizabeth and Stephen, came over last week for some wet backyard fun.  The backyard quickly became very muddy when the kids were sliding into the sprinkler onto the grass.  They would then jump into the pool to rinse off.  The last picture is the result of that...and look at the mud splattered on Emma's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-6855678323269042749?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/6855678323269042749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=6855678323269042749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/6855678323269042749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/6855678323269042749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-clean-fun-part-1.html' title='Good, Clean Fun, part 1'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SFPprsYFQOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZbBZt0sj2b4/s72-c/IMG_3087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-2502887236750652777</id><published>2008-06-12T07:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:52:37.278-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidspeak'/><title type='text'>I'm a big kid now!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a big day for Madelyn.  She graduated from a crib to a big girl bed.  She only got out of it 5 times for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt;...I consider that to be great!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess with all of the excitement, she had some what of  a stressed afternoon.  After swimming at the YMCA for two hours, Chad and I took them to eat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toot's&lt;/span&gt;.  Emma will eat the fried shrimp there and Madelyn get a free kids meal.  M needed to potty, so off we went.  I then proceeded to help her wash her hands which she wanted to do "all by myself!"  When she was spilling the soap everywhere, I picked her up and stuck her hands under the water.  She looked at me and said, "Stop it, stop it.  Stop it you little rat!"  What do you think I did...turned my face so that I could laugh, then told her not to say that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast-forward to this morning-I'm sitting at the computer, which is just outside her bedroom.  When she woke up, I heard her say with a most enthusiastic voice, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WOOOW&lt;/span&gt;!  My big girl bed!  Oh, my gosh, my big girl bed."  I'd say that she redeemed herself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-2502887236750652777?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/2502887236750652777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=2502887236750652777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/2502887236750652777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/2502887236750652777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-big-kid-now.html' title='I&apos;m a big kid now!'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-3656438957735476423</id><published>2008-06-10T22:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:11.773-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days to Celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><title type='text'>Sisters on Stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SE9BjQ9RqVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qvwzhpQF4zg/s1600-h/IMG_3003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210455367994157394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SE9BjQ9RqVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qvwzhpQF4zg/s200/IMG_3003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SE9BkM7yMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gxN70ZJLCTo/s1600-h/IMG_3031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210455384094028146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SE9BkM7yMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gxN70ZJLCTo/s200/IMG_3031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The girls had their performance at school at the end of May.  They both sang and danced like they were pros.  After that night, I decided that they were ready for the big stage.  Emma and I went to see a few dance recitals, and I'm going to sign them up for fall dance classes.....can't wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SE9Bkn_kZzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kYGISciq8FA/s1600-h/IMG_3043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210455391357658930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SE9Bkn_kZzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kYGISciq8FA/s200/IMG_3043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a photo of Emma and her two teachers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; and Kathy.  These ladies were AMAZING to say the least.  We'll miss them next year!  BTW, they had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;luau&lt;/span&gt; party the last day of school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SE9BlOBMMuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wtAFzkqaP6w/s1600-h/IMG_3070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210455401565008610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SE9BlOBMMuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wtAFzkqaP6w/s200/IMG_3070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is just of us being silly.  We were about to go for a swim and the girls love to make silly faces for the camera, so there you go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I promise I'll catch up with posts.  I've been busy downloading pictures to snapfish.  I hadn't had pictures printed since Madelyn was about 6 months old.  Now, I'm up to date and almost organized into photo albums.  I will &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; wait that long again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-3656438957735476423?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/3656438957735476423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=3656438957735476423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/3656438957735476423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/3656438957735476423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/06/sisters-on-stage.html' title='Sisters on Stage'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SE9BjQ9RqVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qvwzhpQF4zg/s72-c/IMG_3003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-7689682506073204267</id><published>2008-05-30T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:51:46.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidspeak'/><title type='text'>House Call</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, the girls and I were playing on the swing set and the mosquitos were eating me alive.  I managed to coax the kids inside where we sat on the floor and they dabbed my legs with Benedryl Itch Relief sticks (which I highly recommend).  As Madelyn was taking care of my left leg, I thanked her for taking such good care of me and this is what she said:  "Mommy, I duh beautiful doctor and I gonna sabe you."  It made my heart melt!&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/8719178741501049902-7689682506073204267?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/7689682506073204267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=7689682506073204267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/7689682506073204267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/7689682506073204267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/05/house-call.html' title='House Call'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-5760102528859658227</id><published>2008-05-26T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:12.235-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Pickin' and fine art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SDuCThk3BPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ROlDCEpMnnA/s1600-h/IMG_2829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SDuCThk3BPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ROlDCEpMnnA/s200/IMG_2829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204897066298836210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First off, take a look at this bunny that Emma made at school.  She is so proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SDuCUBk3BQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DExPyinOyRQ/s1600-h/IMG_2833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SDuCUBk3BQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DExPyinOyRQ/s200/IMG_2833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204897074888770818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SDuCURk3BRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/66XNJJIUwTs/s1600-h/IMG_2879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SDuCURk3BRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/66XNJJIUwTs/s200/IMG_2879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204897079183738130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SDuCUxk3BSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/A724oouM04o/s1600-h/IMG_2883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SDuCUxk3BSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/A724oouM04o/s200/IMG_2883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204897087773672738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, my friend and I took the kids to pick strawberries.  This is something that we did last year and had so much fun.  Here are a few of my favorites of the girls.  Don't be deceived-Madelyn has quite a few...I was helping her pick the really red ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-5760102528859658227?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/5760102528859658227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=5760102528859658227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/5760102528859658227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/5760102528859658227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/05/strawberry-pickin-and-fine-art.html' title='Strawberry Pickin&apos; and fine art'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SDuCThk3BPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ROlDCEpMnnA/s72-c/IMG_2829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-4625196094153484696</id><published>2008-05-22T22:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:09:18.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lagniappe'/><title type='text'>Slacker...</title><content type='html'>Update coming soon with pictures-things have been busy around here as we've been approaching the end of "school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon, I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-4625196094153484696?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/4625196094153484696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=4625196094153484696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/4625196094153484696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/4625196094153484696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/05/slacker.html' title='Slacker...'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-7420193909578969281</id><published>2008-05-07T15:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:12.484-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SCIUpkHD34I/AAAAAAAAAGs/P1fXlHjzN3Q/s1600-h/Photo+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SCIUpkHD34I/AAAAAAAAAGs/P1fXlHjzN3Q/s200/Photo+28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197739624239456130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Monday night, we were playing with some of the features of our computer, one of which was something called "photo booth."  There were all of these different ways to distort the image, as you can see above.  Emma was sitting on Chad's right thigh, and Madelyn was sitting on his left thigh.  Because Madelyn is smaller than Emma, she was in the lower corner of the picture at first.  After about ten minutes of us laughing at what we looked like, Chad picked Madelyn up so that her face could be distorted.  When she saw herself on the screen she began screaming, "No, no, noooooo!"  She grabbed her nose thinking that it had become 6 inches long.  Well, Chad and I started laughing at how she thought that her face actually looked like the photo on the screen.  She jumped off of his lap and ran to her room sobbing, and of course we were on the floor rolling and crying in laughter at all that had taken place.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully we haven't ruined her body image...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-7420193909578969281?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/7420193909578969281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=7420193909578969281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/7420193909578969281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/7420193909578969281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/05/any-know-good-plastic-surgeon.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SCIUpkHD34I/AAAAAAAAAGs/P1fXlHjzN3Q/s72-c/Photo+28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-178229078496000464</id><published>2008-05-06T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:25:29.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two princesses in the palace</title><content type='html'>Last night I listened to this conversation between Emma and Madelyn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:  Maddie, do you have a secret?&lt;br /&gt;M:  Do you have a majesty?&lt;br /&gt;E:  No, do you want to be the prince?&lt;br /&gt;M:  No, the princess.&lt;br /&gt;E:  Ok, I'm the princess and you're the prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that makes me the evil stepmother, right?  I don't think this castle is big enough for the two of them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-178229078496000464?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/178229078496000464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=178229078496000464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/178229078496000464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/178229078496000464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-princesses-in-palace.html' title='Two princesses in the palace'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-7224765128790875684</id><published>2008-04-17T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:12.973-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lagniappe'/><title type='text'>Maybe her future is in pet grooming?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after the Barbie haircutting incident, I hid all of the scissors.  Emma managed to remember that there was a tiny pair of scissors in a compartment on the front of my embroidery machine, under a cover.  You see where this is going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what the horse looked like before-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAd3IFUt1UI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2iZgvi46BZ0/s1600-h/Horse+before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190248076319511874" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAd3IFUt1UI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2iZgvi46BZ0/s200/Horse+before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAd3F1Ut1QI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GKMuH3Jh394/s1600-h/IMG_2823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190248037664806146" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAd3F1Ut1QI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GKMuH3Jh394/s200/IMG_2823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAd3GFUt1RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/A1yeFq-OODE/s1600-h/IMG_2824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190248041959773458" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAd3GFUt1RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/A1yeFq-OODE/s200/IMG_2824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAd3HlUt1TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FAAcPvq0fkw/s1600-h/IMG_2826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190248067729577266" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAd3HlUt1TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FAAcPvq0fkw/s200/IMG_2826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAd3HVUt1SI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YmbRE5u5CaE/s1600-h/IMG_2825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190248063434609954" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAd3HVUt1SI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YmbRE5u5CaE/s200/IMG_2825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the grooming session, there was hair &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;!  I rolled the vacuum out of the closet and gave it to her.  I stood there while she vacuumed all of the hair.  I should also mention here that she's not a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; fan of loud noise unless &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; is generating it.  She was not thrilled to be vacuuming the hair, and needless to say, she hasn't tried to cut the hair of anything since.  It's been almost 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8719178741501049902-7224765128790875684?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/7224765128790875684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=7224765128790875684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/7224765128790875684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/7224765128790875684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/04/maybe-her-future-is-in-pet-grooming.html' title='Maybe her future is in pet grooming?'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAd3IFUt1UI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2iZgvi46BZ0/s72-c/Horse+before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-2070562316794334640</id><published>2008-04-16T14:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:54:19.321-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidspeak'/><title type='text'>Out with the old, in with the new...</title><content type='html'>So today, Emma summoned be to the bathroom.  I squatted down to be eye level with her because she was trying to tell me something.  She stopped telling me her story and said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma:  Mommy, sometimes your knees crack.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yes, sometimes they do.  It's because mommy is getting older.&lt;br /&gt;Emma:  Yeah, then we'll have to get a new mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-2070562316794334640?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/2070562316794334640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=2070562316794334640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/2070562316794334640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/2070562316794334640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/04/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the old, in with the new...'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-6223784192064370892</id><published>2008-04-14T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:14.341-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><title type='text'>Bathing Beauties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were so lucky to be able to travel down to Panama City Beach with Chad's aunt and her 2 youngest daughters. It was a little wild at times with 4 children ages 5 and under, but we had a great time. The weather was much warmer than it was in Tennessee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQRbFUt1GI/AAAAAAAAAE0/O7jF4F-lLbs/s1600-h/IMG_2394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189291827620861026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQRbFUt1GI/AAAAAAAAAE0/O7jF4F-lLbs/s200/IMG_2394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is everyone dressed and ready for a day at the pool. Victoria is on the left and Samantha on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQRblUt1HI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UQF6kWwdUQ4/s1600-h/IMG_2527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189291836210795634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQRblUt1HI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UQF6kWwdUQ4/s200/IMG_2527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQRcFUt1II/AAAAAAAAAFE/njKmYrkv3VY/s1600-h/IMG_2533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189291844800730242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQRcFUt1II/AAAAAAAAAFE/njKmYrkv3VY/s200/IMG_2533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took the girls to a kiddie amusement park one morning when it was a little overcast. The spinning ride was definately a favorite. Believe it or not, not one of them got sick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQRcVUt1JI/AAAAAAAAAFM/d_UCMeKFLtw/s1600-h/IMG_2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189291849095697554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQRcVUt1JI/AAAAAAAAAFM/d_UCMeKFLtw/s200/IMG_2576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Emma on the pre-school go-karts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wasn't a huge fan...especially after she ran into the track wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQRclUt1KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hyA5eYLSw6Y/s1600-h/IMG_2615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189291853390664866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQRclUt1KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hyA5eYLSw6Y/s200/IMG_2615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One thing she did LOVE-the sand!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAVSP1Ut1LI/AAAAAAAAAFc/b73pE263bZ8/s1600-h/IMG_2626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189644577579848882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAVSP1Ut1LI/AAAAAAAAAFc/b73pE263bZ8/s200/IMG_2626.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAVSQFUt1MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zue3Q66sJEc/s1600-h/IMG_2637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189644581874816194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAVSQFUt1MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zue3Q66sJEc/s200/IMG_2637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are pettiskirts that Santa found for the girls. We had a blast playing on the beach with them, and of course I had the camera in hand. Take a look at that sassy little girl...is this a glimpse of the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAVSQFUt1MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zue3Q66sJEc/s1600-h/IMG_2637.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAVSQVUt1NI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U0a9qJw9pjI/s1600-h/IMG_2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189644586169783506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAVSQVUt1NI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U0a9qJw9pjI/s200/IMG_2731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAVSQ1Ut1OI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UXonIgCLcVk/s1600-h/IMG_2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189644594759718114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAVSQ1Ut1OI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UXonIgCLcVk/s200/IMG_2739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having fun in the sand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAVSQFUt1MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zue3Q66sJEc/s1600-h/IMG_2637.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAVSQFUt1MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zue3Q66sJEc/s1600-h/IMG_2637.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAVSRFUt1PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RQb0TFJHxNc/s1600-h/IMG_2751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189644599054685426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAVSRFUt1PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RQb0TFJHxNc/s200/IMG_2751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll leave you with this one. Does this not look like an ad for something? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. You may wonder why most of the pictures are of Emma. Madelyn won't look at the camera, and Emma is a camera hog. So, so typical!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAVSQFUt1MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zue3Q66sJEc/s1600-h/IMG_2637.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-6223784192064370892?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/6223784192064370892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=6223784192064370892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/6223784192064370892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/6223784192064370892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/04/bathing-beauties.html' title='Bathing Beauties'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQRbFUt1GI/AAAAAAAAAE0/O7jF4F-lLbs/s72-c/IMG_2394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-7995657675913307525</id><published>2008-04-14T20:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:14.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Louisiana Trip, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I caught a fish, and it was &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; big!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQFOVUt09I/AAAAAAAAADs/y_h6524g9KE/s1600-h/IMG_2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189278414437995474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQFOVUt09I/AAAAAAAAADs/y_h6524g9KE/s200/IMG_2352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQFO1Ut0-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/1fMdNFtDQDg/s1600-h/IMG_2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189278423027930082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQFO1Ut0-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/1fMdNFtDQDg/s200/IMG_2365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madelyn wanted to kiss the fish, but she settled for petting it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQFPFUt0_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/kAQN1veKS18/s1600-h/IMG_2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189278427322897394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQFPFUt0_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/kAQN1veKS18/s200/IMG_2366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQFPlUt1AI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aOSIR0uvKLU/s1600-h/IMG_2369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189278435912832002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQFPlUt1AI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aOSIR0uvKLU/s200/IMG_2369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our first fishing trip with the girls.  They had so much fun.  It helped that it was a stocked pond that has so many fish, you don't even have to bait the hook.  A very special 'thank you' to Vickie and Cecil for letting us fish their pond and making more memories with our girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-7995657675913307525?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/7995657675913307525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=7995657675913307525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/7995657675913307525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/7995657675913307525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/04/louisiana-trip-part-2.html' title='Louisiana Trip, Part 2'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/SAQFOVUt09I/AAAAAAAAADs/y_h6524g9KE/s72-c/IMG_2352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-6408235683327555254</id><published>2008-04-03T10:27:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:16.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Louisiana Visit, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_hVjju6IAI/AAAAAAAAADc/IapIXMqaacQ/s1600-h/IMG_2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_hVjju6IAI/AAAAAAAAADc/IapIXMqaacQ/s200/IMG_2195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185989040292896770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_T7mzu6H6I/AAAAAAAAACs/Inv0Xc4i2cc/s1600-h/IMG_2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185045715150839714" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_T7mzu6H6I/AAAAAAAAACs/Inv0Xc4i2cc/s200/IMG_2194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Easter bunny brought these&lt;br /&gt;really cool sunglasses since he knew&lt;br /&gt;that they would need them for the&lt;br /&gt;long trip. Man that rabbit is smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_T6mju6H4I/AAAAAAAAACc/AYfbbCrEInw/s1600-h/IMG_2237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185044611344244610" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_T6mju6H4I/AAAAAAAAACc/AYfbbCrEInw/s200/IMG_2237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_T6mzu6H5I/AAAAAAAAACk/ckOhg_sMsSw/s1600-h/IMG_2243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185044615639211922" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_T6mzu6H5I/AAAAAAAAACk/ckOhg_sMsSw/s200/IMG_2243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Emma and Madelyn met their cousin, Nathan,&lt;/div&gt; for the first time. They loved holding him even though he wasn't thrilled. Now if only they could be that sweet to each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_T6lju6H1I/AAAAAAAAACE/jVLdESWG8Fg/s1600-h/IMG_2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185044594164375378" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_T6lju6H1I/AAAAAAAAACE/jVLdESWG8Fg/s200/IMG_2212.JPG" border="0" height="200" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma plays with her clawless crawfish before he went for a swim in&lt;br /&gt;the red waters of a big stainless steel pot. Don't worry, he did get to swim in nice clean water inside the house, on the kitchen counter, in a giant measuring&lt;br /&gt;cup before he met his fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_gq4Tu6H7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/rqLZhkboY0w/s1600-h/IMG_2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_gq4Tu6H7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/rqLZhkboY0w/s200/IMG_2265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185942117775187890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma LOVED eating crawfish. She perched herself at the head of the table&lt;br /&gt;and managed to eat them without getting her hands dirty. Everyone at the&lt;br /&gt;table peeled them for her. She's a smart cookie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_gq4ju6H8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/97fFXmrCxAY/s1600-h/IMG_2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_gq4ju6H8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/97fFXmrCxAY/s200/IMG_2267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185942122070155202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, Emma, Zack, Matt, &amp;amp; Madelyn had so much fun together. It was amazing to watch these "tough" boys entertain our little girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_gq5Tu6H-I/AAAAAAAAADM/LjHqh4psVS0/s1600-h/IMG_2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_gq5Tu6H-I/AAAAAAAAADM/LjHqh4psVS0/s200/IMG_2316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185942134955057122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On to Baton Rouge to meet our friends and their children, Greg, Tonya, Connor, and Mary Catherine. We walked FOREVER all over LSUs campus and reminisced about our college days there. We walked through the quad during class change. I'm afraid that this time around we were not mistaken for college kids! Boy did we feel old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_gq5Du6H9I/AAAAAAAAADE/t2Ch_f7rBg4/s1600-h/IMG_2299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_gq5Du6H9I/AAAAAAAAADE/t2Ch_f7rBg4/s200/IMG_2299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185942130660089810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By late afternoon, the girls had had just about all they could take and went to sleep before we left campus. They were able to take a nap while we drove to one of our favorite restaurants for dinner.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_gq5ju6H_I/AAAAAAAAADU/HSz5EgV9r_s/s1600-h/IMG_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_gq5ju6H_I/AAAAAAAAADU/HSz5EgV9r_s/s200/IMG_2346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185942139250024434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_hVjzu6IBI/AAAAAAAAADk/bHruMtE6Oek/s1600-h/IMG_2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_hVjzu6IBI/AAAAAAAAADk/bHruMtE6Oek/s200/IMG_2347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185989044587864082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 will have to wait...the girls and I leave for the beach tomorrow! And just maybe, I'll have this blogger thing figured out!&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/8719178741501049902-6408235683327555254?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/6408235683327555254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=6408235683327555254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/6408235683327555254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/6408235683327555254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-louisiana-visit-part-1.html' title='Our Louisiana Visit, Part 1'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_hVjju6IAI/AAAAAAAAADc/IapIXMqaacQ/s72-c/IMG_2195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-8314470243851058548</id><published>2008-04-01T16:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:16.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She just might have a future cutting hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wedding Day Barbie recently visited &lt;em&gt;Salon Emma&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what she looked like before she sat in the chair:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_Kv_Du6HwI/AAAAAAAAABc/YEOKMzOL4mU/s1600-h/wedding+barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184399618925534978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_Kv_Du6HwI/AAAAAAAAABc/YEOKMzOL4mU/s320/wedding+barbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_Kv_Tu6HxI/AAAAAAAAABk/Rj1OXXukUS0/s1600-h/IMG_2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cut that she left with:&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184402122891468594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_KyQzu6HzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kUUf93EyhDE/s320/IMG_2380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184402135776370498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_KyRju6H0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8805OGNTSY4/s320/IMG_2382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least is wasn't her own hair, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-8314470243851058548?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/8314470243851058548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=8314470243851058548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/8314470243851058548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/8314470243851058548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/04/she-just-might-have-future-cutting-hair.html' title='She just might have a future cutting hair!'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_Kv_Du6HwI/AAAAAAAAABc/YEOKMzOL4mU/s72-c/wedding+barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-6895327181673669261</id><published>2008-03-31T20:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:16.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidspeak'/><title type='text'>Anybody seen a doctor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_GK9Du6HvI/AAAAAAAAABU/KIm0hE_hzME/s1600-h/IMG_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184077427658858226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_GK9Du6HvI/AAAAAAAAABU/KIm0hE_hzME/s320/IMG_2157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During our prayers tonight, our conversation went something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma: Mommy, are all the people sick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: um, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma: Who is sick so that we can pray for them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Uh, well daddy is sick, remember, he has a sore throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma: Oh yeah, he has a sword froat, just like you had a pickle (i.e. tickle) in your froat.&lt;/div&gt;&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/8719178741501049902-6895327181673669261?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/6895327181673669261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=6895327181673669261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/6895327181673669261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/6895327181673669261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/03/anybody-seen-doctor.html' title='Anybody seen a doctor?'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R_GK9Du6HvI/AAAAAAAAABU/KIm0hE_hzME/s72-c/IMG_2157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-8437484678369188670</id><published>2008-03-17T22:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:17.005-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Art'/><title type='text'>My "Activia"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Emma with her handmade "activia," aka nativity. Despite my continued correction to her mispronunciation, her version still remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R98ycJxiy8I/AAAAAAAAABM/2NMtc7-TiAo/s1600-h/IMG_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R98ycJxiy8I/AAAAAAAAABM/2NMtc7-TiAo/s320/IMG_2020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178913555740806082" 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/8719178741501049902-8437484678369188670?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/8437484678369188670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=8437484678369188670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/8437484678369188670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/8437484678369188670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-activia.html' title='My &quot;Activia&quot;'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R98ycJxiy8I/AAAAAAAAABM/2NMtc7-TiAo/s72-c/IMG_2020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-3903803915854182675</id><published>2008-03-17T21:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:17.272-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R98ukJxiy4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/XGQOIwBO7qc/s1600-h/IMG_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R98ukJxiy4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/XGQOIwBO7qc/s320/IMG_1928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178909295133248386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made it outside before all of the snow&lt;br /&gt;had melted. The snow was wet...perfect for making snow balls to throw at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma thought it was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R98vYpxiy5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/bPw45YPCPFY/s1600-h/IMG_1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R98vYpxiy5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/bPw45YPCPFY/s320/IMG_1983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178910197076380562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madelyn, on the other hand, wasn't thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did manage to build a snowman.  He was about 6" tall and only had arms.  At least we tried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R98w4Jxiy7I/AAAAAAAAABE/SSZxalzq1wI/s1600-h/IMG_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R98w4Jxiy7I/AAAAAAAAABE/SSZxalzq1wI/s320/IMG_1968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178911837753887666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After 10 minutes of cold, wet fun, I bribed the girls with some hot chocolate so that I could defrost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-3903803915854182675?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/3903803915854182675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=3903803915854182675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/3903803915854182675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/3903803915854182675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/03/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R98ukJxiy4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/XGQOIwBO7qc/s72-c/IMG_1928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-1171773239008527863</id><published>2008-03-17T20:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:01:17.536-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><title type='text'>Swaddling for Toddlers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R98tEpxiy3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tpVJ91PO6a4/s1600-h/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R98tEpxiy3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tpVJ91PO6a4/s320/IMG_1908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178907654455741298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the girls wanted to be swaddled like a baby. They got their favorite blankets, and I rolled them up tight. The couldn't move at all...but you know what? They loved it! What's even better-I loved it...they were playing together but separated and couldn't fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-1171773239008527863?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/1171773239008527863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=1171773239008527863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/1171773239008527863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/1171773239008527863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2008/03/swaddling-for-toddlers.html' title='Swaddling for Toddlers'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R98tEpxiy3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tpVJ91PO6a4/s72-c/IMG_1908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719178741501049902.post-3510352430119568439</id><published>2007-12-28T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:10:45.351-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lagniappe'/><title type='text'>Oh Boy, this will be so fun...</title><content type='html'>if only any body reads this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719178741501049902-3510352430119568439?l=garciajackson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/feeds/3510352430119568439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719178741501049902&amp;postID=3510352430119568439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/3510352430119568439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719178741501049902/posts/default/3510352430119568439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciajackson.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-boy-this-will-be-so-fun.html' title='Oh Boy, this will be so fun...'/><author><name>JJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13215090146960928523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8M-C9IG7Dqs/R3XYlT5OevI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CYbnMACQLjA/S220/IMG_1187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
