<?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-2542438030785180753</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:50:25.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of a Mom....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-844934449134569992</id><published>2009-11-04T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:36:04.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture says it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHlDYLHUCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/48SgVRrRQEY/s1600-h/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400349274385371170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHlDYLHUCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/48SgVRrRQEY/s400/143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHlDOcBF2I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hx8dOf9x8Co/s1600-h/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400349271771912034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHlDOcBF2I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hx8dOf9x8Co/s400/141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHlCqdlCxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Z5wrPnBHz4Q/s1600-h/146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400349262114786066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHlCqdlCxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Z5wrPnBHz4Q/s400/146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;told you...what can you say to that? No words needed. &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/2542438030785180753-844934449134569992?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/844934449134569992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=844934449134569992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/844934449134569992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/844934449134569992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/11/picture-says-it-all.html' title='Picture says it all'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHlDYLHUCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/48SgVRrRQEY/s72-c/143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-5950325282994574978</id><published>2009-11-04T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:25:37.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS....Boomerang Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHjIBV6H5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/SNro3_e_AoM/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400347155132718994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHjIBV6H5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/SNro3_e_AoM/s400/131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHjH_ke6jI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3EW7pRSep34/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400347154656979506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHjH_ke6jI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3EW7pRSep34/s400/113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHjHuYdPaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/TyikZAZi3DE/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400347150043135394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHjHuYdPaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/TyikZAZi3DE/s400/097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHjHZyMrvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XxLaGly7u0A/s1600-h/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400347144513957618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHjHZyMrvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XxLaGly7u0A/s400/110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHjG4pu47I/AAAAAAAAAXg/zElFgEwobdQ/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400347135620080562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHjG4pu47I/AAAAAAAAAXg/zElFgEwobdQ/s400/093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past July, I taught graduates of pre-k in VBS...aka Aaron's class. I am sure many of you recognize at least a few faces :) We had a blast. I had some great friends come and teach with me. I loved every single minute of it. It is one of those things that I look forward to serving in every year. One of the little girls that doesn't go to our church but goes to Edmondson with my children...gives me a hug and the biggest sweetest smile everytime I am up at the school and it is November. I hope to know her and her family for a long long time. What a blessing!!!! Aaron was thankful to have me as his teacher...next year....it's Abigail's turn again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-5950325282994574978?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5950325282994574978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=5950325282994574978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/5950325282994574978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/5950325282994574978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/11/vbsboomerang-express.html' title='VBS....Boomerang Express'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHjIBV6H5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/SNro3_e_AoM/s72-c/131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-941993340210262469</id><published>2009-11-04T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:14:37.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing in the Rain....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHggR43obI/AAAAAAAAAXY/CtBVaEO9NpI/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 403px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400344273356300722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHggR43obI/AAAAAAAAAXY/CtBVaEO9NpI/s400/092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHggI1B4lI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xibxYrGJWuE/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400344270924276306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHggI1B4lI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xibxYrGJWuE/s400/077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHgfp7CNhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/psxFuhzKTkY/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400344262627964434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHgfp7CNhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/psxFuhzKTkY/s400/072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the cool mom award on this day. I don't get those all the time...so it was quite special :) It was one of those warm summer days where its raining, but there is no lightening. I let the kids stay out in it and they had a blast. But, at a certain point, they decided to seek shelter in the playground. You can see how hard the rain was coming down.....those umbrellas did absolutely no good!&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/2542438030785180753-941993340210262469?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/941993340210262469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=941993340210262469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/941993340210262469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/941993340210262469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/11/singing-in-rain.html' title='Singing in the Rain....'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHggR43obI/AAAAAAAAAXY/CtBVaEO9NpI/s72-c/092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-768438906356610916</id><published>2009-11-04T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:07:28.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Behind the Curtain??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHdyD3y4bI/AAAAAAAAAXA/28zSYmG9CkY/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400341280296460722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHdyD3y4bI/AAAAAAAAAXA/28zSYmG9CkY/s400/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHdxy4Ut1I/AAAAAAAAAW4/lALmAFp7zDA/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400341275735275346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHdxy4Ut1I/AAAAAAAAAW4/lALmAFp7zDA/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHdxpoxjQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0VRKVaneIFs/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400341273254137090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHdxpoxjQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0VRKVaneIFs/s400/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHdxX_l9kI/AAAAAAAAAWo/e_C1a5BRjBo/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400341268518008386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHdxX_l9kI/AAAAAAAAAWo/e_C1a5BRjBo/s400/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHdww9nzVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Lvx85eaPomc/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400341258040757586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHdww9nzVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Lvx85eaPomc/s400/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not very much! We headed to Purity Farms on a little field trip this summer with our playgroup friends. The kids were soo excited to see where ice cream was made. When we got there a blue curtain covered the front of the room. We told them not to open it until after the movie that I believed might have been filmed in the 70's. They were very good listeners...patiently awaiting what was behind that curtain...then we all discovered that it used to be where they made ice cream, but not anymore. Fortunately, the kids were all still thrilled about being there and LOVED the ice cream afterwards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-768438906356610916?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/768438906356610916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=768438906356610916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/768438906356610916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/768438906356610916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-behind-curtain.html' title='What&apos;s Behind the Curtain??'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHdyD3y4bI/AAAAAAAAAXA/28zSYmG9CkY/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-5559751168233643571</id><published>2009-11-04T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:51:12.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watermelon Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHagUlnM3I/AAAAAAAAAWY/0F5babb6AcI/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400337677011071858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHagUlnM3I/AAAAAAAAAWY/0F5babb6AcI/s400/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHagGpShCI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/e5KqG4u6NGc/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400337673268397090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHagGpShCI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/e5KqG4u6NGc/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHaf3bhkUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CeLqJcTr5r8/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400337669184131394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHaf3bhkUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CeLqJcTr5r8/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so fun to do things with your children that you remember so fondly doing when you were a kid. Eating watermelon was a summer tradition with my family. My brothers and sisters would all get a big quarter slice of a good juicy watermelon. Put it on newspaper and go to town. We all had different eating styles...I tried to be like my dad and eat mine very precisely by cutting little sections very smoothly and then making little squares and then picking up each piece with my fork. I tried...but then I would go crazy and just make a big ol mess. Then there was my brother Kyle..who hated watermelon, but sure loved to watch us eat it.  It would usually be his idea to go and get one just so he could watch.  One year we even planted watermelon seeds that grew big plants that looked like weeds and then Dad removed them from the front yard.  It was fun to share these memories with my kiddos as I watched them and their "eating styles".  Abigail was precise and Aaron tried but then hacked into it.  And Allison...well, as you can see...she chose not to eat dinner...so poor thing...didn't get any watermelon :(.  &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/2542438030785180753-5559751168233643571?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5559751168233643571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=5559751168233643571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/5559751168233643571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/5559751168233643571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/11/watermelon-days.html' title='Watermelon Days'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SvHagUlnM3I/AAAAAAAAAWY/0F5babb6AcI/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-4516313374327205779</id><published>2009-11-02T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:18:30.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Beach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/Su9QE0AdlFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VWnYfLTlHo0/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622521850795090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/Su9QE0AdlFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VWnYfLTlHo0/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/Su9QEhKHfJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/McF3J0MAWrs/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622516791016594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/Su9QEhKHfJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/McF3J0MAWrs/s400/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/Su9QES8ZjjI/AAAAAAAAAVw/mRdIjQP1zxk/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622512975384114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/Su9QES8ZjjI/AAAAAAAAAVw/mRdIjQP1zxk/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/Su9QD5VRxII/AAAAAAAAAVo/besdtcy3BiQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622506100409474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/Su9QD5VRxII/AAAAAAAAAVo/besdtcy3BiQ/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time with my parents at their new place in Gulf Shores. Abigail and Aaron couldn't get enough of the boogie boards. Allison was more into the snacks, ice, and juice boxes that we brought down everyday, but she definately wasn't afraid of the water or the sand. Their place also has a pool; which the kids thought was the best ever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-4516313374327205779?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4516313374327205779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=4516313374327205779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/4516313374327205779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/4516313374327205779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-at-beach.html' title='Fun at the Beach!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/Su9QE0AdlFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VWnYfLTlHo0/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-2559616117090132390</id><published>2009-10-12T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:01:17.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN7OTKJtdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/CkFzivsl2XE/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391788664483853778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN7OTKJtdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/CkFzivsl2XE/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN7N_MXIrI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Wew4DMDquTg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391788659124413106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN7N_MXIrI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Wew4DMDquTg/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN7NdK2ngI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6ooKK_VfaX4/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391788649991282178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN7NdK2ngI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6ooKK_VfaX4/s400/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN7NOgoOvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/n8aR4TCtdjg/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391788646056082162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN7NOgoOvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/n8aR4TCtdjg/s400/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-2559616117090132390?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2559616117090132390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=2559616117090132390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2559616117090132390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2559616117090132390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN7OTKJtdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/CkFzivsl2XE/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-2254908578895930171</id><published>2009-10-12T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:44:53.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile....a long while!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN2onnFomI/AAAAAAAAAVA/xDRL50Gog-4/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391783619092390498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN2onnFomI/AAAAAAAAAVA/xDRL50Gog-4/s400/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN2oBJvnFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/g1RRUhvmlhc/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391783608768765010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN2oBJvnFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/g1RRUhvmlhc/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN2n_MHsQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5rVcDCoGMGw/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391783608241860866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN2n_MHsQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5rVcDCoGMGw/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN2nfQr_SI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bVBwJ3jkig8/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391783599671082274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN2nfQr_SI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bVBwJ3jkig8/s400/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN2m4ZS3yI/AAAAAAAAAUg/haXphajWhqY/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391783589238202146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN2m4ZS3yI/AAAAAAAAAUg/haXphajWhqY/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might have appeared to my faithful followers (all 3 of you....ha ha ha) that I have given up on blogging, that I just don't have the time or the energy to keep up with it. And while that assumption might have appeared true (since the last time I wrote was June 11th)...I am not a quitter, so I will not quit. Though, I sure do have a lot of catching up to do. I think I will just look back at pictures that I have not posted and just write about those one step at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures  are of Abigail and her cousins at the American Girl Doll Store in Atlanta, Georgia. We went to celebrate with her cousins' for their birthdays in the middle of June. It was so fun to watch the girls faces just light up as they saw their favorite dolls 'come to life' with all their outfits and houses and friends, etc. That place is a gold mine for the owners...and a money pit for the rest of us. You seriously cannot get out of there without buying something that is too expensive, but hey...you don't get to go to the actual store very often. Thank goodness. We had fun picking out presents for Avery and Linden and of course sharing a "gourmet" lunch at the cafe with our American girl friends. It was a great day! The next day was filled with more birthday fun...as we had an 'almost slumber' party with Linden and a fun day at the Y with Avery. We sure love our cousin time...though we don't get enough of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-2254908578895930171?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2254908578895930171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=2254908578895930171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2254908578895930171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2254908578895930171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-awhilea-long-while.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile....a long while!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/StN2onnFomI/AAAAAAAAAVA/xDRL50Gog-4/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-734288715478176399</id><published>2009-06-11T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:40:12.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People, We've got a loose one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjGw8OqjNQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1ynaDnrJJ2g/s1600-h/323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346248781440693506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjGw8OqjNQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1ynaDnrJJ2g/s400/323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjGw721Hp8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CEbHZ4pdfn8/s1600-h/322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346248775042574274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjGw721Hp8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CEbHZ4pdfn8/s400/322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooth that is...Aaron at barely 5 is about to lose a tooth.  A couple of days ago his Daddy discovered this after Aaron had complained that his tooth hurt.  When Jason said 'your tooth is loose'...Aaron started to cry.  He was sooo upset about it.  But, the reading of Arthur's Tooth made it all better. &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/2542438030785180753-734288715478176399?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/734288715478176399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=734288715478176399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/734288715478176399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/734288715478176399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/people-weve-got-loose-one.html' title='People, We&apos;ve got a loose one!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjGw8OqjNQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1ynaDnrJJ2g/s72-c/323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-7701740270581190638</id><published>2009-06-10T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:36:00.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Cruisin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAYZOPDNLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GXiIlBA9uqY/s1600-h/320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345799579285796018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAYZOPDNLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GXiIlBA9uqY/s400/320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAYY9o9k5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Cvt10IdGi5A/s1600-h/314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345799574831076242" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAYY9o9k5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Cvt10IdGi5A/s400/314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAYYmO1B0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/LuiFm1Juzp0/s1600-h/318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345799568547448642" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAYYmO1B0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/LuiFm1Juzp0/s400/318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have enjoyed bike riding so much this summer so far.  Now that the kids don't use training wheels they can go so much faster.  It is so great to have a really long driveway for them to ride on and a neighborhood where we can ride without worrying about too many cars.  And yes, Abigail is in her p.j's....hey, it's summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-7701740270581190638?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7701740270581190638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=7701740270581190638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/7701740270581190638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/7701740270581190638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-cruisin.html' title='Just Cruisin&apos;'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAYZOPDNLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GXiIlBA9uqY/s72-c/320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-6072848833948106552</id><published>2009-06-10T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:21:05.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprinkler Time...Gotta love it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAU3q671tI/AAAAAAAAATw/dI3s8zEMhU8/s1600-h/295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345795704335619794" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAU3q671tI/AAAAAAAAATw/dI3s8zEMhU8/s400/295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAU3EhhmwI/AAAAAAAAATo/8dUuDrF4ajQ/s1600-h/229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345795694028495618" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAU3EhhmwI/AAAAAAAAATo/8dUuDrF4ajQ/s400/229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAU3O2_OSI/AAAAAAAAATg/v3nbSdiw42M/s1600-h/219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345795696802871586" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAU3O2_OSI/AAAAAAAAATg/v3nbSdiw42M/s400/219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAU2uMi7dI/AAAAAAAAATY/2Gy-ik9RmSg/s1600-h/211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345795688034921938" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAU2uMi7dI/AAAAAAAAATY/2Gy-ik9RmSg/s400/211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAU2fFUZxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JSGRKwkHxog/s1600-h/206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345795683978077970" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAU2fFUZxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JSGRKwkHxog/s400/206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing better than setting up a sprinkler, putting out some water blasters and a plastic pool and letting the kids and their little friends (our neighbors this time) go wild!  Allison cracked me up.  She is fearless, that girl.  She walked right over to that sprinkler and put her face straight in trying to catch some water in her mouth.  She did this over and over again and would just laugh.  It was so cute. The older kids got such a kick out of watching her...she looked like it was so much fun that they gave it a try as well.  But, no one was as bold as Allison and the girl didn't even have her suit on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-6072848833948106552?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6072848833948106552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=6072848833948106552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/6072848833948106552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/6072848833948106552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/sprinkler-timegotta-love-it.html' title='Sprinkler Time...Gotta love it!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAU3q671tI/AAAAAAAAATw/dI3s8zEMhU8/s72-c/295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-5784099766099375080</id><published>2009-06-10T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:04:53.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie in the Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAQ6k_baxI/AAAAAAAAATI/v0yDAgPr06Y/s1600-h/187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345791356236950290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAQ6k_baxI/AAAAAAAAATI/v0yDAgPr06Y/s400/187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAQ6dGRpRI/AAAAAAAAATA/c9Hfnk7sB88/s1600-h/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345791354118186258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAQ6dGRpRI/AAAAAAAAATA/c9Hfnk7sB88/s400/185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to post these pics of sweet little Allison.  She knew she was being cute and I was so thankful to have the camera in the car.&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/2542438030785180753-5784099766099375080?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5784099766099375080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=5784099766099375080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/5784099766099375080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/5784099766099375080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/cutie-in-car.html' title='Cutie in the Car'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAQ6k_baxI/AAAAAAAAATI/v0yDAgPr06Y/s72-c/187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-9134974415626569529</id><published>2009-06-10T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:56:12.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Graduation Day at CCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjANrd7fESI/AAAAAAAAAS4/iuUHzUpc-kA/s1600-h/170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345787798108442914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjANrd7fESI/AAAAAAAAAS4/iuUHzUpc-kA/s400/170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjANqw35c7I/AAAAAAAAASw/Fi22SuAWK7s/s1600-h/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345787786013799346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjANqw35c7I/AAAAAAAAASw/Fi22SuAWK7s/s400/164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjANqsHH_JI/AAAAAAAAASo/YOGjKxQK1jA/s1600-h/156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345787784735489170" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjANqsHH_JI/AAAAAAAAASo/YOGjKxQK1jA/s400/156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjANqSTH7-I/AAAAAAAAASg/FCwCywzSVr0/s1600-h/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345787777806495714" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjANqSTH7-I/AAAAAAAAASg/FCwCywzSVr0/s400/145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjANqO6uq3I/AAAAAAAAASY/BRgGrX2L8_k/s1600-h/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345787776898870130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjANqO6uq3I/AAAAAAAAASY/BRgGrX2L8_k/s400/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearview always has the cutest pre-k graduation and this year was no exception.  Aaron's class were crabs and sang some songs about crabs.  It was precious.  They get to walk down the aisle and accept their diploma as their names are called out along with what they are going to be when they grow up then they say a Bible verse they have memorized.  The microphone didn't pick up Aaron's name the first time...he was the first child to walk the aisle.  He got to the end and said...'that's not my name.." and just gave the cutest confused look.  They let him have an encore performance at the end which we were all thankful for :)  He said he wanted to be a baseball player when he grows up.  I did pretty good throughout the graduation...not crying that is....that is until that picture you see up top of Aaron and his best bud Andrew.  Those two are just the greatest friends and it just started the tears thinking about the fact they will be at different schools next year.  Aaron had a great year at CCC.  Two down...and here comes Allison...I hope they are ready *smile*  I am sure once we are totally done with this preschool program, the teachers will say..."those Walton kids...each one was so incredibly different!!  We never know what we are getting :)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-9134974415626569529?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/9134974415626569529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=9134974415626569529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/9134974415626569529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/9134974415626569529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-graduation-day-at-ccc.html' title='Big Graduation Day at CCC'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjANrd7fESI/AAAAAAAAAS4/iuUHzUpc-kA/s72-c/170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-3191482380591450184</id><published>2009-06-10T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:37:38.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron's 5th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAKGEDw6CI/AAAAAAAAASQ/An11ZqBK3Tc/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345783856973801506" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAKGEDw6CI/AAAAAAAAASQ/An11ZqBK3Tc/s400/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAKF8VWe_I/AAAAAAAAASI/DjSNetcPz5w/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345783854900083698" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAKF8VWe_I/AAAAAAAAASI/DjSNetcPz5w/s400/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAKFksJQkI/AAAAAAAAASA/f-aflQOna5Y/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345783848553235010" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAKFksJQkI/AAAAAAAAASA/f-aflQOna5Y/s400/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAKFUCkWqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/OkJ1VpnddxM/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345783844083882658" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAKFUCkWqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/OkJ1VpnddxM/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year Aaron has chosen to have a Pump it Up party.  Which has been great every year and very easy, but this year...he had it all planned out.  He wanted to have his party at home.  He wanted a big water slide and a Fish cake.  He got exactly what he wanted and I am happy to say that everyone had a blast.  It was a bit chaotic, but Aaron and his best buddies (all twenty of them...yes, and not all of them could come and we didn't even invite the girls in his class...he is my social guy) laughed and played the whole time....well at least before their lips turn blue and it was time to open presents.  It was a great party.  Happy Birthday Buddy!  We love you!  We can't believe you will be a big kindergartner after the summer. You are growing up so fast.  Remember, it is not too late for mommy to home school you *lol*...it is going to be hard to let you go!!!!  I am crying just thinking about it!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-3191482380591450184?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3191482380591450184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=3191482380591450184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/3191482380591450184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/3191482380591450184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/aarons-5th-birthday.html' title='Aaron&apos;s 5th Birthday'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAKGEDw6CI/AAAAAAAAASQ/An11ZqBK3Tc/s72-c/068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-168847960240722968</id><published>2009-06-10T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:23:18.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abigail's Big Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAGr1kg5uI/AAAAAAAAARw/l6Ubk9tSEUc/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345780107873150690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAGr1kg5uI/AAAAAAAAARw/l6Ubk9tSEUc/s400/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAGrkaEk7I/AAAAAAAAARo/LAcv1X5UcDg/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345780103265948594" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAGrkaEk7I/AAAAAAAAARo/LAcv1X5UcDg/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abigail will be quick to correct me...it is actually called a "Show".  Ms. Beth doesn't like the word 'recital' and forbids the girls and moms to call it that *smile*.  I only took dance for one year and was in one dance recital.  I was Abigail's age and I remember being a nervous wreck.  I thought Abigail might be the same way.  However, as usual, she proved me wrong and I was so proud.  She wasn't the least bit nervous.  She was just excited and ready to perform.  These pics were taken before it began and before my camera died!  Thankfully my mom was there and got some pictures after the show was over in her cute costumes.  Abigail's little class had two performances.  One was jazz...to Cheetah Love by the Cheetah Girls.  It was too cute!  Then, ballet was to "Little Town of Bethlehem".  The show was titled "Love" and every song had to do with Love.  Abigial, you did a great job!  Mommy and Daddy were beaming from ear to ear as we watched our little dancer shine up on that stage.  We are so glad you love it!  Love you angel baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-168847960240722968?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/168847960240722968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=168847960240722968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/168847960240722968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/168847960240722968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/abigails-big-dance-recital.html' title='Abigail&apos;s Big Dance Recital'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAGr1kg5uI/AAAAAAAAARw/l6Ubk9tSEUc/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-2337300835571259129</id><published>2009-06-10T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:13:47.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Program at church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAFO29PmjI/AAAAAAAAARg/S_Tvx3uUTbo/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAFOmvErDI/AAAAAAAAARY/y2-LeqPG-Fg/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345778506163072050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAFOmvErDI/AAAAAAAAARY/y2-LeqPG-Fg/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAFObZVJnI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nXepbSRiFno/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345778503119087218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAFObZVJnI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nXepbSRiFno/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We never miss Wednesday nights at our church.  The kids just love KidLife and Choir.  They love their teachers and just learn so much.  This little program wrapped up the school year.  We will start back up in August :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-2337300835571259129?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2337300835571259129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=2337300835571259129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2337300835571259129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2337300835571259129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/choir-program-at-church.html' title='Choir Program at church'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SjAFOmvErDI/AAAAAAAAARY/y2-LeqPG-Fg/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-6941473912698366777</id><published>2009-04-30T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:48:59.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little B-Ball Player</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfnyVrcDnkI/AAAAAAAAARA/O3bT1YfrsXI/s1600-h/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330558088221269570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfnyVrcDnkI/AAAAAAAAARA/O3bT1YfrsXI/s400/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfnwvGjjAyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uxmTTv-DrIU/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330556325973918498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfnwvGjjAyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uxmTTv-DrIU/s400/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/Sfnwu0T6W6I/AAAAAAAAAQw/GcGg3sLv8Fg/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330556321076501410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/Sfnwu0T6W6I/AAAAAAAAAQw/GcGg3sLv8Fg/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfnwuwOtA-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Hj5r01a6uv4/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330556319980913634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfnwuwOtA-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Hj5r01a6uv4/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfnwuWaePvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/uVSGeAwroRE/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330556313050955506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfnwuWaePvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/uVSGeAwroRE/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to post some pics of Aaron playing baseball for all my family to see. He is so stinkin' cute in that uniform!!! I love it!!! I am so proud of him. Kyle, if you and Jenna are reading this...He reminds me of you when you played ball. (always brings a smile to my face thinking about that) He has played so hard and has already learned so much this season. He has hit the ball before the third pitch every single time he has gotten up to bat. He has gotten to play third base, shortstop, and pitcher. He has fielded many balls and throws that ball so accurately. He can't wait for the games and just has a huge smile on his face when he is playing. He tells me that I need to "cheer so loud." He will make me practice in the van on the way to the game. If I don't yell loud enough, he will tell me. It is so funny....most of those moms don't cheer at all....I think their boys tell them not to cheer. So, I am the only one hollering. But, I don't care *smile* I love it. One day he probably won't want me to, but until that time comes...I will shout as loud as I can to make sure my little boy hears me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-6941473912698366777?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6941473912698366777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=6941473912698366777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/6941473912698366777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/6941473912698366777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-little-b-ball-player.html' title='My Little B-Ball Player'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfnyVrcDnkI/AAAAAAAAARA/O3bT1YfrsXI/s72-c/106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-1750248175374357295</id><published>2009-04-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:36:23.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Music Marathon...Mission Accomplished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfX3bAxRvQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/e3J4D456-qM/s1600-h/everybody%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329437777498062082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfX3bAxRvQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/e3J4D456-qM/s400/everybody%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the day finally came!  The Big Race...13.1 miles...notice I did not leave off the .1.  I am so thankful that I got the chance to be in the race.  3 1/2 weeks before the big day after an 11 mile run, I hurt the ligaments in my foot.  I couldn't run on it until the Wednesday before the race.  So, I wasn't even sure if the taping on my foot would work or not.. I honestly still cannot believe that I finished the race and didn't walk.  My time was 2:13.  This was such a huge goal for me.  It felt so good to finish.  I am so proud of all of us!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before I couldn't sleep.  When I say, I couldn't sleep...I mean I didn't sleep.  Not even one minute.  So, at 4:00 I was still wide awake...Brooke picked me up at 4:45.  And we were in downtown Nashville by 5:30.  Don't ask me why I didn't sleep.  I was just anxious.  So nervous that I wouldn't be able to finish.  That I would have to walk.  That I would have to limp.  That I would have to be hauled off in a stretcher.  I thought of every possible scenario and what I would do in each case....Crazy, I know!  I just was so nervous.  But, praise God my foot did great and so did my IT band.  The heat was a lot to handle though. We had been used to running in really cold and cool temperatures...so 88 degrees...was a little much!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many times on the course I just cried tears of joy...just overwhelming emotions.  Everytime I saw Jason and the kids...(I have such a great husband...he hauled 3 kiddos around a 13 mile course so that they could see me in the middle and at the finish!...showed me how proud he was of me)  The kids had made signs and cheered Go Mommy Go as I ran past.  We passed a Baptist church in Belmont and they were singing..."He gives and takes away"...as I ran past.  That song is a sweet reminder to me from the Lord and it really made me boo hoo that He had that playing as I passed to encourage me on mile 8.  There were bands all around the course.  And so many people lined the streets cheering us on.  That was so awesome.  They were all so great...many times I cried because of them.  I know what you all are thinking...sure was a whole lot of cryin' goin' on....remember, I had had no sleep.  But, it was truly an emotional, rewarding, awesome experience.  When I finished the race, as soon as I saw Melaney, I wrapped my arms around her and just cried.  I was so proud of her and of me...it was just one of those moments I will never forget!  Great Job Girls!  Love you all!  So proud of you all!  And next up...triathalon...but I need a little break before then :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-1750248175374357295?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1750248175374357295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=1750248175374357295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/1750248175374357295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/1750248175374357295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/country-music-marathonmission.html' title='Country Music Marathon...Mission Accomplished!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfX3bAxRvQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/e3J4D456-qM/s72-c/everybody%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-7208436608727045469</id><published>2009-04-23T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:06:41.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abigail's 7th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfC_ZThRbVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wXZS4Dzh8nM/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327968800636759378" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfC_ZThRbVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wXZS4Dzh8nM/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfC_ZGGpI5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/PnL_KLwEdRE/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327968797035406226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfC_ZGGpI5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/PnL_KLwEdRE/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfC_Y3tN76I/AAAAAAAAAP4/uqI411ffIUw/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327968793170669474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfC_Y3tN76I/AAAAAAAAAP4/uqI411ffIUw/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfC_YkARtDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/X5UZd_ydkpw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327968787881899058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfC_YkARtDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/X5UZd_ydkpw/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfC_YR3sH5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/YZhSIuedtBA/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327968783014043538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfC_YR3sH5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/YZhSIuedtBA/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Abigail's dream birthday party.  13 girlfriends, and one very sweet friend of mine who came to help me...thank you Jadie...couldn't have done it without you!  We had an almost slumber..slumber party...complete with facial masks, manicures, dressing up and putting on a show, karaoke, pizza, cake and ice cream, and of course we had to go outside in our p.j.'s.  Abigail is hiding behind that tree in the first picture.  You can totally see her :)  and so could the girls! *smile*  Catherine, our sweet next door neighbor is the little girl applying the makeup on the girls.  She was very serious about her responsibility.  She wanted the make-up to be perfect...so she would tell the girls..."Stop bumping me! Don't move!"  I am sure most of you are aware of this, but if you are ever thinking about having a girls night like this with a bunch of little girls...be prepared to suffer a little hearing loss due to the high pitch squealing.  Ear plugs might have been a good option.  But, when you hear that scream that makes dogs run and hide....that is a sure sign that they are having a blast!&lt;br /&gt;The cutest part of the night was watching the girls walk the runaway in the dress up outfits that they chose.  They really knew how to strut their stuff and work the runway to Hannah Montana music.  Then to close out the evening, we watched it on our big screen.  Their laughter filled the house.  And it brought me "happy tears" to see my little quiet girl strut her stuff so confidently and then watching her giggle to tears watching her and her friends.  It was such a treat!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful that Abigail has such sweet friends to share her birthday with.  And thank you Jadie...only a real friend would willingly subject themselves to the wildness of that night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-7208436608727045469?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7208436608727045469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=7208436608727045469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/7208436608727045469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/7208436608727045469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/abigails-7th-birthday.html' title='Abigail&apos;s 7th Birthday!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SfC_ZThRbVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wXZS4Dzh8nM/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-1085821558389107700</id><published>2009-04-13T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:09:42.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SeO5GelanOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8lB9UJCYIT4/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302705422408930" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SeO5GelanOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8lB9UJCYIT4/s400/097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SeO5GNlCM9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/AVahurcea50/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302700857406418" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SeO5GNlCM9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/AVahurcea50/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SeO5F6Jrp-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8Hfr_m7vQZA/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302695642408930" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SeO5F6Jrp-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8Hfr_m7vQZA/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SeO5FjnLjAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FT-6aUSH0Fg/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302689592118274" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SeO5FjnLjAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FT-6aUSH0Fg/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SeO5FVmzQEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/QSdnDt3rCMg/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302685832429634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SeO5FVmzQEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/QSdnDt3rCMg/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our annual family spring break trip to the beach was so much fun.  I just love hanging out with the kids and Jason and having nothing on my plate to do for a whole week except...go to the beach, play cards, work puzzles, eat at some great places, and laugh. The beach just makes you relax.  There is nothing sweeter.  The memories we make there I know will stay with the kids forever.  Even if they don't remember what we did...they will remember being there and just having fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allison was a little unsure of the beach at first.  She was a little cautious when her feet first hit the sand...but given about a minute...she was off.  She loved walking around in the lake and splashing.  She "helped" the big kids build sand castles.  When we would go for walks down the beach, she would want to be carried on your shoulders like the queen that she is *smile*  She had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron and Abigail of course had a blast.  They just love the beach.  If you ask them where their favorite place to go in the world...they will say the beach.  They even got in the water some!  Crazy kids...it was WAY too cold for that!  At least for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thinking it is time to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-1085821558389107700?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1085821558389107700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=1085821558389107700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/1085821558389107700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/1085821558389107700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/beach-bums.html' title='Beach Bums'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SeO5GelanOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8lB9UJCYIT4/s72-c/097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-7366121057417673039</id><published>2009-03-03T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:04:49.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew I Like to Run??</title><content type='html'>It all started about 2 months ago. Some friends of mine were talking about running the half-marathon. My first thought...they are nuts...that does not sound like 'fun' at all. I only run from bees that I am terrified of and I would run if someone was chasing me with a knife, but other than that...don't do it. Thirteen miles sounds like torture....and why would you pay money to run in a race that you know for sure you can't win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, I thought about what I had said/thought....and was completly embarrassed by it. Yes, I am competitive. This is a trait that has driven me and pushed me and I wouldn't want to take that out of me...however, what I wanted to change about myself was that I can work towards a personal goal that is not about striving to be the best, but striving to be the best that I can be. Okay, that sounds like an army infomercial......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I was going to start training. I have been running for a month now. The first time I jumped on the treadmill just to see if I could even run...I ran 3 miles...and then we had the Saturday run of 4 miles around downtown. At about 3 miles, I wanted to quit. Every bone and muscle wanted to stop, but my friend, Melaney that was running beside me wouldn't let me quit. And I didn't and it felt so good! You would have thought that I had already run the marathon. A girl that was running with us told me good job and I just started to tear up. I was just so proud to be a part of something that was going to push me and make me work towards a goal and I was going to do it. My friends have inspired me and encouraged me. And when I am out there running in the freezing cold (18 degrees to be exact) and my eyelashes freeze, and when the rain beating down on my face cools me down, when there is snow all around me...it is awesome. It is awesome because God has given me this body that can be pushed like this and He has blessed me immensely. I have seen beautiful sunrises, a family of deer cross the road right in front of me, 1o geese three feet away from me not move an inch when I ran by, a gorgeous lake surrounded by glistening white snow. I can't run without giving Him praise and worshiping Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are running 6 miles this weekend!!! I encourage you to try something you don't think you can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-7366121057417673039?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7366121057417673039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=7366121057417673039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/7366121057417673039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/7366121057417673039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-knew-i-like-to-run.html' title='Who Knew I Like to Run??'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-2029301667670283734</id><published>2009-01-09T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:04:13.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Big Dreams</title><content type='html'>Those of you who know Abigail, know that she is my thinker...my observer.  She always has been.  She is always watching what is going on around her and her mind is always somewhere...daydreaming.  The other night we were on our way home from Wednesday night church...I look in the rear view mirror and can tell that Abigail is thinking hard about something.  She then asks me very seriously, "mommy, how do I know what I am supposed to be when I grow up?"  Of course, I talk way too much...anytime she asks me anything like this...I go on and on.  So, I tell her that God has given her special gifts and interests in things and that if she listens to Him and stays in His will and she does something she loves then she will know what she is supposed to do.  I went on to give her lots of examples of people in our family and the jobs they have and why they love them, etc.  She seems satisfied with my long drawn out answer.  She then gets very quiet and is thinking again. &lt;br /&gt;"Mom!", she says very excited...."I know EXACTLY what I am supposed to do when I grow up!"&lt;br /&gt;"you do? already?", I said...."YES!  I am going to braid hair!!!  I am sooooo good at it!  And I know I will just love it!"&lt;br /&gt;So, much for our talk :)&lt;br /&gt;"That is great sweetie! But, you have a few years to think about it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-2029301667670283734?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2029301667670283734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=2029301667670283734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2029301667670283734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2029301667670283734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2009/01/such-big-dreams.html' title='Such Big Dreams'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-5508302568410730900</id><published>2008-12-23T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:52:04.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Bond Between Dog and Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVFrcZVdnUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tznebwVJM1Y/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283121973463719234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVFrcZVdnUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tznebwVJM1Y/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVFrbynzQvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/EwFKdXzsNqg/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283121963071652594" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVFrbynzQvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/EwFKdXzsNqg/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you know our dog Sophie. You know that my relationship with Sophie has highs and lows. High when she is bathed, sweet, and cuddly....Low when she is stinky, naughty, and dirty. But, Allison, has loved Sophie since the day she knew she was there. She will lay down on the couch with her...share a pillow on the couch with Sophie's body most of the time being the pillow, share her food (feeding it to her from her highchair, especially the food she doesn't like when mommy is not looking), and just letting Sophie give her lots of affection (mainly kissing her face). Allison first tried to communicate with Sophie even before trying to talk to us. As soon as she would wake up in the morning, she would literally start barking to get Sophie to come and say good morning to her. She still barks...a lot... during the day! They have a special bond. I will often find Allison just hanging out with Sophie...petting her, throwing toys to her....and even sitting by her cage feeling sorry for her. The other day, I called to the kids to please put Sophie in her house because we were about to leave...Allison must have understood...She walked straight to the laundry room with Sophie following right behind and then managed to lead Sophie in her house for me...opened the door and then attempted to lock it. Then Allison sat down right next to her house barking to her until it was time to go. Allison and Sophie...love at first sight.&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/2542438030785180753-5508302568410730900?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5508302568410730900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=5508302568410730900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/5508302568410730900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/5508302568410730900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/12/special-bond-between-dog-and-daughter.html' title='A Special Bond Between Dog and Daughter'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVFrcZVdnUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tznebwVJM1Y/s72-c/074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-6338326287643578363</id><published>2008-12-22T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:19:12.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Annual Playgroup Christmas Party plus 5 of Abigail's friends from school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVACyKTfihI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ouEQQl0Wru8/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282725423688419858" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVACyKTfihI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ouEQQl0Wru8/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVACxsKRsQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/696ttlIRZ1g/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282725415596699906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVACxsKRsQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/696ttlIRZ1g/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVACxDuRSGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uyfmmqU7-oY/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282725404741814370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVACxDuRSGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uyfmmqU7-oY/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVACwzT4eOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nHCHym7gwPQ/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282725400336169186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVACwzT4eOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nHCHym7gwPQ/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVACwTcrUFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WsnOZOWCG4c/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282725391783120978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVACwTcrUFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WsnOZOWCG4c/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;about 15 kids...running around....eating...coloring....making ornaments....jumping on the trampoline....and acting out the Christmas story. You can't beat it! I know what some of you are thinking...I am being sarcastic. But, actually, I am not. I loved every second of it and look forward to next year when we do it all over again. Of course it helps to have a sweet friend (Jadie!) going behind the children sweeping up glitter, more glitter, and food everywhere and then she even did the dishes!!! I mean she did the hard part of the party...all I did was the fun stuff.  The kids really listened to the Christmas story and then acted it out...choosing the character they wanted to be.  Obviously, Abigail is a wiseman...Aaron, if you can tell that is him, is Joseph.  And of course, he had to be a bit silly.  Putting his hat way down over his eyes and then doing a little dance....All and all the party was super fun...at least for me :)   The next morning Abigail and Aaron and some of our friends from church headed over to a nursing home to sing carols and hand out cards and candy.  We did this last year as well. The kids remembered it and looked forward to it this year.  We read Christmas storybooks and sang a bunch of songs.  All of the residents were so glad to see us.  Well, maybe not all....but most :) It has become a tradition and such a great way to give to those who may find Christmas a very lonely time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-6338326287643578363?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6338326287643578363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=6338326287643578363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/6338326287643578363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/6338326287643578363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/12/annual-playgroup-christmas-party-plus-5.html' title='The Annual Playgroup Christmas Party plus 5 of Abigail&apos;s friends from school'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SVACyKTfihI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ouEQQl0Wru8/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-6547326307178662332</id><published>2008-12-17T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T06:36:03.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SUkNByASmWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dkc30nBsXV0/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280766362322639202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SUkNByASmWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dkc30nBsXV0/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SUkNBoIj9GI/AAAAAAAAALw/yj33kb1ekAg/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280766359672976482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SUkNBoIj9GI/AAAAAAAAALw/yj33kb1ekAg/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SUkNA_4bnfI/AAAAAAAAALo/nTS3RCxbV_8/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280766348867902962" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SUkNA_4bnfI/AAAAAAAAALo/nTS3RCxbV_8/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from a couple of big events....first, Aaron's Thanksgiving program.  He did such a great job quoting his memory verses and singing and reciting poetry.  Gammie and Doc were passing through town on their way to St. Louis, so it was perfect timing and Aaron was beyond thrilled to have them there.  In between every little song, his eyes would go directly to Doc, and he would grin from ear to ear....looking so proud.  It was absolutely precious.  And I am sure it made Doc feel really special.  I love the pic with the 3 of them....can you tell they are related???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the last pic is of Abigail at her bible presentation at church.  Our church gives 1st graders their very own bible.  It was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-6547326307178662332?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6547326307178662332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=6547326307178662332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/6547326307178662332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/6547326307178662332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-some-pictures.html' title='Just some pictures...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SUkNByASmWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dkc30nBsXV0/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-4167279826348614889</id><published>2008-12-04T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:50:05.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Tide!  and Sic em Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/STg0LFwgX_I/AAAAAAAAALg/Qzwxt0qbhpc/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276024328593367026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/STg0LFwgX_I/AAAAAAAAALg/Qzwxt0qbhpc/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/STg0KR4ntsI/AAAAAAAAALY/7aG-7KLlQas/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276024314668758722" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/STg0KR4ntsI/AAAAAAAAALY/7aG-7KLlQas/s320/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/STg0KPLSVzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yFW9sNnqBEE/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276024313941743410" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/STg0KPLSVzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yFW9sNnqBEE/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/STg0JrogmWI/AAAAAAAAALI/8lja83YvoYM/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276024304400636258" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/STg0JrogmWI/AAAAAAAAALI/8lja83YvoYM/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/STg0Ivdq5aI/AAAAAAAAALA/_SFsooaim54/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276024288249046434" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/STg0Ivdq5aI/AAAAAAAAALA/_SFsooaim54/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to tell ya'll that on our way to Texas for Thanksgiving we made a rather long pit stop. We were driving through Tuscaloosa so of course we had to stop and take a look at the stadium and of course take some pictures. In case some of you are wondering...'when did she become a Bama fan?'...well, it has happened over many,many,many years. 13 1'/2 to be exact. Jason is a huge Alabama fan and I have always tried really hard to be one too, but it was just so hard because we were always losing...and I am from TX...and I like to win and well, it just didn't come naturally. I had a hard time cheering for them or really getting into the game. (I told you that I was brainwashed as a child, right?...about TX stuff....But, finally, after all these years, (before the season began mind you) I told Jason I am going to be a true fan. I am going to shout and do a football dance and act as crazy as you do this year. And I did...and they won and they kept winning. Now, I am not trying to take credit for Nick Saban, but you do the math....13 years....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we were all excited to take a break from the long drive and take a look around the campus. Aaron was beyond excited. But, I think he is now brainwashed as well. Before the Alabama/Auburn game, he came up to me and said, "Mommy, I can't wear these tennis shoes today....they are the wrong colors.....I am not an Auburn fan and these shoes are navy and orange...I need some red ones." It was priceless. He then reminded everyone of my family members (who could care less about Alabama football) that Alabama beat Auburn bad. That Auburn got zero. Good thing we weren't with our Auburn fan cousins :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home from Texas we stopped over at good ol' Waco, TX. Jason kept joking with me that we could always move back there and give back to our alma mater...I said "uhhh, no thank you"...I mean I love Baylor and all, but Waco...not so much! But, it was so sweet to take the kids around the campus. Ya'll know I love to go down memory lane, so this was right up my alley. I mean...every place on campus had some meaning to both Jason and I. The place we first met, the field we would play football on, the creek we cleaned out with FLO, the library where I would study and Jason would try and distract me...It was fun to tell Abigail and Aaron that we had our first kiss here and how we would sit on a swing under a big tree..(that swing is no longer there mind you, but the tree is...) and kiss...Abigail of course got all giggly...It was really sweet. It meant more to Jason and I than the kids, I am sure. Here are some pics from both places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-4167279826348614889?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4167279826348614889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=4167279826348614889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/4167279826348614889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/4167279826348614889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/12/roll-tide-and-sic-em-bears.html' title='Roll Tide!  and Sic em Bears'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/STg0LFwgX_I/AAAAAAAAALg/Qzwxt0qbhpc/s72-c/096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-5183665145964538196</id><published>2008-12-02T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:19:20.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much to Be Thankful For</title><content type='html'>I just spent the week with my family in Texas for Thanksgiving.  I love the fact that my family gets together with grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings, neices and nephews.  I have a big family as most of you know and I just enjoy being with them so much.  I love the laughter and the remembering of times when we were young.  Without fail, every time I have to say goodbye my eyes fill up with tears.  I just can't help it.  But, this week there were even more tears.  My Uncle Anthony went home to be with the Lord on Sunday morning before Thanksgiving.  I was in the car on my way to hug his neck one last time when I got the call.  I just want to take a minute to tell you all a little bit about my uncle.  He made us all laugh all of the time!  And I mean all the time.  If you were near my uncle he would have you in stitches.  He told the best ghost stories that he made up himself.  My cousin and my siblings would all gather around him and just listen so intently and no matter how many times we  heard the tale of the Woman and the GOOLLDDDEEENNN  ARM..we would scream everytime.  And want him to tell it again.  He would also do great magic tricks...like swallowing all sorts of things...or at least he had us fooled.:)  We would do Chinese Fire Drills in my uncles big suburban, where we would run around the car like crazy people and jump back in as fast as we could (probably not the safest thing but sure was fun)  Still don't know why it was called a Chinese Fire Drill.  At my uncle's house, you can be sure we always have a good time...stay up late talking and laughing....and we will continue to...Uncle Anthony wouldn't have it any other way and I am sure he is bringing such laughter and a lot of good jokes to Heaven.  And in my son Aaron's words..."We sure are going to miss seeing him, but he is not going to miss us...He is having so much fun in Heaven with Jesus.  I am sure they are having a party up there!"&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt B is one of the strongest women I know.  Her heart is pure gold and her inner strength is astounding.  I love you Aunt B!  And John, my cousin, words cannot express...but you know....love you! &lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was truly a time to reflect on what...and more importantly...who I am thankful for.  It was a reminder to strengthen those relationships that need to be strengthened...to say things I need to say to those who need to hear it....to love much...and to forgive much...to hug and to hold on....to give and give more....to thank God daily for my family and the many blessings that He has given me.  So I encourage you to do the same.  Happy Thanksgiving.  Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-5183665145964538196?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5183665145964538196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=5183665145964538196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/5183665145964538196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/5183665145964538196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/12/much-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='Much to Be Thankful For'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-3138963773427889895</id><published>2008-11-17T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:28:07.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And More Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH9sMimvEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1mCjoAX7hGg/s1600-h/365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269771974722632770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH9sMimvEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1mCjoAX7hGg/s320/365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH9r4w6foI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QkklvyL9FmQ/s1600-h/341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269771969413938818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH9r4w6foI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QkklvyL9FmQ/s320/341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH9rpbM5ZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5jQnqXI4sbI/s1600-h/326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269771965296338322" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH9rpbM5ZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5jQnqXI4sbI/s320/326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH9rT80aBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kwvqZdX9NSs/s1600-h/324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269771959531759634" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH9rT80aBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kwvqZdX9NSs/s320/324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH9q3RNMsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NplPZGUMxSM/s1600-h/323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269771951832642242" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH9q3RNMsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NplPZGUMxSM/s320/323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allison is growing so big! And she has a Big personality to go along with it. She is so funny and full of energy!  And Happy...unless you take something she wants or she doesn't get her way :) then she quickly changes her tune!  Love you Little Monkey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-3138963773427889895?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3138963773427889895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=3138963773427889895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/3138963773427889895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/3138963773427889895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-more-pictures.html' title='And More Pictures!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH9sMimvEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1mCjoAX7hGg/s72-c/365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-2838815040130928624</id><published>2008-11-17T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:12:46.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH6MxSiQXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6AupuKyD6NA/s1600-h/296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269768136296644978" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH6MxSiQXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6AupuKyD6NA/s320/296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH6MiyoGUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HyiyHCGRtKE/s1600-h/295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269768132404713794" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH6MiyoGUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HyiyHCGRtKE/s320/295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH6McawzFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/x5ATfK63WkQ/s1600-h/288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269768130694007890" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH6McawzFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/x5ATfK63WkQ/s320/288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH6Lws94zI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Qyx44059Pjg/s1600-h/259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269768118959203122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH6Lws94zI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Qyx44059Pjg/s320/259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH6NKwYraI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/p9nXZZ4Ryz8/s1600-h/316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269768143132732834" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH6NKwYraI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/p9nXZZ4Ryz8/s320/316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-2838815040130928624?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2838815040130928624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=2838815040130928624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2838815040130928624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2838815040130928624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH6MxSiQXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6AupuKyD6NA/s72-c/296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-1563199950826083351</id><published>2008-11-17T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:01:29.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How sad...has it really been since September???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH2qz-FkPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/M1eXOps2JYI/s1600-h/239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269764254365749490" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH2qz-FkPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/M1eXOps2JYI/s320/239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH2qjrVyFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-EggHh_TUWw/s1600-h/231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269764249992153170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH2qjrVyFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-EggHh_TUWw/s320/231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH2qRtNdkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MAzCkfzWxFw/s1600-h/211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269764245168158274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH2qRtNdkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MAzCkfzWxFw/s320/211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH2p8B2HxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EiToGR4ZPTs/s1600-h/191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269764239349128978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH2p8B2HxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EiToGR4ZPTs/s320/191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH2pn4GNrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Rzfc3nw5xNo/s1600-h/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269764233939531442" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH2pn4GNrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Rzfc3nw5xNo/s320/160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I am such a bad blogger! I have good intentions, but my follow through, well, pretty much stinks. So, let me now try to catch you all up on the last couple of MONTHS! Like I am going to be able to remember, but I will just hit the highlights and post some pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see...big things in September...my "little" brother, Kyle, graduated from DPS Academy in Texas and is now an official Highway Patrolmen. I really feel I probably missed a calling at some point because my dad, my sister, and my 2 brothers all work for the DPS. I always joke with Jason that I would have made an excellent trooper and that I would like to go to the academy just for the "fun" of it. But in all seriousness, we are all very proud of my little bro and all his accomplishments. It is not easy to graduate..it is a grueling 6 months and hard on the troopers and their spouses...(Jenna...love you!) Way to go both of you! Jenna tagged me on some pics that ya'll may have seen of my siblings on Kyle's graduating day. Let's see..there was soccer and more soccer, pumpkin patches and more pumpkin patches....Aaron learned to ride his bike without training wheels in about 5 minutes...(why have I had those on for so long?) Abigail lost a front teeth...and then Abigial had 5 teeth pulled...yes, I said 5. Then of course, there was Halloween. We spent the night with the Helton's. This has been a little tradition since Abigail was 3 and they were in the same class at Clearview. Clearview use to put on a little carnival and we would go, but now we just head to the Helton's neighborhood and trick or treat and eat dinner together. In our neighborhood the houses are so far apart, that we are all worn out by the time we go to three houses, so their neighborhood is a lot more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In November, Jason surprised me with a trip to D.C. Loved it! My mom came and watched the kids for us and we had a great little getaway. I had never been and was just in awe of this beautiful city. I love history, museums, and all that stuff so this was so much fun for me. However, I have no pictures to post, because we didn't bring a camera. I know, crazy! But, Jason thought we couldn't take it in lots of places...anyway....we will go back with the kiddos for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2542438030785180753-1563199950826083351?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1563199950826083351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=1563199950826083351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/1563199950826083351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/1563199950826083351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-sadhas-it-really-been-since.html' title='How sad...has it really been since September???'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SSH2qz-FkPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/M1eXOps2JYI/s72-c/239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-7045238259667254093</id><published>2008-09-17T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:17:46.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lovebug is 1!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNL8snJIXYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Dr587LInzCI/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247534359191772546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNL8snJIXYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Dr587LInzCI/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNL8s5WIJ3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/gZEOKzzNkPk/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247534364078122866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNL8s5WIJ3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/gZEOKzzNkPk/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNL8tAxUlFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jveERJP8GEA/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247534366071231570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNL8tAxUlFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jveERJP8GEA/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNL8ty7QmUI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZYBkHSMANB0/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247534379534686530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNL8ty7QmUI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZYBkHSMANB0/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNL8uHozGFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RUwKowCYsjo/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247534385094400082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNL8uHozGFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RUwKowCYsjo/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Allison is One! How can a year fly by like that??? So much change in a year. Our little sweet baby girl weighed only 5 pounds and 4 1/2 ounces when she was born. She was only 18 1/2 inches long. And she wasn't even the smallest of our three :) Now she is a whopping 21 pounds and 30 inches long!!! She is practically running around the house. She is curious, bold, adventurous, daring, strong, and funny. She will follow me around getting into everything she shouldn't. And when I have to spank her little hand for getting into something I told her not to get into....she will get so mad! And go right back...staring me down the whole way! She is one determined little baby. Oh, but sweet as can be. She gives great kisses and loves to be the center of attention. When we laugh, she cackles, even though she has no clue what is going on. She just doesn't want to miss out on anything. She loves to talk on the phone and of course her favorite person to talk to is of course....DADDY! She will jabber to him for as long as he would let her. It is absolutely precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For her birthday, we had some of our family and friends over for a little Ladybug Picnic. The "Ladybug" actually slept through most of it because I figured...why wake her...the cake will be here when she wakes up. She enjoyed being sang to and playing in the cake. Here are some pictures from the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-7045238259667254093?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7045238259667254093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=7045238259667254093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/7045238259667254093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/7045238259667254093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-lovebug-is-1.html' title='Our Lovebug is 1!!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNL8snJIXYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Dr587LInzCI/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-4788276665496232089</id><published>2008-09-17T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:36:02.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Pre-K!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNgayyV5WqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/d0G3EXZ7mgc/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248974825509706402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNgayyV5WqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/d0G3EXZ7mgc/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNgazMZ-fxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wCzmCOJTyMM/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248974832506142482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNgazMZ-fxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wCzmCOJTyMM/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNgazn3IlEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WwxfdbYasVY/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248974839876195394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNgazn3IlEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WwxfdbYasVY/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNgazwUSE1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/g4Kn5dc9gXg/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248974842145936210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNgazwUSE1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/g4Kn5dc9gXg/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNga0duIKuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/y9UlSD1gyvA/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248974854333934306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNga0duIKuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/y9UlSD1gyvA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pre-K, in case some of you don't know this, is not preschool. It is pre-k and please don't forget that when talking to Aaron. Aaron is loving it! Of course every day I ask him..."what was your favorite thing?"...and his response is the same every single day..."the playground!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has Ms. Patti (who Abigial had for pre-k as well). We love Ms. Patti! She is a fantasic teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hard to believe that Aaron will start Kindergarten next year! Maybe I will home school...don't think he will go for that one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures from the first day. He is so responsible when it comes to school. He gets up promptly...gets his clothes on before he comes out of his room...brings his backpack down...I mean he is ready. I pray this continues :)&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/2542438030785180753-4788276665496232089?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4788276665496232089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=4788276665496232089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/4788276665496232089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/4788276665496232089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/09/off-to-pre-k.html' title='Off to Pre-K!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNgayyV5WqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/d0G3EXZ7mgc/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-1316155109648918749</id><published>2008-09-17T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:19:22.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Dancing Diva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNg4PUExvvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1PRnTIRfr-s/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249007201438252786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNg4PUExvvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1PRnTIRfr-s/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abigial took dance for one semester when she was just barely three....what was I thinking?? It was one of those things that it seemed like a good idea at the time, but then once we started...not so good. She was just too young. She didn't really like it. She didn't really learn much. And it certainly cost too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, imagine my surprise after 3 years of soccer (which she loves)...she decides she is ready to try dance again. She has gone a couple of weeks now to Dancers EDGE...love it by the way....and she has just fallen in love with dance. She comes home showing me all the things she is learning. She even stood on some stage in the room when the teacher asked her to demonstrate something to the rest of the class. For those of you who know Abigail really well...this is exciting because she can be timid at times. She said she wasn't nervous at all and that is was fun!!! She is having so much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows...maybe someday she will be like her mommy and go to zumba and hip hop classes at the Y...ha ha ha! That is about all the dance training I have :) But, I do love it. And I am so thankful that Abigail is loving it as well. Here is a  pic of her that I took really quickly outside of the studio.  Ms. Beth likes their hair put in a bun and bangs pulled off of her face..we do our best with a short haircut it is a little difficult :) So, we just put a lot of sparkly things in her hair which of course Abigail loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2542438030785180753-1316155109648918749?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1316155109648918749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=1316155109648918749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/1316155109648918749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/1316155109648918749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-dancing-diva.html' title='Our Dancing Diva'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SNg4PUExvvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1PRnTIRfr-s/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-5225745923455159449</id><published>2008-08-13T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:44:26.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Buddy and Baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKOJ68o7-lI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qO36b2WzuOU/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234178837737896530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKOJ68o7-lI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qO36b2WzuOU/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKOJ7JONjdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yyTFNOC2gW8/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234178841115463122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKOJ7JONjdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yyTFNOC2gW8/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKOJ7X8-NDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jfTo3R02zmw/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKOJ7m-XIhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A7-r1YXz85U/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKOJ74J2-eI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PQCDZfs1kFk/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234178853713672674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKOJ74J2-eI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PQCDZfs1kFk/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron...that little boy has me wrapped around his finger. All he has to do is look at me with those big blue eyes, bat those eyelashes.....I pretty much will do whatever he says. :) Even play baseball in the yard in the heat of August; which is what we did a lot of today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know, he looks just like his daddy. He even has a lot of the same gestures and mannerisms. But, he has his mommy's love and competitive drive in sports. Now, don't get me wrong, his daddy loves sports too. But, Jason loved the game and could care less if he won or lost. Jason is a true team player. Like Abigail. I, on the other hand, loved the game and would sacrifice my body to win. Even at 7 years old I can remember playing tag in the front yard and a boy named Doug was chasing me....no way on earth was I going to let a boy catch me. So I wound up doing a flip in the air and landing flat on my face on the gravel, but he never caught me until I was down. I have played beach volleyball for hours and hours and hours to the point of dehydration many times..even passing out. Some of you are reading this and thinking I am crazy. But, it is who I am. I have been watching the Olympics and wishing I was one :) ha ha ha. I just love sports! I love to compete. And our little boy does too. And he loves to win. I am having to teach him that he just needs to give his best, win or lose. I don't want him to be so hard on himself or be so concerned with how many hits he had or how many times he scored. It is a hard thing to teach coming from someone who had to work on that her whole life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron just loves every sport. When he sees the Olympics on T.V...he starts talking about the "olympians" (he must have heard them called that on tv or from Jason) and if they are from the USA and what exactly are they playing...can you teach me how to play that?, what are the rules, how do you keep score etc, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today we played beach volleyball in the playroom. Aaron would spike the ball as hard as he could right at my head!, but I would spike it right back :) we had a blast.....yes, dear, we did, I am sorry that we played ball in the house, but it was so hot and it was a soft beach ball...then of course we had to play baseball. No, we did not play that in the house. Aaron wanted me to teach him how to catch better with his glove, like Daddy does, so that when Daddy gets home we can play catch with the glove. So sweet! When he would catch the ball with the glove, I would do a crazy dance and give him a high five. He barrelled over laughing each time and said I was just like 'grandma'. He didn't know he had just given me a huge compliment. Then, of course, he had to bat, and bat, and bat, over and over again...I am horrible at baseball, so that ball speeding towards my face scares me a little. I am usually ducking and covering my face with the glove so he won't pound me too bad. But, we had a great time together. Mother and son. I love you Aaron. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are older, and you go back and read this journal, (my hope is you will someday) and read the things you, Abigail and Allison were doing , and what Mom was thinking about that day...this is something I want you to hold onto because I have a feeling you are going to need to hear this one day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sports are fun. Winning is fun. But, more important than all of that Aaron is that you are God's child. He loves you even more than I love you Aaron, which is a whole bunch. Remember this, God has gifted you in many ways. He has made you love sports and has given you athletic ability. But, He wants you to use all your gifts to glorify Him. God wants you to do things you love to do. He is in control. He gives gifts and He can also take them away when he needs to in order to ground you and bring you back to Him. Always give God's best and give Him all the glory. Thank Him everyday for the gifts He has given you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2542438030785180753-5225745923455159449?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5225745923455159449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=5225745923455159449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/5225745923455159449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/5225745923455159449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-buddy-and-baseball.html' title='Our Buddy and Baseball'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKOJ68o7-lI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qO36b2WzuOU/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-2835782117703119049</id><published>2008-08-12T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:28:55.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abigail's First Day of First Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKI4jv7r0VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xJUzQjF1ZUg/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233807903771316562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKI4jv7r0VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xJUzQjF1ZUg/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKI4j6IqjlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZasKPDBCFP8/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233807906510114386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKI4j6IqjlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZasKPDBCFP8/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKI4kHUXc8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ue6Wfxj-3II/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233807910048854978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKI4kHUXc8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ue6Wfxj-3II/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKI4kaOdvPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T6R4GIAaDkI/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233807915124374770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKI4kaOdvPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T6R4GIAaDkI/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKI4k4c8IbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SiHQTibSfqg/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233807923238150578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKI4k4c8IbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SiHQTibSfqg/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So hard to believe that our little baby girl started first grade yesterday! She was so excited for school that she popped out of bed at 6 am....had her clothes on by 6:05...and completely ready for school by 7. An hour earlier than needed :) We will see how long that lasts. I am sure in a couple of weeks I will be pulling her out of bed by her toe nails, as she is a heavy sleeper. I took her to school on the first day because I wanted to see her classroom and meet her teacher. If given the choice, she probably would have chosen to ride the bus. Her teacher is Miss Hawk. Abigail had imagined she had short dark brown hair, brown eyes, and was about my size. When we met her, we found out, that she had long blonde hair and blue eyes. :) So, she was a little off. Four of Abigail's little girl friends from her room last year are in her room this year. Abigail was so excited about that! Abigail's best friend, Jenna, is in her room. They sat across the room from each other. Abigail sat down and starting working on the coloring sheet that Miss Hawk had on their desks for them to work on. The room was so quiet. I was filling out paper work. Then, Jenna, hollers across the room..."hey, Are you riding the bus home from school?" Abigail says back..."Yes, I think so!" So, I mark out car rider... (chuckling under my breath...is this the same child that just a year ago I had to convince her to ride the bus after a month of school???)....and change to bus rider on the form that I had just filled out for how she was to get home on the first day. Wow, she sure has grown up. So secure, so confident. She had a great first day. Loves her teacher and was up at 6 am again this morning :) Came home beaming after a second day. She was rewarded with some superstar award that she will get to retrieve a prize from a treasure chest tomorrow. She is pumped!! Enjoy the pics from the first day! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-2835782117703119049?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2835782117703119049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=2835782117703119049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2835782117703119049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2835782117703119049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/08/abigails-first-day-of-first-grade.html' title='Abigail&apos;s First Day of First Grade'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKI4jv7r0VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xJUzQjF1ZUg/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-5404324662000902885</id><published>2008-08-12T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:29:42.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures from the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKGeLcV_wZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rxEYk8mV_EY/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638161405428114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKGeLcV_wZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rxEYk8mV_EY/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKGeL1Z8MvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eQKsJv17mhw/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638168132858610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKGeL1Z8MvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eQKsJv17mhw/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKGeMY48YhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/t7I6gcUXLj0/s1600-h/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638177658135058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKGeMY48YhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/t7I6gcUXLj0/s320/111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SKGeMipJyXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/E2GbSw5a2ik/s1600-h/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638180276259186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-4100059729623445415</id><published>2008-08-06T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:33:04.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it really been since June???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SJocE3eBJgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7pHEnJP9mSY/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231524787079161346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SJocE3eBJgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7pHEnJP9mSY/s320/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SJocFMAyGOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ef8lKCivywE/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231524792593684706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SJocFMAyGOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ef8lKCivywE/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SJocFRHKrxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/L710sdQjy-Q/s1600-h/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231524793962639122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SJocFRHKrxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/L710sdQjy-Q/s320/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SJocF9fa6QI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ut4uafDQTLI/s1600-h/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231524805875525890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SJocF9fa6QI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ut4uafDQTLI/s320/138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SJocFzc0TnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kOjP9EQ3Sks/s1600-h/228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231524803180252786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SJocFzc0TnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kOjP9EQ3Sks/s320/228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! I can't believe that I haven't written since Father's Day. We have been so busy traveling. I have much to talk about. Apparently there are a few people who read this because they have noticed that I haven't written a thing in awhile. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Walton's have been out of town a lot lately. I will start off with our trip to Texas. We go every summer and do the "Tour de Tejas". Visiting my two families and as many extended relatives that we can see. I am currently one of two relatives who live outside the state of Texas. Me and my Aunt Diane are the only two. Can you imagine...out of all my family...brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents galore...I am the only one that left that great state??? We must be brainwashed at birth or something. People just don't leave...unless otherwise by force...just kidding honey...you did not force me to come to TN. I do love it here. But, I do miss my family. Anyway, back to our trip, we flew. Yee Haw! Yeah! It was such an easy trip. Me and the three little ones (Jason, unfortunately, had to stay and work). Aaron and Abigail didn't remember every riding on a plane, so it was a lot of fun watching them. We had just been to Disney World, so I think they expected the plane to feel like the Tower of Terror or the ride Soarin. Aaron kept saying...doesn't this thing go any faster? too funny. We visited Austin first. Got to see my sister Melody and her husband Casey and their four sweet kiddos. My other siblings..Emily and her little girl Madison, Ryan, and Kyle and wife Jenna. And of course my parents. Great fun. So glad to see everyone. The kids swam and swam some more and just had a blast playing with their cousins. I also was able to get to go to my dad's retirement reception. After 35 years of working for the department, he retired! Unbelievable. Almost shocking actually for us kids. We are all so proud of my dad and for the work he has done for the state of Texas. I for one was tearing up at the reception. We are proud of him! Way to go Dad! Congratulations again! The time went fast and then we were off to Dallas to see my parents and sibling (Kristin and her babies Brayden and Kenzie) there. I got to see a lot of my extended family...uncles, grandma. We had a blast. The first day we were there my mom took me and the kids (minus Allison) to Six Flags! Way too much fun! My mom bought one of those fastpass things. We stood in absolutely no lines and rode everything. Aaron rode the Shockwave which takes him on 2 loops...he loved it and was so proud of himself. We got off the ride and he said, "Mom, I wish the whole ride was upside down. that was my favorite part" Seriously though, we rode everything. Things that I used to love, made me sick. Must be because I am old. Abigail and I got on some rocket that goes upside down and I nearly puked when we were on it and felt sick for a long time after. But, my little girl, not even phased. The last ride of the day was the TITAN. Let me paint the picture for you...25 stories high...yes, I said 25 stories, on the smallest little rail ever! Abigail wanted to ride it, so off we went. I gave her very specific instructions. Do not look out!! Just look at me or look at the seat in front of us. Do not look out!! So of course, she looked out...while I stared at a yellow sticker that was in front of us, so that I wouldn't be tempted to look out....we were that high. Then we dropped and dropped and dropped! Wow, what a roller coaster. Abigail laughed and smiled the whole way and wanted to ride again! After Six Flags, we spent the rest of the time in Dallas, swimming, took a picture of all the grandkids, and swam some more. It was a quick trip, though we were gone over a week, but lots of fun! And so good to see everyone and let the kids play with their cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home, Abigail and Aaron were off to the beach with Gammie and Doc (Jason's parents). I met my mom in law halfway between B'ham and here and they drove the rest of the way to the beach. A couple of cousins (Ashton and Avery) spent the 5 days with them. They had a blast. Ate a lot. Boogie Boarded. Aaron got stung by a jellyfish, poor guy. Wish I had been there, though I am glad I wasn't...if that makes sense...Jason's dad is a doctor, so he was in better hands than mine :) It was so nice to just have little Allison and really dote on just her. She took about 7 steps! Hard to believe!!! She isn't even 11 months yet...I wonder if she will be doing everything a bit faster, just to keep up with brother and sister. Our sweet baby is growing so fast! Jason and I met everyone at the beach and then stayed a week there with just our family. I treasure that time together and the relaxation of it all. The beach was absolutely beautiful though the rip tide was strong due to the storm headed towards TX. I went for a walk by myself one day. I walked to a point on the beach where I was in complete solitude. I just stood there and marveled at God's amazing creation. The water was crystal clear, the sand so white....and God created all that for us to enjoy. His Love for us is so deep and so wide..just like that ocean I stood in awe of. It was sweet to share that with the kids and watch their little faces light up hearing about how much God loves them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole trip we just played and played. Marco Polo, swim races, sandcastles, boogie boarding, doing flips in the water, and Jason throwing the kids so high that people next to us were commenting on how our kids were like rockets...he he he...you go honey! Anyway, we played Uno till the cows came home and did more puzzles than you can imagine. We just had so much fun and just really enjoyed hanging out. "veggin out" We are back home now and will not be traveling for awhile. School is about to start and as Abigail says..."I really need to get rid of my beach brain before school starts." I will have to say that goes for all of us! Enjoy the pics from the beach. I was really wishing my friend Jadie was here to take pictures of us...because I am just not the photographer that she is. but I tried :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-4100059729623445415?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4100059729623445415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=4100059729623445415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/4100059729623445415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/4100059729623445415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/08/has-it-really-been-since-june.html' title='Has it really been since June???'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SJocE3eBJgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7pHEnJP9mSY/s72-c/084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-7749166273077122304</id><published>2008-06-16T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:45:50.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Cheers for my Three Dads (and one amazing husband that is also a dad)</title><content type='html'>I have three dads. My real dad, my step-dad, and my father-in-law...but they are all my dads and on Father's day I just want to take a minute to honor each of them. A lot of my closest friends don't really know my family that well because they live so far away and I don't see them as much as I would like to. I consider myself very blessed to have learned so much from my dads. Dads, I hope you know how very much I love all of you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that you have influenced my life in so many ways because of who you are. You are a man of great integrity and honor. You have taught me to do what I love and love what I do and to take great pride in what I accomplish. You have taught me there is wrong and right and where that line is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also taught me how to be silly with my kids and how to create really magical memories for them. I can remember as a little girl all the fun things you did for all of us kids...the "magic tricks"..where you literally "stopped" the rain, the vacation to Disney that you planned so well, the Christmas traditions we had, that involved you going to great lengths to keep us all believing in Santa, the birthday cakes that you made for me. There are childhood memories I have of the two of us spending time togther, just the two of us; which was not easy with 5 kids running around. Like the times in the airplane where you bought 2 tickets and flew back and forth to Odessa to come and get me for our monthly visits. And the time in the airports, where we chased lizards, ate bagels with cream cheese, and you bought me little figurines that I so proudly displayed on my dresser when I would get home. I treasured this more than you knew, and I still treasure it to this day. I can remember always trying to make sure that I would get a 100 on my spelling test each week in first grade...not because you cared so much that I made a 100, (because I know you would have been proud of me with whatever grade I made as long as I gave it my best), but because of the fact that my teacher Mrs. Ryan would give me the coolest sticker in the world if I got a perfect score. Some would be fuzzy with googly eyes, or sparkly and puffy...they were all 3 dimensional and very "cool". And the most important part of all that...is that when you would pick me up from the airport on Friday night, I would give you that sticker from that morning and you would proudly put that sticker on the dashboard of your state trooper car. No matter how silly it looked :) That meant the world to me...and poor trooper who got that car after you, because those stickers would not come off from the sun and heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got older, the lessons you taught me would come in the form of some serious talks. I can remember talking to you about my college choice, my career choice, and my future spouse. It was you who gave me the best advice when it came to Jason...let me set the scene. We had been dating for 6 years...and I didn't know if he was going to propose ever...I was feeling discouraged and down and I sat down with you and cried, saying, "it's over...I don't think he ever wants to marry me...so what does that mean??" You looked me in the eyes and said..."Do you love him? Do you want to be with him? Even if that means dating him for the rest of your life?" I said "Yes!" And you said, "then tell Jason that...and I did! And we were engaged soon after. I guess Jason needed to know that I wanted him and not a ring! And you were right!!! Oh, Dad, there is way too much that I could say, but I just want you and everyone else to know what a wonderful dad that I have and how much I love you and appreciate you on Father's Day and every day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always and Forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the Christmas I gave you that Brad Paisley CD, not because you like Brad Paisley, because I don't even think you knew who he was, but because of one song. A song about a dad choosing to be a dad, not because he had to, but because he wanted to. That song is still on the radio and I always think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time you took my mom out on a date. I was 4 years old and it was Valentine's day. You brought me a red dog and I got to go along on the date. I think that speaks volumes of who you were and are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have always provided everything that I needed because you love me. You made sure that I got to go to the best schools...all the way up to Baylor. I can remember you taking me to school in your 300 ZX (is that what it was called?) with the top down, listening to whatever music that I liked...even if that meant Michael Jackson (4th and 5th grade :) You would take me all the way across town to the best magnet school in Odessa. I know you did this because you loved me. And when it came time for me to go to college, you wanted me to be able to go to Baylor and you made sure that I could. That school changed my life in so many ways...it strengthened my faith and my relationship with Jesus Christ (main thing) and it brought me to my wonderful husband! Thank you for making sure I had the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't miss any of my volleyball games in highschool. You were there, videoing each and every one. You read every newspaper article they ever wrote about me...even if it was just one line. You did this, I know, because you were proud of me. It made me feel very special that you cared that much.&lt;br /&gt;You have always expected the best from me and you pushed me to try harder. I appreciate that. I also was raised to follow the rules and know consequences. I appreciate that too. It kept me out of too much trouble...even though I did mess up at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a great dad and great Pop and for loving me! On Father's day, I want you to know that I love you and wish you a great day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always and Forever,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life when I began dating Jason. I remember the first time I really got to know you was Freshman year when I drove in the car with you all the way from Charlotte, NC to Birmingham. I got to meet your mom (Meemaw) on the way. I felt like I really began to know who you were from that trip and I also thought to myself..."I know now how Jason is such a wonderful guy" You are kind, generous, and loving. You are sincere and honest. You have such a strong and personal relationship with the Lord. I have so much respect for you. I am very blessed to not only have a wonderful husband but a wonderful family that came along with it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always treat me like a daughter. I know you love me. And I don't think there are a lot of daughters-in-law that can say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come to our house, you always find a way to help us. (I wish I could say it is hard for you to find something to do, but I can't...there is always plenty that needs to be done) Whether it is helping with furniture placement, caulking, yardwork, etc...you help us. Because you love us! We appreciate this more than you know because we know you don't feel like you have to, you do it out of love. You have a servan'ts heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly treasure the relationship you have with our kids. They love you so much and you love them more! I love to see them just run as fast as they can to you as soon as you walk in the door. Screaming "Docky!!!" It melts my heart for them to have such a sweet relationship with you. I know they are learning so much from you because of who you are and I just want you to know that words cannot express my appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Father's day and everyday, I just want you to know that you are greatly loved! Thank you for being such a great dad and Doc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always and Forever,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Sweet Hubby,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our children are so blessed to have you as their daddy!  If they could write and express their thoughts...here is what they would say :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Most Wonderful Awesome Daddy, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank you for loving us so much.  You give the best hugs and kisses.  You are super funny.  You tickle us until we can't breathe (we tell you to stop, but we love it!)  We have the best Dad in the whole wide world.  You always play with us.  You and Mommy give us a bath,  tuck us in every night, and say prayers with us.  I know you can always fix anything that breaks.  And our grass is super green and always looks good!  When you are gone, we miss you like crazy and we ask mommy lots of times 'when are you coming home?'  But, Daddy, no matter how much work you have to do, we know that we come first.  We know you always listen to us and you think we hung the moon.  And Daddy, on Father's Day, we want you to know that we think you hung the moon.  We love you all the way to Pluto and back!  You are the best Daddy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Father's Day!  We love you!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, Abigail, Aaron, and Allison&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;written by mommy&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/2542438030785180753-7749166273077122304?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7749166273077122304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=7749166273077122304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/7749166273077122304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/7749166273077122304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/06/three-cheers-for-my-three-dads-and-one.html' title='Three Cheers for my Three Dads (and one amazing husband that is also a dad)'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-5601706494356139513</id><published>2008-06-11T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:59:47.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it's been 7 years!!</title><content type='html'>Monday was our wedding anniversary....7 years!  The years sure have flown by...Well, actually, we have been in love for 13 1/2 years.  College sweethearts...we were the only people each other dated during college more than one date!  It is so fun to have that kind of history with your spouse.  So many memories to treasure.  I mean we literally grew up together!  I had wanted to attend ATM, and when they rejected me and Baylor said yes...I said well, Lord, I guess you want me at Baylor instead.  I sure am glad because the man of my dreams was also attending Baylor, we would be in a Freshman Leadership Organization together and would meet right after school started.  I can vividly remember shaking his hand the day we met...and him introducing himself, with that sweet southern drawl.   Soon after we were dating and have been dating ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, the whole family watched our wedding video.  The kids absolutely loved it. And so did we.  I encourage all of you to make that a yearly tradition in your home.  I loved listening to all Wade (friend and minister who married us) said.  It was truly a worship service.  I loved seeing all of our family there and listening to their words of wisdom they gave to us on our wedding day.  Our video was not one that was edited...just raw footage, and I have to say, there was a whole lot of kissing goin on.  I don't think Jason and I said much to each other that day, but we certainly kissed a lot!!!  Like every other second!!   I noticed my skin looked a whole lot younger and fresher.  But, one thing is for certain.  I love that man more today than I ever could have imagined.  I love him more and more every day.  He is my prince charming, my best friend, and the best father in the whole world!! &lt;br /&gt;He wanted to treat me to a romantic dinner, but since we just got back from Disney World...we settled for pizza....and we will go out on the weekend.  He came home with flowers and a sweet card.  Happy Anniversary Honey!  I love you more than words can say!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-5601706494356139513?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5601706494356139513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=5601706494356139513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/5601706494356139513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/5601706494356139513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-believe-its-been-7-years.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it&apos;s been 7 years!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-3126094304560658738</id><published>2008-06-04T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:25:11.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess and Pluto for a day</title><content type='html'>I have to be honest, it is getting harder to get out of bed in the morning :) This morning we were not out the door at our usual 8:30. We were a bit tired from the night before and slept in about 30 minutes more. So we weren't there when Magic Kingdom opened, but we were close enough. Abigail and Aaron were wowed at the sight of the castle. And I must say, I was too. I just love Main Street walking towards the castle. We headed straight for Fantasyland to ride all those rides that last all of a minute. We didn't want to have to wait long to ride them, so we rode them first. Dumbo, Peter Pan, Snow White, Small World, Winnie the Pooh, Carrousel, Mad Tea Party (where Jason turned a bit green)....you name it, we rode it. It was so fun to watch the children's faces light up as they saw stories that they love come to life. They oohed and ahhed and shouted with glee. It truly was magical. They are the perfect ages for this trip. The magic and innocence is still there, but they will do and try everything and they can go longer than us. They don't complain and whine and it is just an altogether great time!! And we have become masters of the fast pass. We utilized every minute in that place today!!! We waited in no lines and rode everything!  The kids got to pick out a souvenior from FantasyLand.  They both chose hats.  Aaron...a Pluto hat and Abigail--princess minnie ears....they wore them all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After FantasyLand, we headed over to Tommorowland. Aaron was so thrilled that he could drive his very own race car. Just like Lightening! Abigail, at first, wasn't so sure she should be driving. You know, she is my rule follower...so this just didn't seem right to her :) But, once she saw that it was allowed, she was all for it. Both of them were horrible drivers, but they didn't know that since the track didn't allow them to go all over the road. Space Mountain was great. Of course, Abigail loved it, rode it twice. Aaron wasn't quite tall enough to ride it. Aaron rode the astro orbiter instead..he thought he was really flying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special treat of the day was lunch at Cinderella's castle! I have never done this so this was a treat for me as well. Abigail took her picture with Cinderella when we first arrived. Aaron would not do this (because he is a boy, that's why) He did ask mommy to take his autograph book over to Cinderella to have her sign it though. The lunch was lovely...they called us Lords and My Lady's and Princesses and Princes the whole time. Food was good. And the highlight was seeing every princess. Belle, Jasmine, Aurora, Snow White, Cinderella...Abigail was just delighted. To see the real princesses!!! In a castle!! I mean, who can beat it? And she is not even into princesses at home....but she was here! In fact, they had the children make a wish on a wishing star. Abigail leaned over and told me her wish. "I wished that I could be a princess today too" she said. "And it came true! They all keep calling me Princess!! Mommy, what did you wish for?" "A yummy dessert!", I said. And that came true as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we headed over to Frontierland and rode Splash Mountain and Big Thunder Mountain. The kids loved them both. Aaron loved the huge fall of splash mountain. He wanted it to keep falling big falls the whole ride. We also watched the show Country Bear Jamboree. It is amazing to me....when I was a kid, I remember liking that show...seriously, I think I did. But, it was so bad! Jason fell asleep during it. I kept laughing because it was that bad...I look over at the kids, and they are fascinated. Go figure. :) We did everything in Toon town which wasn't much. Rode Goofy's Barnstormer. Abigail put her arms up the whole time. And at the end, she said "is that all?" She says this after every roller coaster, but I had to agree with her on this one. We took the train to the monorail and called it a day at 7 oclock. Yes, that was 10 hours ya'll. But, you would have never have thought it by the looks of our kids. Running around like little monkeys. You could see it all over Jason and my face though. Worn out!!!! But, having a blast. This truly has been the best vacation! 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I am writing about it a day later so my memory is not as good, but it was just too late last night when we got back to write. We got there when the park opened. And we saw everything, and I mean everything. It is so funny to see Abigail on all these roller coasters and scary rides. She absolutely loves them...it is like a little mini me! My mom can testify to this...there was a lot of things I was scared of as a little girl, but roller coasters was not one of them. To this day, there is not much that can take my stomach or scare me. Our little girl is one tough cookie. She loved Tower of Terror (Aaron did this too...didn't shed a tear, but wasn't his favorite) and the Rockin' Roller Coaster. She rode both of these things more than once. A bunch of older boys, like 10 or 11, couldn't believe she asked to ride Tower of Terror again. This made her smile :) On every one of these roller coasters (including the upside down ones) her hands were up the whole time. You know the pictures they take when you are on the ride...well, Abigail's hands are all the way up with a huge smile on her face. Unbelievable!!! We also enjoyed the Toy Story Ride twice as well. Aaron loved this one because he got to shoot a little slingshot type thing at targets. We rode Star Wars Tours. The kids got light sabers to 'fight' one another. The 3-D show of Muppets brought us down memory lane. It is so funny how much I can remember even though it has been so long! We watched the little Mermaid show and Playhouse Disney. Both were good :) We were going to watch Fantasmic, but the rain starting coming down really hard. So, instead, we put on our poncho's and ran around the park, riding everything over again. The kids loved this! Aaron thought it was so fun to splash around and get completely soaked. We loaded up on cotton candy, cookies, and chocolate (yes, I know we are crazy) and then made it back home at around 10:15! What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SE_vaYqtLTI/AAAAAAAAACY/sanu4s5YWgY/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210646530468162866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SE_vaYqtLTI/AAAAAAAAACY/sanu4s5YWgY/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SE_vbKQJ1OI/AAAAAAAAACg/MUHzqUJpsJ8/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210646543778567394" style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SE_vbKQJ1OI/AAAAAAAAACg/MUHzqUJpsJ8/s320/028.JPG" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-1704519758596980754?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1704519758596980754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=1704519758596980754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/1704519758596980754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/1704519758596980754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-we-come-hollywood.html' title='Here we come Hollywood!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SE_vbQ7P2oI/AAAAAAAAACo/bW_I2NRwSnY/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-7943758345034413891</id><published>2008-06-02T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:42:35.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 at Disney</title><content type='html'>Today, on the drive home from Disney World...Jason looked over at me, grinning from ear to ear and said..."We must be doing something right for everything to have gone so perfectly these past 2 days!...I mean this kind of stuff just doesn't usually happen to us. We usually pick the longest checkout line in Walmart, we never win anything, and we have never been anywhere new without getting lost!" I laughed out loud and completely agreed with him. We have had the absolute best 2 days at Disney World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day at Epcot's Future World. After a nutritous breakfast...he he he.... of cinnamon rolls and OJ, we were out the door at 8:30 and inside Epcot by 8:55. Perfect timing to ride the very first ride that we came to...Spaceship Earth. We jumped right on and the kids were so cute on it. Abigail oohed and ahhed and said..."Mommy, how did we get off planet Earth? I can't believe it!!!" After that, Jason and Abigail rode Mission: Space and then we all road Test Track. Aaron was so excited to drive a real racecar and as we literally zoomed around the track and such great speed, he was beyond thrilled. Nemo and Turtle Talk with Crush were great fun as well. The kids even loved things we weren't so sure they would even like...for instance, the Living with the Land boat ride...they were fascinated by it. We also watched the 3-D movie 'Honey I shrunk the audience' being sure to cover their little eyes on the scary parts. They loved it! Especially at the end when the dog sneezed all over them! We finished the day with the flying ride 'Soarin'. This was a huge hit for the entire family! Aaron has always wanted to fly in an airplane. The last time he flew anywhere, he was only 6 months old. He thought this was the greatest thing ever!! Hopefully, he won't be too terribly disappointed when we fly to Texas this summer and he realizes that all flights are not like the one at Disney World ;). We only waited for one ride and only for about 15 minutes...unbelievable. For dinner, we rode the monorail over to the Contemporary resort for dinner with Chef Mickey. What a blast! The kids were google eyed and giggly the whole time. The food was great, kids ate a ton, but the best part was Mickey, Minnie, Goofy, Pluto, and Donald Duck all came by our table and paid a visit. They took pictures with the kids and signed their autograph books. The kids loved it. Abigail whispered to Minnie...I love you Minnie....my heart melted. Aaron had a smile from ear to ear. As each character would get closer to our table, the kids would start to get bouncy and by the time they got to us they were shouting...Mickey!!!! We loved every second of it. Right now the kids are in bed watching Mary Poppins. Lights out at 8 for them. Another day down. This is the best vacation ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-7943758345034413891?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7943758345034413891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=7943758345034413891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/7943758345034413891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/7943758345034413891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-2-at-disney.html' title='Day 2 at Disney'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-2638303238978094801</id><published>2008-06-01T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:03:35.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Surprise and The Drive Down to Disney</title><content type='html'>The plan was made. I had spent Friday afternoon writing a scavenger hunt with clues all related to Disney. The plan was to drive to Birmingham Friday night after Jason got off work and then spend the night before driving the long drive to Orlando. We had told the kids that we would be going to see Gammie and Doc and they were great with that. But, Saturday morning when they woke up...the big surprise was revealed! It was so exciting. Abigail and Aaron absolutely loved the scavenger hunt. They had so much fun. It ended in our minivan with presents on their seats in the van. For Abigail, a tinker bell shirt, little fan you where around your neck, and a Minnie autograph pen. For Aaron, a Cars t-shirt, little fan, and Mickey Pen. They were thrilled with the scavenger hunt and presents. Then, they read the final note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you build something up in your head. And you expect one thing and get another. I often times will tell Jason...I need you to be really excited about this, I need a BIG reaction..because he just doesn't give really big reactions and well...you all know, I do... Well, that just about sums up what happened when the treasure was revealed. Abigail looks a little surprised and says...really?...then sort of does a little jump and smiles. Aaron looks like we just told him to go inside and take a nap for the rest of the day. Seriously, he did. He was bummed because he wanted to stay at Gammie and Doc's house :) I was wanting screams people :) But, it was cute and funny and we will treasure it. We videotaped it and if I can utube it I will and then put it on here so you can see it. Once we got on the road though, they started getting really excited. Talking about it got them pretty pumped. So that by the time we made it...Aaron was so excited and delirious from the long drive that he was literally "backing" like a chicken and pointing to all the huge billboards outside that showed Disney characters. Abigail let out some huge squeals and screams and then really quietly said, "did I just scream?". It was adorable. They were so good on the drive down. I think it is because they have always driven places...to Texas or the beach...they don't know any different and that is good for Jason and I because we didn't hear any complaining or whining about when we will get there. We had no problem getting there either. Jason bought a GPS; which we fondly call "Little Miss". She has gotten us everywhere...we would have been going in circles without her. Because I can't read a map and Jason does most of the driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled into the Embassy Suites (my favorite hotel from growing up and now my kiddos favorite) I mean who can beat free 'shirley temples and popcorn at 5 for the kids'...siblings I know you are going down memory lane right now. Abigail and Aaron called it the E hotel. It had an indoor/outdoor pool with the movie 'Enchanted' playing on one of the big walls of the hotel that you could watch from the pool. The kids had a blast. We swam and swam and didn't get to bed that night until 10:15! Late night...but worth it. Sunday morning we slept in until 8 and then had a great breakfast. We tried to stuff their faces so they would be good and full until lunch. Then we made a Walmart run before hitting Animal Kingdom for the day. Now, all of you know I am a Walmart fan. Love it. Well, this Walmart topped the charts. They had Disney stuff everywhere as you might imagine. Abigail fell in love. She wanted to go shopping and spend her birthday money. In fact, when we told her it was time to leave...she strongly says, "why are we leaving Disney World so soon? How sad..and funny....she thought Walmart was part of Disney World! Obviously, my kids live a very sheltered life. he he he "Little Miss" led us directly to Animal Kingdom, no problem. Abigail requested that we put on the 'Mickey Mouse' CD so we drove into the park with Mickey Mouse Club playing. Straight out of the movie Vacation (siblings, you are going back down memory lane) :) My very smart and clever husband had done his research and got us this pass thing so we got to park right up front. And then right after we entered the park the kids wanted to look at the flamingos...while we were there, a lady that worked at Disney starts shouting..."you have won a disney sweepstakes....you all are going to receive fastpasses for the rest of the day at animal kingdom for all the big rides. Yippee!!!! For those of you that don't know, you usually have to go and reserve a fastpass and you receive a time, etc..to get you to the front of the line. With these tags they gave us...we just went on any ride we wanted, when we wanted! Oh Yeah! It was so great!!!! We were completely spoiled today. We never waited in a line all day. We saw some great shows. The Lion King and Nemo were our favorite shows. And Abigail rode every roller coaster that was there. She is so thankful to be over 48"! She rode the roller coaster on Mt. Everest today...didn't even get scared. As a roller coaster lover myself, I was so proud and excited to enjoy that with her. The only not so great part of the day, was that we scared the kids on the Dinosaur ride. Aaron absolutely loves dinosaurs, but this was pretty scary. Abigail cried...Aaron was doing good until the very end. The ride stopped in complete darkness right before the exit...for like 4 minutes. It was 4 minutes of pure torture for the kids. Aaron imagined he heard t-rex's footsteps coming for us. poor baby. But, once we got off, he was fine and went about the day. Even saying he liked the ride all except for the end. Throughout the day, there were several times that I just teared up because I was so happy to see the kids so excited and happy. This is a vacation we all will treasure for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we arrived at the resort place that we are staying at for the rest of the week. It is so nice. We have 3 bedrooms, 3 baths. The kids room is decorated in all Mickey and Minnie stuff. The kitchen is huge. We have our own pool and a clubhouse pool with a huge slide. The kids are beyond pumped. And it is so nice to have space to spread out and relax after a long day at the parks. So, all in all, it was an absolutely wonderful day! We are having a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-2638303238978094801?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2638303238978094801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=2638303238978094801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2638303238978094801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2638303238978094801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-surprise-and-drive-down-to-disney.html' title='The Big Surprise and The Drive Down to Disney'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-6064289110735870764</id><published>2008-05-28T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:19:19.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sweet Girl, Abigail</title><content type='html'>Our sweet girl Abigail...It is so hard to believe that she is 6 years old and a graduate of Kindergarten. The changes I have seen in her this year truly amaze me...that that much change happens in just one year! The day I dropped Abigail off into the hands of her teacher on the first day of school, I cried and cried in the car driving off. Thinking..."My baby will now be spending more time away from me than with me. I am going to miss her"....and I did. Aaron did. The only one not doing any 'missing' was Abigail. :) The minute her little beaming smiley face came out of that school after the bell rang, I knew she had fallen in love with school. She loved her teacher. She had made new friends. Throughout the year, Abigail showed me how strong and secure she really is. This year flew by and she has matured and grown so much. She has learned to read really well and write such cute stories. She loves math, art, but her favorite subject was P.E. (wonder who she gets that from...he he he) She has even survived a broken arm, which she got after trying and trying to go all the way across the monkey bars. She almost succeeded...got to the last rung and fell. She was a trooper through it all. Never complained about not being able to do things or that her arm itched or was uncomfortable. But, even more importantly than all of that, I have seen her become a good friend, a caring and helpful sister, and a respectful and loving daughter. The friends that she has made at school this year are all sweet kids. She has made good choices in who she decides to spend time with. And she cares about her friends. She really listens to them and can tell you all of their siblings names and how old their siblings are, what they like to do, what is going on at home, where they are going for the weekend, and she prays for them all the time....I mean she really listens. I believe she is the kind of friend who is selfless and that always has a listening ear. It is awesome and brings tears to my eyes to see qualities in my child that I want and desire and am working towards. She could teach me a thing or two about listening instead of always doing the talking. She is a caring and helpful sister to her brother and sister. I have seen her really be her brother's friend this year. They love playing together. They have been sleeping in the same room on bunk beds since Allison was born. At first, I felt bad that we needed to move her in there with him. But, looking back on it, it was the best thing! The two of them will whisper and talk about all sorts of things. They just enjoy that time together. Abigail will read to him with a flashlight. They, of course, act silly and crack each other up as well. They have really bonded and are best buds. But, she also knows now that she is older and the way she lovingly guides him and helps him makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below I have put some pictures to share with all of you Abigail's graduation from Kindergarten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little girl is Abigail's best friend, Jenna.  There is also a picture of Abigail and her teacher.  And Mimi and Great-Grandma came to see her graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD8JhZhirVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oGBDS4jcUgM/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205890163655486802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD8JhZhirVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oGBDS4jcUgM/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD8Jh5hirWI/AAAAAAAAACA/VFBQ_6Fws8g/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205890172245421410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD8Jh5hirWI/AAAAAAAAACA/VFBQ_6Fws8g/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD8JiphirXI/AAAAAAAAACI/fBtYnxrbyx4/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205890185130323314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD8JiphirXI/AAAAAAAAACI/fBtYnxrbyx4/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD8JjphirYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/geDLoLLNAtY/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205890202310192514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD8JjphirYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/geDLoLLNAtY/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-6064289110735870764?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6064289110735870764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=6064289110735870764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/6064289110735870764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/6064289110735870764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-sweet-girl-abigail.html' title='Our Sweet Girl, Abigail'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD8JhZhirVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oGBDS4jcUgM/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-3192266505754711145</id><published>2008-05-27T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:54:44.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of Disney Dance in our Heads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least in Jason and my head...the kids don't know yet. But, we have a Disney World trip planned for them. We are going to surprise them and I can hardly stand it. I love surprises! I really really do!! I am not the best at keeping secrets because I have a hard time holding things in. I don't do it on purpose, but it just happens. Ask my friend Brooke. I was one of the first people she told she was pregnant and I was supposed to keep it a secret. I can't lie and I just get so excited. While I was talking to her in front of a group of our friends I said something about her morning sickness...it just slipped out. I love to give surprises and love to receive surprises. It is just so fun!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, for this trip, I have done a really good job of keeping this top secret. It seems the closer it gets though, the more likely I might slip up. I was talking to my friend Jadie yesterday and pretty much just said it out loud in front of Abigail...thankfully she didn't catch on. I have been thinking and thinking of great ways to surprise them. I think I have an idea...I will show you all on a utube video after we return. Should be fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I thought it would be fun, okay, actually I thought it would be silly, funny and a tiny bit cruel thing to show their future wives/husbands...plus I just want to tell them about this trip so bad that I can hardly control myself. I definately have Mickey on the brain! I asked Abigail and Aaron if they wanted to play dress up with their Mickey Mouse and Minnie Costumes that they wore 2 1/2 years ago for Halloween! They literally squeezed into them. Funny thing, the child who you all would think would not have been into this because he is all boy...was all about it! So cute! In fact, he is trying his costume on again now for the fun of it. He plans to stay in it for the rest of the day :) He is kicked back in a chair watching a movie right now in his Mickey attire. Anyway, I had them dress up and then I put Allison in a Mickey costume, one that we already had from someone else. Once the costumes came on, they were dancing around, singing MICKEY, and I snapped some photos to share with you all! I wonder what they were thinking was "up" with mom. Especially Abigail. The look she gave me when I suggested we try them on was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a mom is so much fun :)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD3fyphirSI/AAAAAAAAABg/l_gub_SV2EM/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205562805543152930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD3fyphirSI/AAAAAAAAABg/l_gub_SV2EM/s320/100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD3hxZhirTI/AAAAAAAAABo/UjRUSv512kQ/s1600-h/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205564983091572018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD3hxZhirTI/AAAAAAAAABo/UjRUSv512kQ/s320/125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD3hxphirUI/AAAAAAAAABw/ayrHjK37md0/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205564987386539330" style="CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD3hxphirUI/AAAAAAAAABw/ayrHjK37md0/s320/105.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD3hxphirUI/AAAAAAAAABw/ayrHjK37md0/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;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/2542438030785180753-3192266505754711145?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3192266505754711145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=3192266505754711145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/3192266505754711145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/3192266505754711145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/05/dreams-of-disney-dance-in-our-heads.html' title='Dreams of Disney Dance in our Heads'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qzHffYFsGrg/SD3fyphirSI/AAAAAAAAABg/l_gub_SV2EM/s72-c/100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-8802117815284364452</id><published>2008-05-26T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:48:41.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Military Friends and Family</title><content type='html'>Memorial Day, a day of remembrance and honoring of those who have sacrificed their lives for our country, our freedom.  I just want to take a moment to honor my friends and family who have served or our serving in the military and their amazing wives that hold the family together while they are gone. &lt;br /&gt;I first got to hear my Grandpa Jessie's story when I was in 9th grade.  My American history professor asked us to interview any family members that served in the military for one of our assignments.  I didn't know that my Grandpa hadn't really talked about this to many people at the time.  But, he wanted to share with me.  Even though I know that it was very hard for him.  I felt very honored and loved that he was willing to open up to me about something so traumatizing and horrific.  My grandpa Jessie served in World War II.  His plane was shot down by the Germans, my grandpa was the only survivor, and he landed by parachute in (thankfully) Dutch territory.  A little Dutch girl found my grandpa passed out with many broken bones on their farm.  She ran and told her family and that amazingly brave family took him in knowing that if the Germans discovered they were hiding an American they could be killed.  He hid in their basement for months...eating tulip bulbs and anything else that he could find or that the family could spare.  The Germans found him and he was captured and held as a prisoner of war.  He is an American hero. I am proud that he is my Grandpa.  He is selfless, genuine, and loving, and very funny.  He takes such good care of my Grandma Jewel.  Thank you Grandpa for serving our country and for being such a great grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law, Casey, is in Special Forces in the Army.  He is a true soldier at heart.  He is strong, brave, and born to protect our country's freedom.  He is also a  funny, wonderful, Christian man and has an amazing, strong wife to support him and keep the family going while he is gone, my sister Melody.  They have a great marriage full of joy and laughter, four beautiful children and Melody is able to keep everything running when Casey is gone for months and months at a time.  I know it is hard on her when he is gone.  But, she always stays so positive.  I know she has a peace that only the Lord can give her.  Casey and Melody are American heroes.&lt;br /&gt;I also have a friend, Diane, whose husband Nathan was serving oversees for such a long time leaving behind his wife and 2 precious children.  Nathan made such a sacrifice for our country.  Diane is sweet, genuine, loving, and kind....but yet so strong.  Her faith is great and her light shines brightly to those around her.  Thank you Nathan and Diane! &lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to live in this great country.  God bless America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-8802117815284364452?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8802117815284364452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=8802117815284364452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/8802117815284364452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/8802117815284364452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-my-military-friends-and-family.html' title='To my Military Friends and Family'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542438030785180753.post-2044668356867757781</id><published>2008-05-25T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T08:04:18.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, here it goes.....</title><content type='html'>My grandma always told me growing up that I should be an author. She thought I had a gift with the written word. Of course, she also thinks I should model...he he he...so she might have been wrong about my "gift". I am not so sure I could write a book, but a blog...now that is probably more my speed! I always kept a journal growing up. It was a way for me to grow spiritually and emotionally. It was always fun to go back and read all the crazy things I wrote. From being mad at my parents for grounding me, to the caddy ya ya of girls being mean, to bad boyfriend breakups...drama, drama. I will probably do the same with this :), but with a lot less drama! I have been wanting to do this for awhile and when I realized it was free I had no reason not to start. I will be writing about my day to day life with my sweet husband, Jason and our 3 precious gifts from God, our children, Abigail (6), Aaron (4), and Allison (8 1/2 months). The only people who are going to read this, I am sure, are my family and my friends, so you all already know this...but if by chance someone else decides to read, my prayer is that by me sharing my daily life...thoughts and struggles, I might make you laugh, maybe cry, or at the very least say "I've been there!"&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday. Everyone is asleep, but me. So it is very quiet...great time for me to put up my feet and write....Every Sunday our family is up and atem at 6:30 and to church by 8...well more like 8:15 because we are always running a bit behind. This morning I felt like we were moving in slow motion, but we actually made it to church on time. We have had a busy weekend so far. Friday morning, the weekend started off great! Jason got a new job with Dell that he has been wanting and thankfully we don't have to move. Praise God! He has been ready for a challenge with his job for awhile, but was waiting on the right move. He is now in outside sales, which means he will be traveling some, but I am just so proud of him and thankful for this answer to prayer. On Friday mid morning, I had a group of friends and their children over for a fun "kick off summer" party. Abigail and Aaron love to have their friends over and we planned a real 'redneck' celebration. From the plastic pools thrown all over the yard, the Cars slip and slide, beach umbrellas randomly scattered, and junk thrown all over the yard...my neighbors love me. The kids had a blast though. I had all these fun games I thought we could play, had blown up 100 water balloons (as you know this takes forever), and had everything sort of "planned" out. I should have known not to "plan" anything. The balloons starting popping one by one so by the time they got there we had about 10 left..and of course the kids didn't want to play the games that I came up with. So they just ran around like crazy wild monkeys and had a blast--The bottom of their cute, new, little swimsuits black...broken in already. It is great to make "plans" but remember it is okay to not do a single thing on the plan. To just go with it!!  Then, Saturday, Abigail and Aaron were invited to a birthday party. The family had a huge blow up water slide thing. And for 2 hours straight, A and A went round and round and round and round it...I mean seriously, how many times can you go down a slide in 2 hours. They could have broken a record or something. And everytime, no really, I mean everytime, they got to the top they would yell down in their sweet little voices..."Mommy, watch this, watch this! Look what I can do" So I gave them my "really excited" face, you know the one, where you act like you have never seen anything anymore spectacular and amazing, even though they had just done the same thing 3 seconds ago, and I gave them a huge smile and said "I'm watching you...way to go buddy....good job sweet girl!(thumbs up sign)" They did not go down one single time without making sure my eyes were on them.&lt;br /&gt;I love that! I pray my children always know that I am their daddies and their biggest cheerleader. And when the world tries to tell them they can't do something or that what they are doing isn't something amazing and wonderful and important, I pray that they look to their Heavenly Father, listen to His voice, seek His approval instead of their friends approval and know that they can do anything if they give it to the Lord because they can do all things through Christ who strengthens them and that they are amazing and wonderful because God created them unique and special and has His hand on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542438030785180753-2044668356867757781?l=jenniferwalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2044668356867757781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2542438030785180753&amp;postID=2044668356867757781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2044668356867757781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542438030785180753/posts/default/2044668356867757781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferwalton.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-here-it-goes.html' title='So, here it goes.....'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16497525668949529991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
