<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3958772353876058926</id><updated>2026-10-09T23:19:30.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-1612419700418073285</id><published>2011-05-23T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T15:31:32.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can&#39;t believe it has been a year sense my last post. Let&#39;s just say that the year was one that Todd and I will never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;2 miscarriages, Dr tells us in June of 2010 when I find out I am pregnant again that it to might be another miscarriage. A week later find a heart beat. H&lt;img class=&quot;gl_spell&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Check Spelling&quot; src=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif&quot; /&gt;ave gal bladder out at 12 weeks. So sick have to go on IV therapy. Send &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; and Audrey to &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Downey&lt;/span&gt; with Todd&#39;s parents for almost 2 months. Go on bed rest last 3 months. (Todd pretty much had no wife). Feb 25&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; get induced and have Jake at 1:57pm. Horrible delivery. Jake goes to &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt;, is put on a c-pap and breathing tubes. Dr tells us that she may have broken his arm or collarbone. He is black and blue. Jake comes home with me all is good and here we are three months later. What a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I have been very blessed. We have 3 beautiful children, a home, a great husband (that still loves me, even with all the complaining, crying and mood swings) family and friends that helped and prayed for us everyday. Thanks to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now trying to get a good routine down, and having a blast making caramel apples, taking pictures, but most of all being a mom. Todd is such a trooper. and should get the father of the year award. I Couldn&#39;t have asked for a better friend, father and partner. He keeps me laughing and going strong when I feel overwhelmed and in over my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that I can keep up on blogging. 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I get mean and have very little patience.  My kids are driving me nuts.  All that want to do is play outside. Anyone have any ideas as to what my kids can do inside while it is cold?  We have done crafts, books, movies, I have even been making tents.  Help Someone.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/3658597495082762303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2010/05/will-summer-ever-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/3658597495082762303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/3658597495082762303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2010/05/will-summer-ever-come.html' title='Will summer ever come ?'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-8382838036370978074</id><published>2010-05-02T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:23:07.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How about those JAZZ</title><content type='html'>There is nothing better then a Jazz game in the middle of the day, a Jazz  party with seven layer dip, and stuffed mushrooms....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/8382838036370978074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-about-those-jazz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/8382838036370978074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-5814890492346885604</id><published>2010-03-19T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:41:06.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOSH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1269043217207&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1269043217208&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/5814890492346885604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-gosh_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/5814890492346885604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Having a family and being a mom is such a great blessing. Todd and I have been blessed with 2 beautiful children a home and for the most part good health. Audrey and Jaxon have brought so much joy and happiness to us, that making the decision to have another baby was easy for us. Though we both knew that 9 months of throwing up, IV therapy and sleepless nights would in the end all be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:black;&quot;&gt;As Todd and I planned our first family trip to San Diego getting pregnant was at the back of our minds. Sea World, Wild Animal Kingdom, and the San Diego Zoo awaited us. Spending the first night in Primm NV was a blast, till Audrey started throwing up and running a fever. The next 6 hours were long and boring. Todd drove and I read a book. Getting to the end of my book crying with every page that I read, Todd turned to me and said, you are so pregnant. He took the next exit and stopped at some dollar store to get a cheep pregnancy test. Who would of thought that a dollar test would show positive and be right. We were pregnant. Needless to say that the rest of the trip went by to fast. But we had a blast. In November I started to get really sick and the Dr wanted me to get on IVs so I would not get dehydrated and that the medicine would work faster. A nurse came to the house and taught Todd how to clean, change, and inject the medicine into the IV. This helped so much with the morning sickness. I was able to take care of Jaxon and Audrey and do a little of the house work. Thanksgiving came and went by. December 6th I started cramping. I called the Dr (my Dr was not on call) he said not to worry that this is normal and to come in tomorrow (it was a Sunday) for a ultra sound. I was really worrying that something might have been wrong. I asked Todd to give me a blessing. Todd and  Jake a neighbor and a good friend came over to help with the blessing. Todd and I both knew that I was going to be fine, that I would make it through anything with the love and support from my family and heavenly father. ( In the back of our minds we both new that we would be able to raise our baby, but that it would not be here on earth.) Monday morning I found out that I had miscarried. Our sweet little baby was gone. As I tried to take this all in I called Todd. Through the tears I told him that our baby was gone. I drove home to meet Todd, which felt like a 2 hour drive. When I walked in I fell into his arms and we both cried. Both praying for comfort and for some understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:black;&quot;&gt;You here about people having miscarriages but never think that it will happen to you. You become bitter, and want to know why and what happened. Nothing makes sense. Heavenly father has a plan for all of us.  We know that part of his plan was for us to give our little baby a body. A body was all that was needed. Together as a family we know that we will be able to raise him, get to know, and as Jaxon would say &quot; we can&#39;t wait to play with him&quot;.   Jaxon talks about the baby all the time, so we have given our little baby a name, Hayden.  Todd and I both felt that it was going to be a boy.  What a sweet little boy Hayden will be. Hayden we think of you often, miss you and can&#39;t wait to see you some day.   Jaxon and Audrey prays for you every day along with mommy and daddy.  We Love you.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/8749373573023394134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2010/02/bitter-but-sweet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/8749373573023394134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/8749373573023394134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2010/02/bitter-but-sweet.html' title='Bitter but Sweet'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-3263497272344090862</id><published>2009-11-16T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:52:34.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny, Little, Thankful Things</title><content type='html'>Mom, the weatherman said that it is going to snow for four more days then Santa is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, thanks for letting me sleep on your floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, you stay here and watch TV. I am going to snuggle with mom in your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, we can name the baby aunt Janie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your are not the mom, I am and do not talk to me like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom are you okay? I am sorry you don&#39;t feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom remember when you threw me on the couch and I have an owee on my eye, that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Audrey is buggin me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Audrey is not being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked jaxon if he farted, he so no it must have been a cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for so many things. My kids, my great husband, the new baby ( even though I am sicker then a dog and am having to get IV therapy). I can truly say that I have been blessed</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/3263497272344090862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2009/11/funny-little-thankful-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/3263497272344090862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/3263497272344090862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2009/11/funny-little-thankful-things.html' title='Funny, Little, Thankful Things'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-8931492318839040734</id><published>2009-01-17T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:13:07.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny little story..</title><content type='html'>Todd and I woke up this morning and drove to Brigham City, and thought,  &quot;We haven&#39;t been to the DI in a while.  Let&#39;s stop by and see what they have.&quot;  As we were wandering through the store I had found a wooden snowman that I can paint and put together for .75  (it still had &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Walmart&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; price tag &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; it for $3.00) Great buy for me.  We went over to the glass cases where all the special items are.  There were s&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;now globes&lt;/span&gt;, music boxes, spoons, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Barbie&#39;s&lt;/span&gt;, and books, all of which are &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;collectibles&lt;/span&gt; (Ya, right).  Todd and I noticed a little leather book for $150.00  That&#39;s right- something was really priced over $20.  This book was signed and even had a photo of the author.  It was dated 1914.  The nice &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;gentlemen&lt;/span&gt; did a great job selling this, because Todd and I both left with vision&#39;s of money (paying off our house, student loans, getting a new car, anything and everything we ever wanted.)  When we got home I put the kids down for a nap while Todd looked up the book on the &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.  He didn&#39;t say too much but when he did it didn&#39;t sound good.  &quot;$8.00.&quot; He looked again. This time a different site.  &quot;$10.00,&quot; nothing that was going to pay off our home.  We felt betrayed.  The lovely little helper (with the bright orange bike helmet (what were we thinking?)) told us that they looked up the book and it was priced at $250.00.  Needless to say, it was overpriced.  Long story made short,  we got our money back and no longer have the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this:  Things at the DI can be over price like &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;any other&lt;/span&gt; store.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/8931492318839040734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-little-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/8931492318839040734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/8931492318839040734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-little-story.html' title='A funny little story..'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-1120955446936373562</id><published>2009-01-09T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:52:43.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it that time of the month again????</title><content type='html'>Ever had a day that where you want to cry, and no matter what anyone says it is never the right thing.  Your kids drive you nuts, your husband asks you when you are &quot;going to start.&quot;   Nothing sounds good to eat,  and you want to make a really big purchase, like a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; People I feel like I am going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.  Audrey&#39;s first tooth FINALLY broke through.  Todd, was so excited, he told her that she was growing up and that next she would be starting her period.  Leave it to dad to always say the right thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaxon. is learning to talk back, and when he is in time out he is always telling me that I am a mean mom. He is a pro at rolling his eyes, and even when he is telling me that I am soooo mean, he seems to keep me laughing.  Even if it is for only a second.  But he is really good at pressing my buttons and knowing when to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/1120955446936373562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-that-time-of-month-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/1120955446936373562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/1120955446936373562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-that-time-of-month-again.html' title='Is it that time of the month again????'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-8128789016571548709</id><published>2008-12-28T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:00:45.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE HUD !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I enter the room with me head hanging low, I find an empty seat in circle of chairs next to no one. It&#39;s my first meeting and really don&#39;t want to be here. The meeting starts and it is my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, My name is Homersimpsonrules, and it has been almost four months since my last blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the room gasps. Then repeats, HI, Homersimpsonrules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I being to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person next to me takes my hand as I wipe away my tears with the back of my hand. I am crying so hard that my nose starts to run and I then wipe my nose with the back of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I start out by saying, I promised myself that I would blog at least every week if not more. I know that I have not been a good blogger but can you all forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person sitting across from me in the circle passes me a roll of T.P.&lt;br /&gt;and tells me that they will all forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wipe my face with the toilet paper (that is 3-ply and smells like roses).&lt;br /&gt;The meeting seems to take forever. Once all the loser bloggers tell their stories. By the end of the three hour meeting I am sweating in my knee pits, and my gum had dissolved in my mouth from chewing it so fast and too long. I am starting to think that this whole blogger anonymous is not my thing. The meeting closes and I trying to get out of there as fast as I can. While running to my car I feel the cold breeze on my knee pits. I hop in the car, only to look into the mirror and find, a black mascara mustache that I so graciously put there when I wiped the tears from the back of my hand. A piece of toilet paper flowing from one of my chin hairs. And of course lipstick not only on one of my teeth, but all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I AM BACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/8128789016571548709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-hud.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/8128789016571548709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/8128789016571548709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-hud.html' title='WHAT THE HUD !!!'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-8345102957880171098</id><published>2008-10-03T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:16:48.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I SURE WILL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;I love it when you ask your 3 yr old to go potty and he responds &quot; I sure will&quot;. Or to get a diaper for Audrey, &quot;I sure will&quot;. Being a mom just gets better and better. Well, I should say most days. On the other hand, who ever said that it is no longer the terrible 2&#39;s was right. Jaxon has been 3 for a month and our life&#39;s have changed. In stead of, I want some milk. It is now, MOM I NEED SOME MILK. I NEED SOME CANDY. I NEED TO CALL SANTA. I NEED IT NOW. Don&#39;t get me wrong he his still a sweet little boy. But it is testing my patience. I pray for patience every day and I know that I am being blessed. If you know me I am normally not a patient person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Todd and I were Shopping at Maceys when Jaxon throws a jar of salsa out of the basket. Need lest to say with glass and salsa every where Jaxon was in time out. And then the poor guy that had to clean it up was a student that Todd had taught. Jaxon loves to drag Audrey around the floor on a blanket. They both just laugh and laugh. Until she was only half on the blanket and got a bad rug burn on the back of her neck. She is one tuff cookie. she was still laughing and having a Blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;To be continued.........&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/8345102957880171098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-sure-will.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/8345102957880171098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/8345102957880171098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-sure-will.html' title='I SURE WILL'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-2164979669942050776</id><published>2008-09-09T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:19:34.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time just flies when you are having fun!</title><content type='html'>We are still alive.  But going a little crazy.  So much has happened this summer.  There was Lagoon Day, the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Downey&lt;/span&gt; fair, finishing our yard, camping at Bear Lake, and of course &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Jaxon&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  I will provide funny updates about our great summer, with a ton of pictures.  Now that we are back on our schedule I will be able to blog more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, Todd is back in school, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; is 3, Audrey is almost sitting up (with the help of the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;bumbo&lt;/span&gt;) and loves her jumper (pictures coming soon). At times I am finding myself pulling my hair out.  But only when &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; gives Audrey orange juice.  I hear the two of them laughing, I look to see what they are laughing at, and Audrey is covered throw-up.   More of my hair falls out when, again I hear Audrey laughing and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; telling me that he gave her some licorice and that &quot;mom she really likes it&quot;.  Again covered in throw-up she looks up at me with a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;tuned&lt;/span&gt; for more fun times, with the Simpson&#39;s</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/2164979669942050776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-just-flies-when-you-are-having-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/2164979669942050776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/2164979669942050776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-just-flies-when-you-are-having-fun.html' title='Time just flies when you are having fun!'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-7801987458474638564</id><published>2008-05-23T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:13:31.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trackers, Trains, and Wagons</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Jaxon loves trackers, trains, and wagons, not to mention The Simpsons (Homer, Bart, and the whole family).  He says the funnest things and is always keeping us laughing. Expect when he gets mad at me, goes upstairs and poops his pants in his new underware. ( It seems to always be when Todd is at school)  I was so mad that I thought about leaving him in it.  But he kept saying &quot;Sorry Mom, Sorry Mom, with tears in his eyes) My heart couldn&#39;t take it.  So he got a time out.  I asked if we needed to put a diaper back on him. Again his eyes start to swell up and he says &quot;Sorry Mom, Sorry Mom, Mom Jaxon a big boy.  (this kid pulls at your heart all day long.  If only he wasn&#39;t so darn stinking cute.  I might be able to follow through with the time outs and.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todd and I are starting to get things together for our yard.  We currently do not have a front or backyard.  I am going to post a picture of the forest, so you all can see the weeds that we have to put up with.  I am going crazy with no place for jaxon to play.  Don&#39;t worry, I&#39;ll let you all know when we start.  And I&#39;ll give you plenty of time to take work off.  I know that everyone is jumping for joy to come over and help  :)  I have been trying to talk todd into just hiring someone to do it.  He wants to do it himself.  Which I am okay with. But a little scared to see the out come.  We put up a fence last year, and two panels fell down in a wind storm.  I was the worst wind storm here in a long time.  So I guess that two panels is not that bad.     It&#39;s a good thing that he is not here tonight.  He might not have wanted me to tell you about the fence.  Oh, well.  He and Jaxon are at a father son outing.  Todd called to tell me that jaxon is scared of the camp fire because of me.  I asked what he was talking about,  then I remembered.  A couple of Sunday&#39;s a go I woke up to the smell of gas (and no it was not todd, which was unusual)  todd was at a meeting.  I thought that we must have had a gas leak.  I took the kids over to the neighbors and called the non-emergency phone # for the fire dept .  She said that they would have to send someone out to make sure it was not a true gas leak.  I then asked if they would not come with their lights and sirens on( If it wasn&#39;t a gas leak i didn&#39;t want to look like a freak).  The lady on the other end said in a stern voice, Mrs Simpson we do have to follow protocol. Needless to say we had a couple of police cars, two of the big fire trucks, and one of those really old fashion fire trucks ( by the look of it, I was really surprised that it even made it over the train tracks.  Guess this is what we get for living in a small town).  I&#39;ll just say that jaxon freaked out, todd was mad that I made a big deal out of it.  And the worst part,  It was the snow blower that was leaking gas and oil in the garage.  SO now my kid is scared to death of, fire, fire trucks, police, and bugs even flies (this is a another story)  All the police and firemen were laughing.  Todd of course was not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I just wanted my kids to be safe.  That isn&#39;t so bad. Is it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well this is all for tonight.  Audrey and I are going to sleep.  (I am going to sleep on todds side with the new intell-a-gel.  better go before he kids me out.)&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/7801987458474638564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/05/trackers-trains-and-wagons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/7801987458474638564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/7801987458474638564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/05/trackers-trains-and-wagons.html' title='Trackers, Trains, and Wagons'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-3744489889052720256</id><published>2008-05-23T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:10:16.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width=&quot;448&quot; height=&quot;361&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; src=&quot;http://i289.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid289.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fll225%2Fkimberlydsimpson%2Ffdfd0129.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream289.photobucket.com&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/3744489889052720256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/05/2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/3744489889052720256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/3744489889052720256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/05/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-6556577574275149274</id><published>2008-05-22T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:05:02.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey&amp;#39;s first photo shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width=&quot;448&quot; height=&quot;361&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; src=&quot;http://i289.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid289.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fll225%2Fkimberlydsimpson%2Fd882150a.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream289.photobucket.com&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/6556577574275149274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/05/audrey-first-photo-shoot.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/6556577574275149274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/6556577574275149274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/05/audrey-first-photo-shoot.html' title='Audrey&amp;#39;s first photo shoot'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-8051261498115748819</id><published>2008-05-22T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:00:19.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things that the cutest 2 yr old has ever done or said..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;10. Tells you 20 times a day that he&#39;s a &quot;LUCKY BOY&quot; !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;9. Calls you by your first name, instead of mom and dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;8. Asks you to kiss his owie when you are half asleep, only to find out that their is a booger on his finger , and that it is on your lip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;7. Loves to carry around a pocket size Webster Dictionary, saying that it is his book and when he reads from it (up side down) saying, &quot; church, family, heavenly father, etc). Never putting it down and wanting to take it everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;6. Asked every time when we are in the car if we are going to cross a train track. And when we do having to say loud chug-a-chug-a-chug-a- choo, choo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;5. Telling you that your hair is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Text Color&quot; src=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.color.fg.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;4. Makes fun of your hair when you wake up, laughing and pointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;3. Saying &quot;Kimi&quot; and then peeing on the carpet, when he is potty trained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;2. Letting you know when it is time to take a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;1. Pouring your can of coke in the cookie mix and saying the &quot;he was just helping, Kim.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/8051261498115748819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-things-that-cutest-2-yr-old-has-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/8051261498115748819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/8051261498115748819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-things-that-cutest-2-yr-old-has-ever.html' title='10 Things that the cutest 2 yr old has ever done or said..'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-4700261252435513802</id><published>2008-04-23T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:51:59.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumbo, 2 month shots and more.</title><content type='html'>My sweet baby had her 2 month shots yesterday. And though I thought Jaxon and I would have a hard time, she did pretty good Jax and I were a little sad. The Dr said that their could be some side affects, but metioned nothing about growing a binky out of her ear. Guess that it is nothing that a little tylenol won&#39;t fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCC3dhf1FA3dMIkEFHb29XhPYdeCA94QNYMES8GV7YhxFqcZDtO9RDh7129YPP1juQ-XwnryBS-LGLQnItzTfYlgzI1R4oWjcZu6qJb01btzlpkngfuiypUalT4xAlzpQZibQp7S68k1al/s1600-h/P1013452.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192578105589059762&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; height=&quot;239&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCC3dhf1FA3dMIkEFHb29XhPYdeCA94QNYMES8GV7YhxFqcZDtO9RDh7129YPP1juQ-XwnryBS-LGLQnItzTfYlgzI1R4oWjcZu6qJb01btzlpkngfuiypUalT4xAlzpQZibQp7S68k1al/s200/P1013452.JPG&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv42JLOVxmhb-zZoJ1S7iMLOp8_gqevtXU3EXeL8Dl2LjrwSIDxNmVDTZtBbYckje7hxOd7lUijPxvkoW3O_OXQpHNupcGRjcRlvLlKhlGAiIkyZDmyh9dgeiIH4l7_kwe4k3QuVxKAiRj/s1600-h/P1013453.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192588628258935058&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv42JLOVxmhb-zZoJ1S7iMLOp8_gqevtXU3EXeL8Dl2LjrwSIDxNmVDTZtBbYckje7hxOd7lUijPxvkoW3O_OXQpHNupcGRjcRlvLlKhlGAiIkyZDmyh9dgeiIH4l7_kwe4k3QuVxKAiRj/s200/P1013453.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and sister in-law bought us a BUMBO. She swears by it. She said that she would put Libby in it on the counter while she cooked, or use it in the bath. It helps her sit up even when she is not able to sit on her own. Jaxon thinks that it is the best thing that he can fit into it. He is always yelling &quot; mom, mom, mom MOM Look, Jaxon in it&quot; What a HAMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrIzn-6T_n5bsxUBFMRoce_jNUZ6Z6pZrEsvKCF_EC__-gvWrZsq_iwR-V6tFtKPeCNHOojickm7ZoQiHR-BEDAER1GHmaZMz7gPmhvcLPO3XvlQqqZoXcQ-icLWGTzWuQAPO9he8J8CNW/s1600-h/P1013454.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192578114178994386&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrIzn-6T_n5bsxUBFMRoce_jNUZ6Z6pZrEsvKCF_EC__-gvWrZsq_iwR-V6tFtKPeCNHOojickm7ZoQiHR-BEDAER1GHmaZMz7gPmhvcLPO3XvlQqqZoXcQ-icLWGTzWuQAPO9he8J8CNW/s200/P1013454.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new assistant ( Jaxon) was helping me take this picture when he put his hand in front of the flash. But it&#39;s still cute. Just not perfect lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;What&#39;s the saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;&quot;Snugg as a Bug&quot; or is it &quot; Cute as a Bug&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0pAoHAIzcgR2HbyYFePkEdkBUgR4DjUbPmuRajY5VYer4hO-mr4ew4zMUaihfMzTVOTLKFo5fKkBeajV2RHYUcv662Q9XtDQEEnMrEcq2W_UvHr7opMHQWwpRC8scuxOV4r7nodcjuQY5/s1600-h/P1013464.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192578118473961698&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0pAoHAIzcgR2HbyYFePkEdkBUgR4DjUbPmuRajY5VYer4hO-mr4ew4zMUaihfMzTVOTLKFo5fKkBeajV2RHYUcv662Q9XtDQEEnMrEcq2W_UvHr7opMHQWwpRC8scuxOV4r7nodcjuQY5/s200/P1013464.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM45N17XRY1bOoD5uVwNERxWN6GPASQHJ6SQvVxQiNFdLheH1pkA4J9ddjjAx4V_iyBuOUy0ZxYbVwQX4__kF4TktQ3BkGwy8T-CvK4dRNh0mJTouVZdZtTX9siajN388alnUwzenCfLBf/s1600-h/P1013458.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192578122768929010&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM45N17XRY1bOoD5uVwNERxWN6GPASQHJ6SQvVxQiNFdLheH1pkA4J9ddjjAx4V_iyBuOUy0ZxYbVwQX4__kF4TktQ3BkGwy8T-CvK4dRNh0mJTouVZdZtTX9siajN388alnUwzenCfLBf/s200/P1013458.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd said that he is going to invent the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;Jarvas EAR Straightner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for her elf ears. I love her ears and little does he know ( she has his ears) :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/4700261252435513802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/04/bumbo-2-month-shots-and-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/4700261252435513802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/4700261252435513802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/04/bumbo-2-month-shots-and-more.html' title='Bumbo, 2 month shots and more.'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCC3dhf1FA3dMIkEFHb29XhPYdeCA94QNYMES8GV7YhxFqcZDtO9RDh7129YPP1juQ-XwnryBS-LGLQnItzTfYlgzI1R4oWjcZu6qJb01btzlpkngfuiypUalT4xAlzpQZibQp7S68k1al/s72-c/P1013452.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-4153870985740950434</id><published>2008-04-23T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:42:50.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Sunny Saint George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCid7K308dAHbpHL-3xD7wwsxpsdhRuZPQknaKxRQ6sGneixkmXu5951WN-cG6EeQtsIAiSyncQFMUfQrv99dOqte8G_2ib0QidoBRjp2xLZ07jGpJ5IQHnwJhpi28wjQm0m5vX0bi9FXS/s1600-h/P1013445.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192569541424271490&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCid7K308dAHbpHL-3xD7wwsxpsdhRuZPQknaKxRQ6sGneixkmXu5951WN-cG6EeQtsIAiSyncQFMUfQrv99dOqte8G_2ib0QidoBRjp2xLZ07jGpJ5IQHnwJhpi28wjQm0m5vX0bi9FXS/s200/P1013445.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZiB7UX2cdyc_HIEgQevqcY1zcmNxPejU76Bx-uNpE7DcWi-8rjYfQ6Dci3nXL0vnsu5tBo5MC0hiUjINlGoszYJ1nVvWbYrcEFq5kVNVZfjNQ31NknOrcvroXV_Rn6pBa9IZ0o8qM3CB/s1600-h/P1013449.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192569545719238802&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZiB7UX2cdyc_HIEgQevqcY1zcmNxPejU76Bx-uNpE7DcWi-8rjYfQ6Dci3nXL0vnsu5tBo5MC0hiUjINlGoszYJ1nVvWbYrcEFq5kVNVZfjNQ31NknOrcvroXV_Rn6pBa9IZ0o8qM3CB/s200/P1013449.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvRD4It2QF8fANKtNGJI4ESSiGB1MIRh3xPIUfdNFZwgG8b5Oj1mRRhad8j6GHfdXPUTf7RKT-LF_z5kNK2wnVNJBPNyVQblDPM5SPSBVmOiUU7uOSFdvdYNTHvnk55HVTCbVALNtWaolM/s1600-h/P1013451.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192569550014206114&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvRD4It2QF8fANKtNGJI4ESSiGB1MIRh3xPIUfdNFZwgG8b5Oj1mRRhad8j6GHfdXPUTf7RKT-LF_z5kNK2wnVNJBPNyVQblDPM5SPSBVmOiUU7uOSFdvdYNTHvnk55HVTCbVALNtWaolM/s200/P1013451.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Libby, what a doll. she was always cracking us up. And Always running from Jaxon. ( I sometimes find myself doing this samething. &quot;love you Jax&quot; ) Jaxon loved to ware Gracies pink glasses. He thought that he was all that and a bag of chips ( Good thing dad didn&#39;t see him in pink glasses, it&#39;s a little girly :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaxon, Adurey and I slept in Will&#39;s room on his bunkbed. What an adventure. Jax and I in 1 bed and Audrey in her car seat. We tried putting her in bed with us, but not sure she liked the bed with all of us in it and jaxon not ever leaving her alone. All in all we had a blast, but wish that dad had been with us to enjoy the great weather and good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeo5_5w3YivGWXs3uC3X0CJs-054jUFv_MeBWOLioXwEkobIOlydLHYhNwQYzurpdClGk3PVus2EADbpP5AvOo70DZrejmD-5ul5O2JBIx2NIBX-Os9aGIMxGa9spU1b6VKWq5f5subvl/s1600-h/P1013443.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192565100428087394&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeo5_5w3YivGWXs3uC3X0CJs-054jUFv_MeBWOLioXwEkobIOlydLHYhNwQYzurpdClGk3PVus2EADbpP5AvOo70DZrejmD-5ul5O2JBIx2NIBX-Os9aGIMxGa9spU1b6VKWq5f5subvl/s320/P1013443.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not sure what he is doing, But he loved to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sit on the stairs and make faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii62qRfTLNwQxytwwI4Xre-91JDJqNS60Hix_rAOlCDbl9etK8duBDY7oyoepf4VnzamLGabrw5Yzi2Ggo68iCLvUKIB5uHaVYPGhgomKKeJqVMV8GhhpKMWYfhDQEPUPRpoRHZXW1ODxc/s1600-h/P1013435.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192561784713334818&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii62qRfTLNwQxytwwI4Xre-91JDJqNS60Hix_rAOlCDbl9etK8duBDY7oyoepf4VnzamLGabrw5Yzi2Ggo68iCLvUKIB5uHaVYPGhgomKKeJqVMV8GhhpKMWYfhDQEPUPRpoRHZXW1ODxc/s320/P1013435.JPG&quot; width=&quot;252&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJeVhNS_u_mOgbnvJG3dLpiZsE-zaZ1CQAQk2p4qJslZVPBq30WUVxFHBdartgUowaCFmlIpvpOArmG_OvXMOkLAhe9vKrMKuKE8z1fZNB5qQ_y8ZI6F7GLLCkJz94-kCm5ddQnIRVR9m/s1600-h/P1013436.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192561789008302130&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJeVhNS_u_mOgbnvJG3dLpiZsE-zaZ1CQAQk2p4qJslZVPBq30WUVxFHBdartgUowaCFmlIpvpOArmG_OvXMOkLAhe9vKrMKuKE8z1fZNB5qQ_y8ZI6F7GLLCkJz94-kCm5ddQnIRVR9m/s320/P1013436.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Audrey, Jaxon and I drove to SLC to picked up Janie and headed out to St George the end of March. We had a blast. Will, Grace and Libby are so cute and where so patient with Jaxon and Audrey. Jaxon thought that Libby was his BFF, All he wanted to do was to hold her hand. However Libby would not have anything to do with it. She would cry and look away not knowing what was going on. Jaxon just wouldn&#39;t leave her alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/4153870985740950434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/04/nice-sunny-saint-george.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/4153870985740950434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/4153870985740950434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/04/nice-sunny-saint-george.html' title='Nice Sunny Saint George'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCid7K308dAHbpHL-3xD7wwsxpsdhRuZPQknaKxRQ6sGneixkmXu5951WN-cG6EeQtsIAiSyncQFMUfQrv99dOqte8G_2ib0QidoBRjp2xLZ07jGpJ5IQHnwJhpi28wjQm0m5vX0bi9FXS/s72-c/P1013445.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958772353876058926.post-4817324664989696173</id><published>2008-04-23T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:27:37.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>I never thought that I would be so busy with two kids.  Holy Cow, was I wrong!  It takes twice as long to go any where.  I have to get up an hour earlier to get the kids ready for church.  Sunday naps are in the past, and I am tired of having to use the blue bulb to clean out noses.  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He was the best kid ever. We thought that we were the best parents. Then our sweet Audrey was born. And the best kid in the world showed Todd and I that we were wrong. Hitting, screaming, pinching, punching, running way, clawing faces, yelling (what else is their that he could do ?) At least we thought that their wasn&#39;t anything else that he could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With in the first couple hours of Audrey&#39;s arrivel the jealousy began. He threw a piece of cheese that landed on her head. A couple days later he was hitting her, and did not want anything to do with Todd. He was glued to my hip. If I was feeding her, he was on my lap. If I was changing her, Jaxon said that he needed to be changed. It drove me crazy. Then he started to yell at her when she was crying. He would yell &quot; STOP IT&quot; and  would cover her head with a blanket. I never thought that it would be this bad. Though he loves her and always wants to hold her, it seems that it doesn&#39;t last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some friends over to see Audrey and of course Jaxon locked down on their baby&#39;s finger. ( This is the first time that he had done this.) we have found out that time out is now a waste of our time, but Todd and I still play &quot;Super Nanny&quot; against our own will. Some days are better then others, so we do have some hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are going to Salt Lake to see the fam. Hope this helps Jaxon, on the other hand we could be coming home early.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/feeds/5835059743789373018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/5835059743789373018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958772353876058926/posts/default/5835059743789373018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homersimpsonrules.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-beginning.html' title='In the Beginning.....'/><author><name>homersimpsonrules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14112073791110173318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>