<?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-3672635122540417807</id><updated>2012-01-31T00:45:03.318-08:00</updated><category term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SN7Bq2366yI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8m3VtWI8Txk/s200/IMG_2537.JPG'/><title type='text'>The Shirley Family</title><subtitle type='html'>but mostly just Jack, Theo and Harper</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilT3w-_4nI/AAAAAAAAAfk/kW9hw7Ouv2k/s200/IMG_1453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343894650358850162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Theo's favorite- Aunt"Ware"-Jillair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilT4NODL2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/nwiF7YgaFgI/s200/IMG_1458-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343894657938173794" /&gt;My handsome husband and cousin Andy-visiting from FLA.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilTkkOtdgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/5mFySeE540Y/s200/IMG_1451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343894320517576194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My "worrying about her future"look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilTkfuyExI/AAAAAAAAAfU/iTz4xHFBTSo/s1600-h/IMG_1446-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilTkfuyExI/AAAAAAAAAfU/iTz4xHFBTSo/s200/IMG_1446-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343894319309918994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't get enough of these photos.  Theo thinks he's so cool when he gets to hold his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilTkdvIWWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/iQJqmWenjfE/s1600-h/IMG_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilTkdvIWWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/iQJqmWenjfE/s200/IMG_1442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343894318774507874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilTkO5BFSI/AAAAAAAAAfE/8fnygjHktQ8/s1600-h/IMG_1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilTkO5BFSI/AAAAAAAAAfE/8fnygjHktQ8/s200/IMG_1430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343894314789442850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One very soaked Jack.  About the only shot we could get of him all day as he was occupied by the rain storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilTjywZRVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ieWAfo22wUI/s1600-h/IMG_1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilTjywZRVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ieWAfo22wUI/s200/IMG_1429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343894307237086546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilS2HmlCFI/AAAAAAAAAe0/b2dO0F4oZ_s/s1600-h/IMG_1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilS2HmlCFI/AAAAAAAAAe0/b2dO0F4oZ_s/s200/IMG_1424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343893522559076434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty Anamarie pining for another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilS2K9lHxI/AAAAAAAAAes/lLXI7b55DYE/s1600-h/IMG_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilS2K9lHxI/AAAAAAAAAes/lLXI7b55DYE/s200/IMG_1375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343893523460857618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two of my beautiful nieces-Sophia and Olivia.  Wish I could fit into those dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilS12OODBI/AAAAAAAAAek/XkFZepY9BNE/s1600-h/IMG_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilS12OODBI/AAAAAAAAAek/XkFZepY9BNE/s200/IMG_1366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343893517893504018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dont know how she got him to be held like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilS1n6xz-I/AAAAAAAAAec/mCHs5Ox0s_s/s1600-h/IMG_1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilS1n6xz-I/AAAAAAAAAec/mCHs5Ox0s_s/s200/IMG_1394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343893514053865442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother Graham's family-Graham, Anamarie, Tyler, Sophia, Cole and Olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilS1sXy0cI/AAAAAAAAAeU/FQv9wB2hMGs/s1600-h/IMG_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilS1sXy0cI/AAAAAAAAAeU/FQv9wB2hMGs/s200/IMG_1363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343893515249308098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful day on Sunday as Blake blessed our girl.  My mom, brother Graham and family, cousin Andy and of course Jillair and Brycen were able to make it.  The blessing was sweet and ...just perfect.  Although her noggin was a bit too large for the bonnet to fit just right, she looked smashing in her dress-thank you mom!  What a lovely thing it is to name and bless your child as it allows you re-reflection on the wonders of life and the blessings of the gospel.&lt;div&gt;(Sorry about the random-ness of the picture order.  Technical difficulties and laziness dont mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-2094616104117928828?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2094616104117928828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=2094616104117928828&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2094616104117928828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2094616104117928828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/06/harpers-blessing-day.html' title='Harpers Blessing Day'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SilPU00pYyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/m6Lq3ex8c8E/s72-c/IMG_1355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-3223305465741231845</id><published>2009-05-21T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:47:00.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look how far we've come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Sh5uIlITAAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/PdiSIFWGYRk/s1600-h/IMG_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Sh5uIlITAAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/PdiSIFWGYRk/s200/IMG_1250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340827301792907266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Sh5uIveEIqI/AAAAAAAAAd8/SkXHngDFR-w/s1600-h/IMG_1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Sh5uIveEIqI/AAAAAAAAAd8/SkXHngDFR-w/s200/IMG_1258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340827304568562338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Sh5uIWahi_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/E8Hi5wiU5lw/s1600-h/IMG_1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Sh5uIWahi_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/E8Hi5wiU5lw/s200/IMG_1218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340827297842826226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Sh5uIAD9KkI/AAAAAAAAAds/LGKi92r7vY8/s1600-h/IMG_1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Sh5uIAD9KkI/AAAAAAAAAds/LGKi92r7vY8/s200/IMG_1161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340827291842587202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Sh5uH_rEIaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/9qHu0UStPLU/s1600-h/IMG_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Sh5uH_rEIaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/9qHu0UStPLU/s200/IMG_1075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340827291738186146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         My lil feller has turned "deeew"!!!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In light of this wonderful day, here are just a few reasons why this kid is just the BEST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                              Theo Elliot Shirley:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           AKA: Chuck, Feo, T-Bone, Fee-da-B, Theo-B-Deo, Crazy T's,  Feezers and so forth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  His fiery red curly hair, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  His glowing white skin which sets off his fiery red hair, eye brows and golden eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  The fact that he is the living definition of a 2 year old- he's been known to bite, hit, spit, push, throw tantrums, climb on the counters, eat lost snacks found under couch cushions, etc.  If it's been done, he's done it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  He's a little dare devil/thrill seeker.  I will think this is wonderful until the ED visits begin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  If enough time has gone by since eating them, he will down an entire can of carrots, green beans, peas in 2 minutes flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  He looks devilishly handsome in a bow tie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  He can now actually sit still and allow his finger nails to be cut and will willingly lay down for a diaper change.  You don't know how much this means to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  He loves to "weedabuk" (read a book, for those of you who dont speak toddler) and has finally stopped taking them ALL off the shelf as he chooses one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  He passionately loves worms, usually turning one into 2 or 3.  oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  He is lost without his brother Jack who he emulates and annoys to no end,  he regularly kisses his sister and wont leave her alone until he has secured a pacifier in her mouth, and even if he sneaks a little bite on my thigh as he runs and hugs my legs or leaves streaks of snot on his dads shirts as he is trying to leave for work, we wouldn't be complete without this guy in our lives.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theo, you've kept us running since the day your were born.  You whipped us into parents as you toyed with our sanity in those early months of your life.  Yes, you were the baby most could say, "well at least our child doesn't do THAT" (scream for HOURS on end).  But look at you now.  You are just the greatest in our eyes.  So easy to please, so tough, so sweet and loving.  You are stubborn to no end and exasperate us regularly but Heavenly Father made you with that special angel face and beautiful smile to melt our frustrations and thank him daily for our sweet boy.  We love you like crazy lil Theo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3223305465741231845?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3223305465741231845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3223305465741231845&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3223305465741231845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3223305465741231845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-how-far-weve-come.html' title='Look how far we&apos;ve come!'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/Sh5uIlITAAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/PdiSIFWGYRk/s72-c/IMG_1250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-3730602718859149011</id><published>2009-05-18T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:42:27.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until I find something more important to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/ShGOiNwWhQI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0h5yQ5vFe0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1061.JPG"&gt;Just because I can, Im posting these pictures of my kids who I find awfully cute.  Agree with me or not there is no changing my mind.  No other reason for this post and really no other reason needed.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/ShGOiNwWhQI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0h5yQ5vFe0Y/s200/IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337203751869908226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/ShGOh3cIpRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/8UZCvsvlkh4/s1600-h/IMG_1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/ShGOh3cIpRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/8UZCvsvlkh4/s200/IMG_1077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337203745879532818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/ShGOh6RxJCI/AAAAAAAAAdM/rdBb2Y-fS_E/s1600-h/IMG_1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/ShGOh6RxJCI/AAAAAAAAAdM/rdBb2Y-fS_E/s200/IMG_1073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337203746641355810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3730602718859149011?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3730602718859149011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3730602718859149011&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3730602718859149011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3730602718859149011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/05/until-i-find-something-more-important.html' title='Until I find something more important to say...'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/ShGOiNwWhQI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0h5yQ5vFe0Y/s72-c/IMG_1061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-3100257911100000932</id><published>2009-05-05T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:02:01.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Record</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SgBhcj648tI/AAAAAAAAAdE/KPiVZSoEY-4/s1600-h/607799007.jpg"&gt;There is a certain person I know who zips around town in one of these:&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SgBhcj648tI/AAAAAAAAAdE/KPiVZSoEY-4/s200/607799007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332369102113141458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and just for the record, we think she is WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;         (Thank you for your random acts of kindness)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3100257911100000932?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3100257911100000932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3100257911100000932&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3100257911100000932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3100257911100000932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-record.html' title='For the Record'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SgBhcj648tI/AAAAAAAAAdE/KPiVZSoEY-4/s72-c/607799007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-7292275408796982463</id><published>2009-05-01T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:47:44.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day</title><content type='html'>Theo spilled some strawberry yogurt on the living room chair 4 days ago.  So why is it still there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-7292275408796982463?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7292275408796982463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=7292275408796982463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/7292275408796982463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/7292275408796982463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/05/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day'/><author><name>jennah</name><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-3672635122540417807.post-6088118023310305536</id><published>2009-04-16T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:29:10.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THEO</title><content type='html'>3 things I know for sure about one Theo Elliott Shirley:&lt;br /&gt;1.  He is the cutest red-head I've ever met (sorry Elise).&lt;br /&gt;2.  He is stubborn.  Boy is he!&lt;br /&gt;3.  His greatest love in life is CANDY!!! or Ganny!!!&lt;br /&gt;WARNING!  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You willing allow your kids to take each clean wipe out of the holder because you know it will keep them happy/quiet for about 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Your fishing poop, yes poop, out of the bath tub.  AND  your not even phased because it isn't the first time you've done this and your guessing it wont be the last.&lt;br /&gt;3.  You jump out of the shower to respond to the scream of your child only to find out it's because the Emergency Test System  has interrupted his Caillou time.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Yes, your taking a shower at 12:30 in the afternoon.  After all, it's the only time the younger 2 are napping at the same time and a program as stimulating as Caillou will keep your eldest engaged for 1/2 hour.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Your coming up with this idea for your next blog post in the shower, after the aforesaid emergency, because it's the only 15 minutes of your day that its quiet enough to think.&lt;br /&gt;6.  You've made peace with the fact that you bribe your kids with candy to get through grocery shopping.  OK, OK, any shopping, car ride, church, visit to a friends...&lt;br /&gt;7.  You've also made peace with the fact that to get through dinner there is a pre-set number of bites of each food on their plate they need to have.   At least there are clear expectations for both sides.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Dessert happily consists of Ready Whipp sprayed into each mouth.   Makes for fewer bowls to clean.&lt;br /&gt;9.  You naturally help yourself to the above treat.  A few times a day.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Your lunch consists of Goldfish crackers, string cheese and juice.   And you feel proud knowing it consists of 3 of the 5 food groups!&lt;br /&gt;11.  You wipe your child's nose with the bottom of your sweatshirt and don't see the need to change it for the day.  After all, you were smart enough to use the inside of it this time.  (Don't pretend you haven't done the same)&lt;br /&gt;12.  You wish your husband was as satisified with your jeans, t-shirt and sweatshirt combo. you rock each day as you are.&lt;br /&gt;13.  You pay the neighbor girl 5 bucks to watch the boys outside for 1/2 hour so you can feed the baby in peace.&lt;br /&gt;14.  You feel slightly guilty writing a blog post when you've been dressing your kids from the pile of clothes on the floor in your room because clearly folding and putting away laundry isn't high on your to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;15.  You feel slightly more guilty writing a blog post as your child screams for you to get him out of the crib.  However, the feeling of gratitude that he hasn't learned to climb out yet over powers that guilt.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Only now that all 3 are crying do you feel the need to get off the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-2060634367869917371?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2060634367869917371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=2060634367869917371&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2060634367869917371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2060634367869917371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-tell-if-your-mom.html' title='How to tell if your a mom'/><author><name>jennah</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-8390363552139077266</id><published>2009-03-23T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:00:02.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 5</title><content type='html'>Going from a 2 to 3 kid mom has forced me into accepting some normally untolerated behaviors and giving in to things I vowed to never do.  To make it through the day, we (the boys) often take up to 3 baths, eat candy or cookies with breakfast (note, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;.  I do fight some battles...),  leave spilled Goldfish, milk, partially eaten apples etc. on the living room floor until bedtime, dig up the front yard, climb onto and into things we shouldn't (as seen below) and various other deviant and socially unacceptable behaviors.  As I am forced to relinquish power over things simply because there is not enough of me to go around to fulfill everyones needs, I am noticing what a controll freak I am/was.  This may be a good lesson for me in the long run, if I don't crack first.  As we approach week 5 with our Harper, things are not getting back to normal, or normal for us, but are becoming more predictable at least.  I can live with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/ScePjIDUxHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KCNGjYyWxxc/s1600-h/IMG_3732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/ScePjIDUxHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KCNGjYyWxxc/s200/IMG_3732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316375718753780850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/ScePiS503nI/AAAAAAAAAck/R9fc8wHOkTQ/s1600-h/IMG_3721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/ScePiS503nI/AAAAAAAAAck/R9fc8wHOkTQ/s200/IMG_3721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316375704486862450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/ScePh3WbTvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/PmkECSByRYw/s1600-h/IMG_3716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/ScePh3WbTvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/PmkECSByRYw/s200/IMG_3716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316375697090629362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/ScePhQM5riI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ynno0UKTjMc/s1600-h/IMG_3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/ScePhQM5riI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ynno0UKTjMc/s200/IMG_3709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316375686581693986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she may be the one to "blame" for throwing us off our rhythm and putting me down in the books as one of "those moms", it's all worth it to look at this beautiful face everyday.  We love our Harper.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SceVUMnzPgI/AAAAAAAAAc8/HBuUENwJ0k0/s1600-h/IMG_3718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SceVUMnzPgI/AAAAAAAAAc8/HBuUENwJ0k0/s200/IMG_3718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316382059352243714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-8390363552139077266?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8390363552139077266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=8390363552139077266&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/8390363552139077266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/8390363552139077266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-5.html' title='Week 5'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/ScePjIDUxHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KCNGjYyWxxc/s72-c/IMG_3732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-6208901595995851502</id><published>2009-02-21T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:14:05.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's here- HARPER SHIRLEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjh2-QDSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZCLMA3m4dxM/s1600-h/DSCN1788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjh2-QDSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZCLMA3m4dxM/s200/DSCN1788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305420163130068258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She's made it safe and sound.  Our sweet girl was born February 16th after a very smooth induction.  The delivery was great, straightforward with  no incident or alarms.  She weighed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjh2-QDSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZCLMA3m4dxM/s1600-h/DSCN1788.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7 lbs. 10 oz. and was 20.5 inches long (oddly the exact specs. of Jack's and born on the same day).  She is very peaceful and is recieving plenty of love from her brothers.  Theo is quick to kiss her and then give her a little smack or squeeze right after.  Jack keeps telling me "good job mom, you made a cute baby".  We are enjoying her and feel overwhelming joy and gratitude for being blessed with this beautiful gift from Heavenly Father.  We are also feeling grateful for the time others have taken to visit us and for all the help in way of meals and babysitting offers we have recieved from our dear friends and family.  Thank You everyone for your love!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjhwUmEjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/13alNnoAl_Y/s1600-h/DSCN1861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjhwUmEjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/13alNnoAl_Y/s200/DSCN1861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305420161344737842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjhoMrppI/AAAAAAAAAb8/nIpK07-LQLM/s1600-h/DSCN1778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjhoMrppI/AAAAAAAAAb8/nIpK07-LQLM/s200/DSCN1778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305420159164065426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjhgpnLYI/AAAAAAAAAb0/M-ZqDOkE3Ks/s1600-h/DSCN1838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjhgpnLYI/AAAAAAAAAb0/M-ZqDOkE3Ks/s200/DSCN1838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305420157137923458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjCLZym8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/Gx_-dUsCyaU/s1600-h/DSCN1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjCLZym8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/Gx_-dUsCyaU/s200/DSCN1672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305419618858474434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjCC580hI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VYyB_wMljQA/s1600-h/DSCN1773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjCC580hI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VYyB_wMljQA/s200/DSCN1773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305419616577442322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjB8BcRbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/RimcelnDmhA/s1600-h/DSCN1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjB8BcRbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/RimcelnDmhA/s200/DSCN1655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305419614729815474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             Just 'cuz he's so cute too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjBrMAPsI/AAAAAAAAAbM/pF-1Cs8AiKM/s1600-h/DSCN1874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjBrMAPsI/AAAAAAAAAbM/pF-1Cs8AiKM/s200/DSCN1874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305419610210713282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-6208901595995851502?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6208901595995851502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=6208901595995851502&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/6208901595995851502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/6208901595995851502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-here-harper-shirley.html' title='She&apos;s here- HARPER SHIRLEY'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SaCjh2-QDSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZCLMA3m4dxM/s72-c/DSCN1788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-8381688324099643153</id><published>2009-02-12T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:08:26.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 16th will now be EXTRA special!</title><content type='html'>I've just returned from the doctors office with the plan of being induced on Monday-7am.  Since Blake needs to be out of town on Thursday and Friday and being overdue as it is, AND to fit into the OB's schedules etc., Monday was the best date we came up with.  I feel a bit guilty as this is Jack's birthday as well but am trying to play it up to him as "SO COOL"! to have the same birthday as his sister.   He's, however, very hung up on not wanting to share his cake or ANY of his presents with the baby.  He did offer to "throw her just one crumb" though.  It's a start.  So after several promises that he would ALWAYS get his very own cake and NEVER have to share his presents, he's somewhat appeased.  I now need to get over feeling as though I've trumped my big boy's special day.  So that's the plan for anyone waiting to hear.   Naturally I'll post pics as soon as I'm able.  Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-8381688324099643153?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8381688324099643153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=8381688324099643153&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/8381688324099643153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/8381688324099643153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-16th-will-now-be-extra-special.html' title='February 16th will now be EXTRA special!'/><author><name>jennah</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-7474229417517203410</id><published>2009-02-08T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:04:32.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's nearly someone's birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SY7Z1PYSVzI/AAAAAAAAAaU/UpuZcFeE0Zo/s200/GetAttachment-6.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300413320146343730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SY7Z1Bc9NYI/AAAAAAAAAaM/eZ1meqbYwQk/s200/GetAttachment-4.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300413316407833986" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SZDc8v91UCI/AAAAAAAAAas/z6r_TIYcs_s/s200/GetAttachment-9.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300979697641148450" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SZDc86C_VPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Zff27ZoxMyc/s1600-h/GetAttachment-10.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SZDc86C_VPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Zff27ZoxMyc/s200/GetAttachment-10.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300979700347131122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SZDc8xdBxDI/AAAAAAAAAa8/BaWtfzIkzbc/s200/IMG_3478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300979698040423474" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SZDc9MPVDQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/28DPckaEnuk/s200/IMG_3479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300979705230724354" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SY7Z1KIVBWI/AAAAAAAAAac/fCeBj3aUKw8/s1600-h/GetAttachment-5.aspx.jpeg"&gt;I needed to get a jump start on Jack's birthday this year due to baby-coming-any-minute-now and fear of missing his celebration, which he would NEVER let me live down!   Therefore, we spent this weekend en fete even though his actual birthday isn't until the 16th.  It's been slightly confusing for an almost 4 year-old mind.  Basically he thinks he should be getting a gift every day until the 17th...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SY7Z1KIVBWI/AAAAAAAAAac/fCeBj3aUKw8/s1600-h/GetAttachment-5.aspx.jpeg"&gt;Anyway, oblige me this post where I just gush over my first born; a boy who just rocks my world and fills me with pride and joy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jack Dylan Shirley&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jacky Noodle&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jack-a-roe&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ronie&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jackhead&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;J-dog&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Boney&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;etc.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You are our sweet, coy, witty boy and we are so blessed to be your parents.  We realize what a unique person you are.  At just 4 years old, you understand so much of the world around you.  However, I worry that your wisdom is making you grow-up too fast and become concerned about things you shouldn't be thinking about for another 10 years...  You have been a little scientist from the start and I marvel at the things you are interested in.  I hope you never loose your insatiable curiosity and appetite for the unusual wonders of the world around you.  You make each day a new adventure for us.  Every day and night your dad and I pray that you will be healthy, safe and happy.  Please be happy!  Please love life.  Please choose the right.  And please never wonder if your loved.  You are so valuable to this family.  You know how your brother goes crazy if you happen to not be right there when he wakes up or we run an errand on our own.  He will call your name over and over until he sees you again.  I'm sure your sister will be just as much in love with you as Theo is.  You are special, matchless and irreplaceable.  We love you like crazy!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  Happy Birthday Jack!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-7474229417517203410?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7474229417517203410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=7474229417517203410&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/7474229417517203410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/7474229417517203410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-jack-on-his-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s nearly someone&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SY7Z1PYSVzI/AAAAAAAAAaU/UpuZcFeE0Zo/s72-c/GetAttachment-6.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-3919455360104224683</id><published>2009-02-03T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T04:45:37.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few shower pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg6xi0O4rI/AAAAAAAAAY0/eVUftWAEJug/s1600-h/DSCN1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg6xi0O4rI/AAAAAAAAAY0/eVUftWAEJug/s200/DSCN1614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298549584435274418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My mother, sisters and m&lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg6xtyBEMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/a30kDVHnOnA/s1600-h/DSCN1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg6xtyBEMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/a30kDVHnOnA/s200/DSCN1612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298549587378770114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Sisters and sis-in-law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg6xgXoj8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/WSzIe03XYl8/s1600-h/DSCN1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg6xgXoj8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/WSzIe03XYl8/s200/DSCN1592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298549583778451394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The guests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg6xavGR2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/jUke7aXkDSc/s1600-h/DSCN1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg6xavGR2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/jUke7aXkDSc/s200/DSCN1586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298549582266255202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The cake with a pic of myself as a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg57SEuuFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uGb7FwYkPSE/s200/DSCN1500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298548652228130898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg57xC1z0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/gG3N5ik6EKI/s200/DSCN1534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298548660541706050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg58A9_UyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7q8B5oXp2iw/s1600-h/DSCN1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg575MJ9fI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TX0Bjs7PBVU/s1600-h/DSCN1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg575MJ9fI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TX0Bjs7PBVU/s200/DSCN1549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298548662728259058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg57zi7AtI/AAAAAAAAAYE/X_NUGGAJLXs/s1600-h/DSCN1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg57zi7AtI/AAAAAAAAAYE/X_NUGGAJLXs/s200/DSCN1532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298548661213135570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3919455360104224683?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3919455360104224683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3919455360104224683&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3919455360104224683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3919455360104224683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-shower-pictures.html' title='A few shower pictures'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYg6xi0O4rI/AAAAAAAAAY0/eVUftWAEJug/s72-c/DSCN1614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-691991817391482230</id><published>2009-02-02T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:28:11.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;My lovely sister Jillair, wonderfully thoughtful friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hinckleyhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; and  talented mother Cindy put on a baby shower for me at my mom's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://theclarkehousebnb.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Bed and Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;this past weekend.  I was quite surprised that so many of my friends and sister-in-law took the time (3 hour car ride!) to be there.   I really felt quite honored and blessed to know such good people.  Until I am able to get my pictures situated, see what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lythgoe-family.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; has posted concerning the weekend.  I was overwhelmed with beautiful girlie gifts that contained quite an amazing display of handcrafted goodies.  What talented friends with amazing taste I have!  This girl is gonna be a stylin' little thing.  I hope it was worth the time away from home and the car ride to be there.  I really can't find the right words to express how glad and surprised I am that so many good friends made the effort.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-691991817391482230?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/691991817391482230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=691991817391482230&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/691991817391482230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/691991817391482230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>jennah</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-2318286514344332935</id><published>2009-01-28T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:31:35.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYBow3jQlRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ktsLXoy-C4I/s1600-h/IMG_3348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYBow3jQlRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ktsLXoy-C4I/s200/IMG_3348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296348350542550290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYBowpD5EBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/irkf7xVRjSM/s1600-h/IMG_3344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYBowpD5EBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/irkf7xVRjSM/s200/IMG_3344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296348346652889106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYBowuK8HVI/AAAAAAAAAXc/WmEQN71JH8g/s1600-h/IMG_3343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYBowuK8HVI/AAAAAAAAAXc/WmEQN71JH8g/s200/IMG_3343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296348348024626514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYBowSwHrDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GHiKAJ_ll5o/s1600-h/IMG_3342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYBowSwHrDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GHiKAJ_ll5o/s200/IMG_3342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296348340664380466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYBowe4QcYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2waEpdR7IjY/s1600-h/IMG_3341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYBowe4QcYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2waEpdR7IjY/s200/IMG_3341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296348343919735170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On these cold days when I just don't have it in me to haul my swollen body and two boys out the door, this is what we find ourselves doing.  Theo's new found love of Play Dough and Jacks amazing computer skills on pbskids.org can (thankfully) occupy them for a while.  No, not long enough for me to get a nap or cook a real meal, but enough to go to the bathroom in peace or make a quick phone call.  Small blessings.  I love that Theo can roll little ropes and balls and rarely eats them.  And that Jack knows how to get himself back to his page should he hit a wrong button and has the patience to figure out a game now.  I guess it slightly beats all the TV watching we could be doing and probably will be doing when Harper arrives.  (How else will I be able to feed this baby in peace?)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-2318286514344332935?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2318286514344332935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=2318286514344332935&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2318286514344332935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2318286514344332935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-days.html' title='These days'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SYBow3jQlRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ktsLXoy-C4I/s72-c/IMG_3348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-4041915859640794848</id><published>2009-01-21T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:00:18.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wait is over; destiny calls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SXfS7CPqLBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_TTjT4R3KmM/s1600-h/Sawyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SXfS7CPqLBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_TTjT4R3KmM/s200/Sawyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293931798653971474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone out there care that the season premier of LOST is about to start in 10 minutes?  I could pee my pants from excitement (or is that just my pregnancy stress incontinence acting up?)!  What has become of the island? of those left behind?  What will become of Kate and Jack?  What really happened to Claire?  Did Jin die in the explosion?  Is Benjamin Linus good or bad?  Will Charlie return?  But most importantly, will we see Sawyer shirtless?   Are you sensing what a looser I am yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-4041915859640794848?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4041915859640794848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=4041915859640794848&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/4041915859640794848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/4041915859640794848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/01/wait-is-over-destiny-calls.html' title='The wait is over; destiny calls...'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SXfS7CPqLBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_TTjT4R3KmM/s72-c/Sawyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-2783426724367790251</id><published>2009-01-12T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:10:32.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been trying for days to change my background and something I did erased my whole blog.  Or so I thought until my frustration was so great that my husband ("you know I don't believe in this whole blog thing") took a look at it.  Have I mentioned how technically inept I am.  Yes I have.  So I have this beautiful pink background which when not reminding me of childhood stomach aches and my  mothers favorite remedy, hints toward my soon to materialize daughter.  Yikes.  I mean YIKES!!  In less than a month or there abouts I will have myself another baby.  I say another baby because my Theo is still such a baby to me.  Oh what will I do?  I guess we will all simply "do". Aside from being thoroughly freaked out about it I am excited to see my baby girl.  I do so love those frilly little clothes that have so generously been given to us.  I will try to fix my background as soon as I calm down over my near loss.  Until then try not to puke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-2783426724367790251?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2783426724367790251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=2783426724367790251&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2783426724367790251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2783426724367790251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-been-trying-for-days-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-2354427276972832180</id><published>2009-01-12T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:51:26.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what has happened to my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-2354427276972832180?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2354427276972832180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=2354427276972832180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2354427276972832180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2354427276972832180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-has-happened-to-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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-3672635122540417807.post-5179144568322962803</id><published>2008-12-19T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:30:06.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the snow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, It's been some time since I've posted.  Nothing very extraordinary has been going on so don't feel too left out.  As seen below, we shopped for our Christmas tree on my birthday, spent some very chilly afternoons just playing outside and attempted to (very last minute) take some Christmas pictures of the boys.  It's a very good thing that my husband is much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;savvy&lt;/span&gt; and able to take pictures than I am or nothing would have come out.  We have been "decked" and ready for Christmas for sometime now that  Jack is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to think Christmas day is all a hoax for as long as it's taking to arrive.  The patience of little boys...  Theo has his"HO HO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HO's&lt;/span&gt;" down and has basically given up attacking the Christmas tree.  For some reason he hasn't even attempted to open any of the gifts from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grandparents&lt;/span&gt; that are under the tree.  I assume he doesn't understand that you can rip the paper, thank goodness.   What we are really awaiting is a good snow storm.  We have cut out more than enough snowflakes and have hung them ALL on the walls which is nice for a time but we are desperately seeking the real stuff.  Jack gets up in the AM before I do and comes down stairs to turn on PBS.  Lately he has started to watch the news for the daily weather report before flipping over to Reading Rainbow.  He is my weather man as he gives me the forecast each morning.  So we are actually expecting a good amount of snow today, tomorrow and Sunday (according to Jack).  There will be some major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappointments&lt;/span&gt; if it doesn't materialize.  Is 3 years old too young to loose faith in the weather man?   Well, I wish all who may read this a very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; and in the likely case I don't get back to this blog before then, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SUvUUGK_NGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bmOhPqrLu9k/s1600-h/IMG_2986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SUvUUGK_NGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bmOhPqrLu9k/s200/IMG_2986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281548429741208674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SUvUT61ANtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/HY47z2Kf8W8/s1600-h/IMG_2988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SUvUSwvTbgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/sbf0zQSh-yw/s200/IMG_3048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281548406808079874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-5179144568322962803?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5179144568322962803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=5179144568322962803&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/5179144568322962803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/5179144568322962803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheres-snow.html' title='Where&apos;s the snow?'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SUvUUGK_NGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bmOhPqrLu9k/s72-c/IMG_2986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-6761886076171994463</id><published>2008-11-17T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T04:48:17.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We celebrated Blake's Birthday on Friday and in loo of his special day and much to his resistance (if he only knew) here are some reasons why we think Blake's the best around these parts.&lt;br /&gt;1.  He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; handsome&lt;br /&gt;2.  He appreciates the little things&lt;br /&gt;3.  He has an incredible amount of patience&lt;br /&gt;4.  He's definitely more fun than mom&lt;br /&gt;5.  He's quiet and peaceful when everyone else, well, isn't&lt;br /&gt;6.  He's well read&lt;br /&gt;7.  He's the only one around here who knows whats going on in the music world&lt;br /&gt;8.  He's able to stick to a task for FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;9.  He's funny.  Really, he is.&lt;br /&gt;10. He loves us for some crazy reason&lt;br /&gt;11.  He randomly brings home flowers for his wife&lt;br /&gt;12.  He never complains when I buy myself something, in-fact he encourages it&lt;br /&gt;13. He's not a stinky man (my pregnant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olfactories&lt;/span&gt; love that)&lt;br /&gt;14. He'll eat anything I cook&lt;br /&gt;15. He's a simple man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list could go on but I'll keep it as minimally embarrassing as I'm able to for Blake's sake should he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; happen onto my blog.   We do love Blake around here and hope his 32&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year is the best ever.  Happy Birthday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-6761886076171994463?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6761886076171994463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=6761886076171994463&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/6761886076171994463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/6761886076171994463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-celebrated-blakes-birthday-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-260346584477248735</id><published>2008-11-15T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:57:05.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is he yankin my chain?  A conversation with Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SR-n9IH4cTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-i_ghFyKXUE/s1600-h/IMG_2532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SR-n9IH4cTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-i_ghFyKXUE/s200/IMG_2532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269114757641171250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me.  I'm not a good story teller and please forgive me the punctuation but I need  to recap a conversation with my Jack while in the Target parking lot today.   As I was putting his seat belt on, Jack said, "No mom, I want a crop (cop) to stop us.  What do you think he will really do?" (Naturally I try to instill fear by telling him I could go to jail or have to pay a lot of money, so he will keep his belt on.  Apparently he's not buying.)  So again I tell him that if a cop stopped us and he did not have his seat belt on I  would have to pay a lot of money and the cop would tell me I wasn't being a good mom.  Jack says, "But I think your a REALLY good mom!"  Why do you think I'm a good mom, I ask.  "Oh, because you bought me that ornament I wanted."  Well how about because I cook you good foods, tell you bed-time stories, give you a bath, keep you safe.  "Yes!  Of course!  And also because you put me in time-out sometimes."  Oh really.  Why does that make me a good mom?  I ask.  "Because, you know, sometimes I just need a time-out.  Sometimes it's just good to take a break and be alone to think."     &lt;br /&gt;WHAT??  Is he kidding me?  Who fed him that line?   I just had to write that one down some place semi-permanent to never let him forget...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-260346584477248735?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/260346584477248735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=260346584477248735&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/260346584477248735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/260346584477248735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-he-yankin-my-chain-conversation-with.html' title='Is he yankin my chain?  A conversation with Jack'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SR-n9IH4cTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-i_ghFyKXUE/s72-c/IMG_2532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-3406080649975451640</id><published>2008-11-07T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:35:33.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-size: 24px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3406080649975451640?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3406080649975451640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3406080649975451640&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3406080649975451640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3406080649975451640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/girl.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-1245764236801329062</id><published>2008-11-04T12:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:09:51.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wrestling begins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SRCunjjxLRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zFggqbrmWDU/s1600-h/IMG_2894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SRCunjjxLRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zFggqbrmWDU/s200/IMG_2894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264899958979505426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SRCunZBPUNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/i3rSbJhja3E/s1600-h/IMG_2896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SRCunZBPUNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/i3rSbJhja3E/s200/IMG_2896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264899956150325458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SRCumuG9MZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NUvuTMJ_89s/s1600-h/IMG_2895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SRCumuG9MZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NUvuTMJ_89s/s200/IMG_2895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264899944631579026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SRCumecHvBI/AAAAAAAAAQE/i93XKTVWU_Q/s1600-h/IMG_2897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SRCumecHvBI/AAAAAAAAAQE/i93XKTVWU_Q/s200/IMG_2897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264899940425382930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this day was coming with 2 boys close in age.   Just didn't think it would sneak up on me  this fast.  Don't let those faces Theo's making fool you.  He is loving every minute of it and often instigates the matches.  Jack is pretty good (for now) about stopping when told and not being too rough.  (Those days are numbered).  He is a bit too fond of laying on Theo's face, particularly, and pulling blankets over him.  This is when I have to step in.  I vividly remember struggling to breath while wrestling as a child and it would freak me out.  So far no broken bones or stitches (knock on wood) and only minor tears.  But, lets just hope I hear those sweet words "it's a girl" on Friday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-1245764236801329062?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1245764236801329062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=1245764236801329062&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/1245764236801329062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/1245764236801329062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/wrestling-begins.html' title='The wrestling begins.'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SRCunjjxLRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zFggqbrmWDU/s72-c/IMG_2894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-3346726091613464258</id><published>2008-11-02T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:20:21.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SQ5LBNw9rUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QJ7Tv8MDWDY/s1600-h/SuperStock_48-95A-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SQ5LBNw9rUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QJ7Tv8MDWDY/s200/SuperStock_48-95A-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264227498689670466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we had tons of fun on this Halloween trick-or-treating with our friends!   What do you mean those aren't my children? or our friends?  Yeah, so we had camera difficulties ie: couldn't find it, and yeah I'm basically an unfit mother to not capture their adorable faces all dressed up and hungry for C-A-N-D-Y!!  We really did have a great time, though.  Jack was out of his shell thanks for his morally supportive and extra-friendly side-kick Anabelle.  He had no qualms marching up to the door, saying "trick or treat" and "thank you".  Theo was a trooper with his over-stuffed pumpkin costume looking like an Oompa-Loompa/ that kid in his snow suit on A Christmas Story.  He certainly had a  death-grip on his candy bag, walked right into several houses, took more than his share if offered the bowl, and said "bye-bye" to everyone.   I  learned that "ya-ya" menas candy in his language.  It was a great time.  Jack keeps checking that to make sure that Halloween will indeeed come again and that now that's it's over doesn't mean it's done forever.  A year is a long time to wait though!  Atleast we have Christmas to look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;   But, just to prolong it a bit I made some Frankenstein brains for dinner the day after and for the first time didn't have to bribe Jack to eat his broccoli or meatballs.  Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SQ5Ot2t-kxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pYqV7KKikf4/s1600-h/IMG_2888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SQ5Ot2t-kxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pYqV7KKikf4/s200/IMG_2888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264231564132127506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SQ5OtdA0ZnI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KAj_8D4QPCQ/s1600-h/IMG_2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SQ5OtdA0ZnI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KAj_8D4QPCQ/s200/IMG_2890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264231557231830642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3346726091613464258?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3346726091613464258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3346726091613464258&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3346726091613464258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3346726091613464258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SQ5LBNw9rUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QJ7Tv8MDWDY/s72-c/SuperStock_48-95A-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-3794751931048997950</id><published>2008-10-28T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:02:54.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SQfEF_kpKyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8geOwlqpvIs/s1600-h/IMG_2884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SQfEF_kpKyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8geOwlqpvIs/s200/IMG_2884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262390296849230626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SQfEFefS-UI/AAAAAAAAAPc/JlgJoDm_MC0/s1600-h/IMG_2882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SQfEFefS-UI/AAAAAAAAAPc/JlgJoDm_MC0/s200/IMG_2882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262390287968434498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to get Jack involved in helping out around the apartment- not a very easy task.  His new chore, however, is to take out the garbage.  He takes the sidewalk to the end then rounds the corner, opens the dumpster and tosses it in.  I think he likes the independence of  it as I let him go alone.  This is no easy task for me as he is out of my view for about 30 seconds as he goes around the corner.  He looks so grown-up.  Of course there is a chore chart with incentives as he fizzles out of things quickly unless there is a reward.   I just get a kick out of this bit of independence, look forward to when he is able to help out with more, and feel somewhat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;melancholy&lt;/span&gt; that my little boy is growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3794751931048997950?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3794751931048997950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3794751931048997950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3794751931048997950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3794751931048997950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/chores.html' title='Chores'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SQfEF_kpKyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8geOwlqpvIs/s72-c/IMG_2884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-645794328620749286</id><published>2008-10-14T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:20:18.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, "IT" is still an "IT".  An uncooperative "IT" at that.  AARGH!  Sorry to waste your time if you have been checking in to see.  The position the baby was in was a tricky one for the tech to see and she? had her? legs crossed most of the time.  When she? uncrossed her? legs, the cord was then in the way.  Check back November 7th for an update...  All else measured just right and that's all that really matters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-645794328620749286?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/645794328620749286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=645794328620749286&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/645794328620749286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/645794328620749286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-it-is-still-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-2762062481236245232</id><published>2008-10-07T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:49:57.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>78 things about me</title><content type='html'>Following (Amanda's) suit, I thought I would come up with a ridiculously long list about myself.  It might be interesting to look back on this in a few years to see how I've changed (or not).&lt;br /&gt;1.  I love to use parentheses (not necessarily as they are supposed to (parenthetically) be used,  but rather as phrasing as though I were talking)&lt;br /&gt;2.  I'm rather computer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;illiterate&lt;/span&gt;.  Par with your grandmas.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I despise my complexion.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I knowingly wear too much make-up.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I love the sound of someone else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacuuming&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I wish the weather was always between 40-65 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I bite my nails, but gnaw on my cuticles.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I envy natural, well kept nails.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I bit my toenails &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;regularly&lt;/span&gt; into my 20's.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Can brag about saving money on nail clippers and never fretting over not being able to find them.&lt;br /&gt;11.  I DO NOT bite my toe nails any longer (though I'm pretty sure I'm still flexible to do so).&lt;br /&gt;12.  I love to ski, but am too lazy to do so anymore.&lt;br /&gt;13.  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;humongously&lt;/span&gt; wasteful in my use of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;baby wipes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;14.  I'd much rather be in pain than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;15.  I admire people who give talks while looking at the audience and not at a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;16.  I hope to someday give a talk without reading it.&lt;br /&gt;17.  I think my husband is incredibly smart.&lt;br /&gt;18.  I was extremely shy as a child and don't think I've outgrown that yet.&lt;br /&gt;19.  I think my boys are the cutest I know.&lt;br /&gt;20.  I have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unshakable&lt;/span&gt; belief in the power of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;21.  I find myself  (already) being too hard on my sons.&lt;br /&gt;22.  I love to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dissect&lt;/span&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;23.  If given a whole day to myself, I would read in bed for 1/2 of it.&lt;br /&gt;24.  I have body &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dysmorphia&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; for you mom).&lt;br /&gt;25.  I don't enjoy working-out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;26.  I feel guilty on a regular basis about my inability to keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;in touch&lt;/span&gt; with friends.&lt;br /&gt;27.  I miss my dad like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;28.  I love to give advice but rarely take it.&lt;br /&gt;29.  I usually eat too much while I cook and ruin my appetite for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;30.  On Thanksgiving, I hate that I haven't learned not to do that yet.&lt;br /&gt;31.  I think I look old for my age.  That bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;32.  I'm surprised that I've barely used any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;parentheses&lt;/span&gt; (so far).&lt;br /&gt;33.  I love when people use words I've never heard.&lt;br /&gt;34.  I so wish I spoke 2 languages and find those who do very smart.&lt;br /&gt;35.  I still love listening to The Grateful Dead.&lt;br /&gt;36.  I'm very behind on current music.&lt;br /&gt;37.  I don't care much at all about what I wear as long as I think it doesn't make me look fat.&lt;br /&gt;38.  I would much rather have good skin than good hair.&lt;br /&gt;39.  I'm a poor house keeper.&lt;br /&gt;40.  I find myself very fortunate to be married to a man who doesn't expect a clean house when he gets home.&lt;br /&gt;41.  I think my temper is getting shorter and shorter and wonder if they have a pill for anger.&lt;br /&gt;42.  I HATE when I loose my temper and feel very guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;43.  I love banana bread.  Wish I were eating some right now.&lt;br /&gt;44.  I think my mom is the best cook.&lt;br /&gt;45.  I always skip reading the preludes to books.&lt;br /&gt;46.  I wish my family would visit me more often than they do.&lt;br /&gt;47.  I always have my rear view &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mirror&lt;/span&gt; angled down so I can see my kids.  Just to look at their faces when they don't know I'm looking.&lt;br /&gt;48.  I am a very poor photographer.&lt;br /&gt;49.  I wish I had half the talents my mother has.&lt;br /&gt;50.  I wish I had half the talents my husband has.&lt;br /&gt;51.  I love when people speak about talents in terms of "being thoughtful" or "smiling at others".  Then I don't feel quite so worthless.&lt;br /&gt;52.  I realize my self esteem is poor but don't know how to change it.&lt;br /&gt;53.  I rarely worry about our (bleak) financial situation.&lt;br /&gt;54.  I say "what" a lot even when I have heard perfectly well.&lt;br /&gt;55.  I love pure maple candy.&lt;br /&gt;56.  I wish I never stopped doing ballet.&lt;br /&gt;57.  I feel inadequate as a mother a lot.&lt;br /&gt;58.  I'm an aggressive driver.&lt;br /&gt;59.  I love to walk in the snow when it's dark out.&lt;br /&gt;60.  I love pressed leaves and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;61.  Although I work in health care I know very little about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;HMO's&lt;/span&gt;, medicaid or medicare.&lt;br /&gt;62.  I used to not believe in "pregnancy brain".  I laugh about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;disbelief&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;63.  I miss my grandparents although they haven't been around for nearly 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;64.  I fear getting cancer the most.&lt;br /&gt;65.  I don't really like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Oreos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;66.  I feel nervous returning things to stores.&lt;br /&gt;67.  I rarely cry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;68.  Several Elton John and Cat Stevens songs make my heart swell.&lt;br /&gt;69.  I love to listen to "This American Life" but don't frequently get to.&lt;br /&gt;70.  I can't believe I'm on # 70.&lt;br /&gt;71.  I like my teeth and should be taking better care of them.&lt;br /&gt;72.  I hate when people blame others for their problems.&lt;br /&gt;73. I really wish my husband would not be too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; out to put the new toilet paper roll on the holder.&lt;br /&gt;74.  I can't stand to re-watch movies but don't mind re-reading books.&lt;br /&gt;75.  I wish I still had my collection of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;scratch&lt;/span&gt; and sniff stickers.&lt;br /&gt;76.  I get very nervous leaving my kids with anyone other than Blake.  I'll call to check in way more times than I should.&lt;br /&gt;77.  I don't like getting presents but love to give them.&lt;br /&gt;78.  The gift I would most like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; is either a massage or free house cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless your heart if you've read through all this.  Now you officially know way more about me than anyone should.  Congratulations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-2762062481236245232?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2762062481236245232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=2762062481236245232&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2762062481236245232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2762062481236245232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/78-things-about-me.html' title='78 things about me'/><author><name>jennah</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-7746482627585586304</id><published>2008-10-03T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:56:38.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the let down.</title><content type='html'>I was hoping for some good old flops from the much anticipated debate last night and I'm sorry to say I was let down.  I even sat down with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;biases&lt;/span&gt; lined up.  I can't say that I was impressed with "Tina" and although there was much dancing around most subjects other than tapping domestic energy sources, and throwing out the "hockey mom's" and "Maverick" more times than anyone could wish to hear, she did OK.  I'll give her that.  What I really can't bear is to think that she is willing to spend so much of her time doing this VP thing when that little baby, not to mention her other children are hanging in the side-lines motherless.  Is that the best decision for her to make?  If she isn't living the "family first" that she preaches, how do we believe in her?...&lt;br /&gt;"Say it ain't so" Joe (gag!) did speak with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt; of his many many years in the Senate and I must agree that it's too bad he isn't on the ticket.  OK, I'll now try to keep my (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;limited-ly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;studied&lt;/span&gt;-out) political views to myself.  But of course the biggest let down of the night was the no "Office" to brighten my day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-7746482627585586304?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7746482627585586304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=7746482627585586304&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/7746482627585586304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/7746482627585586304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-let-down.html' title='Oh the let down.'/><author><name>jennah</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-8276308537142475876</id><published>2008-10-02T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:11:14.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh!  Autumn.  Pumpkins, vibrant foliage, the smell of decaying leaves, apple pie!, un-hot and un-humid sunny days, memories of playing soccer , it feels like a real fall day today and it does this girl good!   Being a homegrown North Easterner I should remember if all this rain we have had is supposed to calculate into a brilliant fall or a shorter dull one.  In any event I'm glad to be back here in New England  when this weather comes on.  And no, I'm not afraid of the subsequent winter.  I love the winter provided there is plenty of snow!   But that's getting ahead of things...&lt;br /&gt;(Anyone else interested in the play out of the VP debate tonight?  Not uber political but this Palin chick is killin' me.  Can't wait to see what happens tonight.  However I do hope it doesn't interfere too much with my Office.  Love my Office!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-8276308537142475876?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8276308537142475876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=8276308537142475876&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/8276308537142475876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/8276308537142475876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahhh-autumn.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-1773383598615994877</id><published>2008-09-27T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:44:30.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SN7Bq2366yI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8m3VtWI8Txk/s200/IMG_2537.JPG'/><title type='text'>The joys of rain and face paints</title><content type='html'>We love the rain around here.  Poor Theo was napping during this outing which meant I could mostly watch from the porch.  Lucky me.    Jack enjoyed riding his trike up and down the sidewalk aiming to get as soaked as possible.  He was psyched to dig out the old frog boots for the occasion.  I was psyched they still fit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SN7BVJk797I/AAAAAAAAAO8/gfzu4teBjjo/s1600-h/IMG_2535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SN7BVJk797I/AAAAAAAAAO8/gfzu4teBjjo/s200/IMG_2535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250846784652834738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This creepy fellow is overly excited for Halloween.  I'm insane to start talking it up so early but its hard to hide its advent since all the stores have their stuff out in August.  I don't think the blood was necessary but Blake thought it added a nice touch.  Jack wasn't disappointed.  The more gore and body fluids the better.  Getting it washed off was a bit dramatic though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SN7Bq2366yI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8m3VtWI8Txk/s200/IMG_2537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250847157589306146" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was as far as we could get with old "ants in his pants" Theo.  He didn't fail to deliver his charming smile for me though.  A bit Mansonesque but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SN7BVbaXJPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GfiHh50xjZw/s1600-h/IMG_2538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SN7BVbaXJPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GfiHh50xjZw/s200/IMG_2538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250846789440316658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3672635122540417807-1773383598615994877?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1773383598615994877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=1773383598615994877&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/1773383598615994877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/1773383598615994877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/09/joys-of-rain-and-face-paints.html' title='The joys of rain and face paints'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SN7BVJk797I/AAAAAAAAAO8/gfzu4teBjjo/s72-c/IMG_2535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-8302309837373083444</id><published>2008-09-14T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:01:51.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SM2y3UtAxtI/AAAAAAAAAOM/OtgwfNLoZw4/s1600-h/100_1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SM2y3UtAxtI/AAAAAAAAAOM/OtgwfNLoZw4/s200/100_1180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246045804476548818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Breakfast at "New Hampshire" grandmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SM2y3vMTxgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/crB96ny8t60/s1600-h/100_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SM2y3vMTxgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/crB96ny8t60/s200/100_1187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246045811587139074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;If you catch him at the right time, Theo will demonstrate his "beautiful smile" for you.  Maybe a little feminine looking here, but one of my favorite "tricks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SM2y3-axBaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/KifcibpDpkY/s1600-h/100_1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SM2y3-axBaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/KifcibpDpkY/s200/100_1193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246045815674308002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;My sis. Caitlin, cousin Brycen and the boys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SM2y4EUj6gI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8xk6me02C3c/s1600-h/100_1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SM2y4EUj6gI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8xk6me02C3c/s200/100_1200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246045817258895874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Do you think my smile is just a bit forced?  It's my prozac look.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd just post a few pics of me and my fellas.  I'm just not getting any more creative than that.  Since my friends were so kind and understanding (with the exception of one.  Yah, you know who I'm talkin about) with my lack of posts, I feel you'll allow me this too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-8302309837373083444?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8302309837373083444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=8302309837373083444&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/8302309837373083444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/8302309837373083444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakfast-at-new-hampshire-grandmas.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SM2y3UtAxtI/AAAAAAAAAOM/OtgwfNLoZw4/s72-c/100_1180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-2779419149080443999</id><published>2008-09-04T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:26:10.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah,  so what if I haven't posted in like 2 months.   What are YOU going to do about it?  (How's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;belligerence&lt;/span&gt; look on me?  Do I say this because I'm feeling guilty...?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-2779419149080443999?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2779419149080443999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=2779419149080443999&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2779419149080443999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2779419149080443999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-so-what-if-i-havent-posted-in-like.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-8760255541242076040</id><published>2008-07-21T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:06:46.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hampshire Grandma's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT6OrZmLJI/AAAAAAAAANs/2mRuKbF9Yc0/s1600-h/100_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT6OrZmLJI/AAAAAAAAANs/2mRuKbF9Yc0/s200/100_0992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225576597731814546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT6O-Hdg9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/_KdvVEv-Whc/s1600-h/100_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT6O-Hdg9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/_KdvVEv-Whc/s200/100_0995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225576602756023250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT6PGC4IpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YmB480AhcRk/s1600-h/100_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT6PGC4IpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YmB480AhcRk/s200/100_1011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225576604884279954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT6PBsKqwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/BrggiDuxnBA/s1600-h/100_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT6PBsKqwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/BrggiDuxnBA/s200/100_0959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225576603715283714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT5zpfkmoI/AAAAAAAAANE/uV1dtlttpzI/s1600-h/100_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT5zpfkmoI/AAAAAAAAANE/uV1dtlttpzI/s200/100_0948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225576133363538562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT5zjTnksI/AAAAAAAAANM/sGrU0nZYAIg/s1600-h/100_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT5zjTnksI/AAAAAAAAANM/sGrU0nZYAIg/s200/100_0949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225576131702788802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT5z9bs_6I/AAAAAAAAANU/TNRkfnqSOhg/s1600-h/100_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT5z9bs_6I/AAAAAAAAANU/TNRkfnqSOhg/s200/100_0977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225576138716020642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT5z_bslRI/AAAAAAAAANc/xatkNA821qc/s1600-h/100_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT5z_bslRI/AAAAAAAAANc/xatkNA821qc/s200/100_0980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225576139252864274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT50AxAdCI/AAAAAAAAANk/y_XVE32DLiA/s1600-h/100_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT50AxAdCI/AAAAAAAAANk/y_XVE32DLiA/s200/100_0989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225576139610682402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I recently took a trip to my mom's house/&lt;a href="http://theclarkehousebnb.com/"&gt;theclarkehousebnb.com&lt;/a&gt; .   (A- the offer still stands...)  We had a great time swimming in the pool, checking out the surrounding sites and just being away.  It's nice to go "home" and not worry about cooking! cleaning! and to especially have someone to play with the kids and spoil them.  Though I'm not feeling too great these days, it was really good to have a diversion and to be around people who don't care if you get yourself ready for the day.  Next we're off to Utah to see Grandam and Grandpa Shirley and all the 22 cousins on that side...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-8760255541242076040?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8760255541242076040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=8760255541242076040&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/8760255541242076040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/8760255541242076040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-hampshire-grandmas.html' title='New Hampshire Grandma&apos;s'/><author><name>jennah</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SIT6OrZmLJI/AAAAAAAAANs/2mRuKbF9Yc0/s72-c/100_0992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-3272286975319577415</id><published>2008-06-24T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:08:40.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So, naturally it's been sometime since I've updated this old monkey on my back of a blog.  How does a blog become so burdensome you may ask?  For those of you who can do this weekly, let alone DAILY! are just mortified I'm sure, but I am just not one of those people who find an oh-so-sweet release writing about my day or the things I'm into.  I am a lover of reading blogs, mind you, just not of writing them.   What do I fill my time up with instead?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little of this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SGGftxeJ5-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/-fsUNVTUFgc/s1600-h/IMG_2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SGGftxeJ5-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/-fsUNVTUFgc/s200/IMG_2314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215625452194490338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SGGgPq7mT8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/KzWqD9mMMUY/s1600-h/IMG_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SGGgPq7mT8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/KzWqD9mMMUY/s200/IMG_2277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215626034554490818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So by the time we finally make it here...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SGGg4uQYNOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qtr-CtOK5AI/s1600-h/IMG_2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SGGg4uQYNOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qtr-CtOK5AI/s200/IMG_2286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215626739821589730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SGGg5FGADWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/K2wHvSy8BCo/s1600-h/IMG_2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SGGg5FGADWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/K2wHvSy8BCo/s200/IMG_2287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215626745952079202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SGGg5FGADWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/K2wHvSy8BCo/s1600-h/IMG_2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been revisiting a most amazing book by my second favorite author (Thomas Hardy being my first in case you couldn't live without knowing).  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SGGlMQFJmEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/cpELmahTgdQ/s1600-h/51HSFS2EJZL._SL500_BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SGGlMQFJmEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/cpELmahTgdQ/s200/51HSFS2EJZL._SL500_BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215631473365325890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I love this book, and I will swear that if you stick with it, you will say the same!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to complete my intentions here, we are all just dandy.  Jack and Theo are loving the great outdoors (AKA: the park).  Jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reports&lt;/span&gt; that he will now be a part-time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entomologist&lt;/span&gt; (full-time garbage man)  when he grows up.  His imagination is WILD.  Non-stop make-believe play can be a bit eerie sometimes.  Theo is just starting to believe that dirt doesn't belong in his mouth, though he still sneaks tastes and totally knows I'm gonna yell at him as he does so.  He can point to a good portion of his body parts, make a half dozen animal sounds and beside mama and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt;, say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dak&lt;/span&gt;"(Jack) "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Baaa&lt;/span&gt;" (ball) "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Buk&lt;/span&gt;" (book) "Nana" (no no) and does a pretty spot on "banana".   We are moving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; town this week-end so like in a month or 2 I'll update again...you think I'm kidding?  By the way, is this background totally gross?  I just can't tell anymore..&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3272286975319577415?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3272286975319577415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3272286975319577415&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3272286975319577415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3272286975319577415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SGGftxeJ5-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/-fsUNVTUFgc/s72-c/IMG_2314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-3446361280891560248</id><published>2008-05-28T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:50:15.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SD4ZrKIKesI/AAAAAAAAAMU/B7Hj3pMUg8A/s1600-h/IMG_2254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SD4ZrKIKesI/AAAAAAAAAMU/B7Hj3pMUg8A/s200/IMG_2254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205626448530537154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo, aka:  T-bone, Theo-B-Deo, Baby T, Fee, Crazy T's is a big boy now!!  He had his 1st Birthday last Thursday.  Grandma Shirley, Aunt Jillair, and Brycen were in attendance for the "festivities".   The past year was easily the fastest in my life.  It seems like he is growing up so quickly!   With Jack I couldn't wait for him to start crawling, walking, talking  but with Theo, I turn around and  he's not just walking, he's running, turning on the TV, figuring out how to roll his trucks and sort his blocks without being shown how.   In the words of his big brother, "Oh that Feo.  He is a crazy guy!"  Yes he is.  But we love him love him like crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Some reasons our Theo is sooooo wonderful:&lt;br /&gt;1.  He has great hair.  Curly, red and usually smelling of meat sticks.&lt;br /&gt;2.  He wakes up smiling, smiles all day, smiles 30 seconds after knocking his head on the floor,  wall, chair, corner...  (let's hope the reasons not just due to brain damage)&lt;br /&gt;3.  He LOVES carrots!  beans! avocados!&lt;br /&gt;4.  He looks great in kelly green.&lt;br /&gt;5.  He knows how to hug.  He even gives the little pat on the back as he does.&lt;br /&gt;6.  He keeps me in shape as he truly is into EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;7.  He has turned into one fantastic sleeper.  (That one counts for a dozen reasons why he's fantastic.)&lt;br /&gt;8.   He's an expert dirt/ fuzz/bug eater.&lt;br /&gt;9.   He sleeps with his little buns in the air.&lt;br /&gt;10.  His belly button looks like a cocktail wiener.  Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!  We're so in love with you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3446361280891560248?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3446361280891560248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3446361280891560248&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3446361280891560248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3446361280891560248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-big-boy.html' title='My Big Boy!'/><author><name>jennah</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SD4ZrKIKesI/AAAAAAAAAMU/B7Hj3pMUg8A/s72-c/IMG_2254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-5155268185878880396</id><published>2008-05-10T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:08:34.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SCYAwEDsA5I/AAAAAAAAALk/bFn1FqiVZZo/s1600-h/100_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SCYAwEDsA5I/AAAAAAAAALk/bFn1FqiVZZo/s200/100_0601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198843645568746386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SCYAwkDsA6I/AAAAAAAAALs/M9xqSagNajY/s1600-h/100_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SCYAwkDsA6I/AAAAAAAAALs/M9xqSagNajY/s200/100_0609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198843654158680994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SCYAxEDsA7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/PS33V9HYyBo/s1600-h/100_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SCYAxEDsA7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/PS33V9HYyBo/s200/100_0607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198843662748615602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SCYAxUDsA8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/j3KJgqQY3uU/s1600-h/100_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SCYAxUDsA8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/j3KJgqQY3uU/s200/100_0589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198843667043582914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SCYAxUDsA9I/AAAAAAAAAME/ujeZmQzbvo4/s1600-h/100_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SCYAxUDsA9I/AAAAAAAAAME/ujeZmQzbvo4/s200/100_0611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198843667043582930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous pictures basically sum-up what we have been up to lately, ie:  not much.   Due to the fact that my mom was in town (which means constant photo sessions) I have photos which turned out pretty cute and candid.   Otherwise, not too much to say.  Happy Mothers Day to all you fantastic mothers out there.  Aren't the leaves and blossoms and tulips divine?  I'm pretty sure it's no coincidence that their advent corresponds with Mothers Day.  Ahhh SPRING!  Ahhh MOTHERHOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-5155268185878880396?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5155268185878880396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=5155268185878880396&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/5155268185878880396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/5155268185878880396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/05/previous-pictures-basically-sum-up-what.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SCYAwEDsA5I/AAAAAAAAALk/bFn1FqiVZZo/s72-c/100_0601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-1770505183973583064</id><published>2008-04-24T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T13:19:06.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took it as a compliment or rather as a matter of fact when my son told me this morning that I had "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mormon&lt;/span&gt; breath".    I rarely write down the funny/naughty/sweet things that he says for I can't keep up, but I did love this one.  You'd think there was a teenager in the house to learn from for all the huffing, protesting and "oh mom!'s" that I get.  I'm learning a lot of patience, or possibly my lack of, from my 3 year old in combo with my 11 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;monther&lt;/span&gt;!    But for all the grief I get, I can say that I get at least 3 helpings of wonderful, loving, adorable moments.  Right when your on the brink, those brown eyes will sparkle or those red curls will be sticking out just at the right angle and you have to smile.  Naturally, I write this after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whiny&lt;/span&gt;, stressful afternoon.  So while they are content for the moment, one with a cookie and milk and the other walking around with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; toy- our phone, I can gather up my brain and be grateful for my "blessings".   Addendum:  that cup of milk was just spilled all over the rug and the phone has been traded for a fun little game of grab at the laptop.   2 1/2 hours till bed and a night of "The Office" and "Lost".  Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-1770505183973583064?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1770505183973583064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=1770505183973583064&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/1770505183973583064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/1770505183973583064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-took-it-as-compliment-or-rather-as.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-3979408428347299656</id><published>2008-04-22T03:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T04:17:50.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we did today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SA3FGt_YGpI/AAAAAAAAALU/PmbGB7NVRF0/s1600-h/IMG_2033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SA3FGt_YGpI/AAAAAAAAALU/PmbGB7NVRF0/s200/IMG_2033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192022664643353234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it would have been a major sin if we had just hung out on the couch today(looking either unnaturally happy or rather stunned).  So instead of just hanging out at home, we decided to check out a few of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SA3EkN_YGoI/AAAAAAAAALM/FFTrFr6A5QA/s1600-h/IMG_2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SA3EkN_YGoI/AAAAAAAAALM/FFTrFr6A5QA/s200/IMG_2054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192022071937866370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I was a bit inspired by you, Elise.   And although there was a bit of construction going on, the weather was perfect and the kids were nearly perfect too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SA3EiN_YGkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fxUnd-FEMJg/s1600-h/IMG_2042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SA3EiN_YGkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fxUnd-FEMJg/s200/IMG_2042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192022037578127938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SA3Eit_YGlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/c4mLKS4jfdo/s1600-h/IMG_2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SA3Eit_YGlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/c4mLKS4jfdo/s200/IMG_2051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192022046168062546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SA3EjN_YGmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/UuBCza433sY/s1600-h/IMG_2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SA3EjN_YGmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/UuBCza433sY/s200/IMG_2053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192022054757997154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SA3Ejt_YGnI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3C24gmS6Bc/s1600-h/IMG_2044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SA3Ejt_YGnI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3C24gmS6Bc/s200/IMG_2044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192022063347931762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Theres nothing like watching animals to keep the kids entertained.  Here's Jacks list of what we saw.  "We saw stinger guys (??), zebras (no, we actually didn't), elephants, silly guys that danced around (cranes), giraffes, fish and a sprinkler,  humm.  I think we better go to it again next year so we can go to it for 2 days.  But why did they not have rhinoceroses?  Thoses are animals, mom.  I like them.  I want to see what they're like."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3979408428347299656?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3979408428347299656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3979408428347299656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3979408428347299656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3979408428347299656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-we-did-today.html' title='What we did today'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SA3FGt_YGpI/AAAAAAAAALU/PmbGB7NVRF0/s72-c/IMG_2033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-3837011800504570100</id><published>2008-04-15T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:04:12.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, a couple pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SATa1Lo_WGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BNQAKWRZ558/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SATa1Lo_WGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BNQAKWRZ558/s200/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189513277830289506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SATa1ro_WHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jY2cYGGWihA/s1600-h/IMG_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SATa1ro_WHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jY2cYGGWihA/s200/IMG_1845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189513286420224114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SATa2Lo_WII/AAAAAAAAAJs/Azlu2sHa_w0/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/SATa2Lo_WII/AAAAAAAAAJs/Azlu2sHa_w0/s200/IMG_1984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189513295010158722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3837011800504570100?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3837011800504570100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3837011800504570100&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3837011800504570100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3837011800504570100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-yeah-pictures-and-movie.html' title='Oh yeah, a couple pictures'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/SATa1Lo_WGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BNQAKWRZ558/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-9055675852336045751</id><published>2008-04-15T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:04:36.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've reached a new (blogging) low</title><content type='html'>I just haven't been able to get it together to blog.  I've never been a marathon blogger but I know my performance as of late has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inexcusable&lt;/span&gt;.  (Thankfully) my life is rather ordinary.  Not much dramatics or alarming news around here, which is how we like to keep it.  Therefore, I have a hard time blogging about all the mundane goings on.  But, we'll try...  Blake has about a month before school gets out.  He'll be teaching a class during the summer.  It doesn't look as though he'll get a full-time job in the fall as we hoped.  That means we'll be staying here and continue to do what were doing. - He- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adjuncting&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UCONN&lt;/span&gt; and I- working  week-end nights at the hospital.  Jack has been a hardcore bug collector as of late and can't get enough of being outside.  While inside though, he is into drawing elaborate treasure maps (needless to say, our printer paper is just about gone). He has been working on spelling simple words, sounding things out and watching as much PBS kids as allowed.   Word World is on now which is the only way I'm able to write this right now.   He loves that Theo is getting bigger and heartier and can therefore tolerate rougher play.   Theo is just about to walk.  He is taking independent steps but prefers crawling.  He is an amazingly fast crawler.  He still smiles at everyone and everything.  I'm dreading the day when that ends.  I remember when Jack used to smile at everyone...  Theo loves to give hugs and slobber kisses and if I hold him really tight he will sit through a 30 second book. I look at him and wonder where the time has gone.  He is so big!   So like I said, nothing earth-shattering here.  We're healthy and happy and just too blessed to be stressed.  Bring on the sunshine, new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;episodes&lt;/span&gt; of The Office and Lost, walks to the park and plenty of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt; covered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pretzels&lt;/span&gt; and I'm good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-9055675852336045751?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/9055675852336045751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=9055675852336045751&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/9055675852336045751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/9055675852336045751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-reached-new-blogging-low.html' title='I&apos;ve reached a new (blogging) low'/><author><name>jennah</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-6044549251068436052</id><published>2008-03-19T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:13:13.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder and Sister Jessee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R-EEGhZgqHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KXL6PZQ24iU/s1600-h/mission%2Bpicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R-EEGhZgqHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KXL6PZQ24iU/s200/mission%2Bpicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179425556543875186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday my dad and his wife Brenda entered the Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah.  In a week they will leave for a 18 month proselyting  mission to Bucharest, Romania.   It's hard to think that we won' t see them for that long and that when they return, Jack will be almost 5 and Theo almost 3.   They were as excited as 2 adults could be though, which made the good -byes easier.   It's strange already to have them gone as their home was the most frequent meeting place for all of my side of the family.  We'll see how strong our sibling "glue" is with them away...  (By the way mom, I'm not forgetting that your over there in NH.  We'll see you next week!)   We miss you guys so much already but are very excited for your new adventure!!  WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-6044549251068436052?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6044549251068436052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=6044549251068436052&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/6044549251068436052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/6044549251068436052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/03/elder-and-sister-jessee.html' title='Elder and Sister Jessee'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/R-EEGhZgqHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KXL6PZQ24iU/s72-c/mission%2Bpicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-3908084671855802192</id><published>2008-02-28T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:01:48.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casanova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R8dXm9uioEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OWGtK5mUzXo/s1600-h/IMG_1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R8dXm9uioEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OWGtK5mUzXo/s200/IMG_1755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172199023974719554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R8dXnduioFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xe9agXbkUIs/s1600-h/IMG_1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R8dXnduioFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xe9agXbkUIs/s200/IMG_1815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172199032564654162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R8dXn9uioGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1eGQZOu3pBE/s1600-h/IMG_1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R8dXn9uioGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1eGQZOu3pBE/s200/IMG_1835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172199041154588770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Theo blabbering in his crib contentedly, therefore I'm not feeling too guilty yet, as I write a quick post to my neglected blog. Lately, the aforementioned mon petite cher has started doing this very romantic expression which just cracks me up every time.  He tried it out on his aunt Jillair a few days ago and has decided he gets the right reaction from it.  With his pumpkin-colored hair and light hazel eyes he's just a dream-boat to me.  As soon as I can do it justice on camera, I'll share, but until then you'll have to deal with these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3908084671855802192?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3908084671855802192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3908084671855802192&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3908084671855802192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3908084671855802192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/02/casanova.html' title='Casanova'/><author><name>jennah</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R8dXm9uioEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OWGtK5mUzXo/s72-c/IMG_1755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-1448181261349847772</id><published>2008-02-14T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:35:59.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jack is 3!  YIPEE! YIPEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R7dXJtuioBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FRaCoFNx71Y/s1600-h/DSC02834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R7dXJtuioBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FRaCoFNx71Y/s200/DSC02834.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167694921836175378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R7dXKtuioCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/45yPfjNjY_c/s1600-h/IMG_1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R7dXKtuioCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/45yPfjNjY_c/s200/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167694939016044578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my big boy's birthday!  Where has the time gone?  Granted for his 3 years I've easily aged 7 but it seems like just yesterday Blake and I were checking into the U of U Hospital eagerly awaiting our 1st. Since I'm a big fan of the lists, here is a moderate one with some of the reasons I think my boy is the greatest:  &lt;br /&gt;1.  He has great hair&lt;br /&gt;2.  He reminds me to excuse my self should I happen to burp&lt;br /&gt;3.  He draws amazing monster pictures&lt;br /&gt;4.  He too loves baby Rice cereal&lt;br /&gt;5.  He is our personal safety patrol officer and cautions us as we walk out the door to  not slip on ice, drive carefully, hold onto the railing when we walk down-stairs, use caution with the outlets, etc.&lt;br /&gt;6.  He has "dreamy eyes"&lt;br /&gt;7.  He can wiggle one eyebrow at a time&lt;br /&gt;8.  He knows the days of the week and all the months of the year but never remembers number 16 when he counts and denies its any thing but el-em-ello-p when he says the alphabet&lt;br /&gt;9.  He calls himself J-dog and his brother T-bone&lt;br /&gt;10.  He could sit for hours and listen to books being read&lt;br /&gt;11.  He thinks that all I need to look pretty is to put a bow in my hair &lt;br /&gt;12.  He has special toes and a chipped front tooth&lt;br /&gt;13.  He "banishes" people when he's upset with them (that's called too much Peter Pan)&lt;br /&gt;14.  He's infatuated with lava and is always asking what you get when you mix lava with:ice-cream, fire, snow, apples, etc.&lt;br /&gt;15.  He knows what "affiliated "means&lt;br /&gt;16.  He made me sicker than I could have ever imagined while pregnant then proceded to make me happier than I could ever have imagined!!!&lt;br /&gt;                     I LOVE MY JACK!!!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACK-A-ROE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-1448181261349847772?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1448181261349847772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=1448181261349847772&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/1448181261349847772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/1448181261349847772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-jack-is-3-yipee-yipee.html' title='My Jack is 3!  YIPEE! YIPEE!'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/R7dXJtuioBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FRaCoFNx71Y/s72-c/DSC02834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-2537624139890072357</id><published>2008-02-06T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T07:09:43.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pictures for no reason.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R6nNSIY1jTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-B_JJ5Q2xoA/s1600-h/FH000001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R6nNSIY1jTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-B_JJ5Q2xoA/s200/FH000001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163884159129980210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R6nNSYY1jUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ucjv_CiHvBQ/s1600-h/FH000008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R6nNSYY1jUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ucjv_CiHvBQ/s200/FH000008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163884163424947522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R6nNSoY1jVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IRPZeiqEmvo/s1600-h/FH000010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R6nNSoY1jVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IRPZeiqEmvo/s200/FH000010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163884167719914834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-2537624139890072357?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2537624139890072357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=2537624139890072357&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2537624139890072357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/2537624139890072357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-pictures-for-no-reason.html' title='Random pictures for no reason.'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/R6nNSIY1jTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-B_JJ5Q2xoA/s72-c/FH000001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-4428931405266949810</id><published>2008-01-19T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T18:27:12.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What having sick children makes you thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R5KxTpb7ugI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eY3NKJiIwt0/s1600-h/IMG_1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R5KxTpb7ugI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eY3NKJiIwt0/s200/IMG_1694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157379474391284226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R5KxT5b7uhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Mc7ONwVDbRo/s1600-h/IMG_1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R5KxT5b7uhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Mc7ONwVDbRo/s200/IMG_1666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157379478686251538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R5KxUZb7uiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kjrK-LYBUxE/s1600-h/IMG_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R5KxUZb7uiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kjrK-LYBUxE/s200/IMG_1681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157379487276186146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week the boys were sick with nasty head colds; the type with the runny noses that you just cant keep up with and coughs that sound like train wrecks.  You know the kind.  It made me stop to think (in between handling sticky tissues and trying to wash my hands before running to catch the next gush) of all that I have to smile about...&lt;br /&gt;1.  A husband who is willing to get up in the middle of the night to sooth a crying child.  Without complaining.&lt;br /&gt;2.  A husband who never gives me grief when the house is a disaster or that dinner doesn't get made that night.&lt;br /&gt;3.  A baby who will smile between coughs and regardless of the fact that he has boogers smeared across his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;4.  A boy who actually loves washing his hands.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Chlorox ANYWHERE spray&lt;br /&gt;6.  A hot shower&lt;br /&gt;7.  Rent that includes the heat!&lt;br /&gt;8.  Cuddling my kids.  (It's about the only time they let me)&lt;br /&gt;9.  Knowing that cold are transient and were usually blessed with excellent health.  That keeps me going...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-4428931405266949810?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4428931405266949810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=4428931405266949810&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/4428931405266949810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/4428931405266949810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-having-sick-children-makes-you.html' title='What having sick children makes you thankful for...'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/R5KxTpb7ugI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eY3NKJiIwt0/s72-c/IMG_1694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-3250368819063135537</id><published>2008-01-13T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:54:26.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the year</title><content type='html'>simple |ˈsimpəl|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adjective ( -pler , -plest ) easily understood or done; presenting no difficulty : a simple solution | camcorders are now so simple to operate.&lt;br /&gt;• plain, basic, or uncomplicated in form, nature, or design; without much decoration or ornamentation : a simple white blouse | the house is furnished in a simple country style.&lt;br /&gt;• [ attrib. ] used to emphasize the fundamental and straightforward nature of something : the simple truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3250368819063135537?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3250368819063135537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3250368819063135537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3250368819063135537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3250368819063135537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/01/word-of-year.html' title='Word of the year'/><author><name>jennah</name><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-3672635122540417807.post-976537479669801238</id><published>2008-01-07T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:45:15.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists! Lists! Lists! a work in progress</title><content type='html'>Lists are the thing to do.  They also are ever so efficient, succinct and practical.  They are the lazy-(wo)mans friend when it comes to blogging.  They allow for as many elaborate details as desired but can also hold up with just a word or two.  Whenever I have a spare moment and don't feel too guilty for spending it on the computer, I can quickly add to my lists or create new ones in a flash. So, without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Adieu to 2007, or How to Make it Great in "08 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Get out of the house (apartment) more (and not just to go to the grocery store).  When did my big event of the day turn into grocery shopping or running to the drug store?  Where has my sense of adventure gone?&lt;br /&gt;2.  Go to the gym.  Blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;3.  Bake more cakes. Eat more cake. and then go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Meditate.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Become more eco-minded.  Reduce Reuse Recycle.  I was 2 classes away from an Environmental Science degree when I decided to study nursing.  I don't know what has happened to me.  I swore off using paper towels, recycled my cans, glass and plastic and kept up on the doom and gloom stats of human consumption and waste.  For the past several years I've thrown not only 100% of my plastic and glass away but have become addicted to paper towels and basically act like I don't give a hoot about what or how much I use.  I think I need to freshen up on my global awareness.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Introduce one person to the gospel.  If I told just one person each year about the gospel and assuming I live another 50 years, thats like enough to start a branch.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Laugh.  At myself preferably.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Give others the benefit of the doubt.  The benefit of the doubt...  Thats an interesting saying.  A generous yet dubious notion.&lt;br /&gt;9. Turn off the TV.  No explanation needed.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Tell more people more often how wonderful they are.  I know a lot of wonderful people but I wonder if they know that I think they are wonderful... So, if your reading this, I probably think your wonderful too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-976537479669801238?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/976537479669801238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=976537479669801238&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/976537479669801238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/976537479669801238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2008/01/lists-lists-lists-work-in-progress.html' title='Lists! 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We all had a great time and enjoyed the beautiful New Hampshire snow.  There would be something wrong with you if you didn't feel the Christmas spirit there; it virtually smacks you in the face as each nook and yes, craney is decked to the halls.  Not a place for little hands, so I got a good work-out.  Jack and Theo loved being spoiled by Grandma and Papa and playing with cousins.   I loved just being with family and getting out of the house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3065504261304249993?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3065504261304249993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3065504261304249993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3065504261304249993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3065504261304249993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-of-our-christmas-celebrations.html' title='One of our Christmas celebrations'/><author><name>jennah</name><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-3672635122540417807.post-6937889929911577253</id><published>2007-12-27T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T17:57:06.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R3RX4Zb7uXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6fwXcSrHT5Y/s1600-h/IMG_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R3RX4Zb7uXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6fwXcSrHT5Y/s200/IMG_1560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148836900403657074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R3RX45b7uYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jXME0BuZCSA/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R3RX45b7uYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jXME0BuZCSA/s200/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148836908993591682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R3RX5pb7uZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3M4ecMyj3pA/s1600-h/IMG_1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R3RX5pb7uZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3M4ecMyj3pA/s200/IMG_1572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148836921878493586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R3RX6Jb7uaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/usH-aACs1cs/s1600-h/IMG_1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R3RX6Jb7uaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/usH-aACs1cs/s200/IMG_1574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148836930468428194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-6937889929911577253?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6937889929911577253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=6937889929911577253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/6937889929911577253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/6937889929911577253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R3RX4Zb7uXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6fwXcSrHT5Y/s72-c/IMG_1560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-7223995160103263251</id><published>2007-12-27T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T17:52:57.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE LOVE SNOW!</title><content type='html'>We really do love snow.  Correction- Jack and I love snow, Theo doesn't yet care and Blake isn't a fan.  It dumped a week and a half ago (your lucky I'm blogging about it within the month!) and we had tons of fun playing in it.  Jack and Blake built a sweet snowman but I can't seem to find the pic. we took of it...  Some rascals in the neighborhood took his head off the first night of it's life so we weren't  able to him enjoy him very long but he was beautiful.  Jack named him Mosty, inspired by ???  Anyway, it was a great day in the snow and I look forward to some more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-7223995160103263251?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7223995160103263251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=7223995160103263251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/7223995160103263251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/7223995160103263251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-love-snow.html' title='WE LOVE SNOW!'/><author><name>jennah</name><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-3672635122540417807.post-7015835690298397374</id><published>2007-11-30T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:04:36.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R1BQlwqNboI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l6U_wsnTLQo/s1600-R/FH000009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R1BQlwqNboI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yQ80nl68AY4/s200/FH000009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138695784477060738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R1BQlwqNbpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9sbE9pZOj_E/s1600-R/FH000035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R1BQlwqNbpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7402hKMge5M/s200/FH000035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138695784477060754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you Lindsey.  Oh, how we miss You Guys!  Jack just can't get over Eli being gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-7015835690298397374?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7015835690298397374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=7015835690298397374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/7015835690298397374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/7015835690298397374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-guys.html' title='My guys'/><author><name>jennah</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/R1BQlwqNboI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yQ80nl68AY4/s72-c/FH000009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-3720548661460313428</id><published>2007-11-29T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:00:44.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lindsey, my much missed friend tagged me to compose 7 little known facts about me.  Why would I want to incriminate myself you may ask?  I don't really know except that now I can tag others to find out more about them and their little dirty secrets...  So being tagged are:  Valerie, Brenda, April, Angela, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tice&lt;/span&gt; and Natalie(though your both pretty forthcoming about your dirty secrets, but we could all use some more!), Amber, and Amanda and Lara again.  So here goes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I eat about a jar of peanut butter a week.  By myself.   No, I don't love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PBJ's&lt;/span&gt;, I eat it with a spoon, fork, finger, whatever is most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt;, straight out of the jar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  My bedroom is usually COVERED with our laundry.  Clean laundry that is.  I'm the worst at folding and putting away laundry so somehow I've started to let it all pile up and up and up.  I rope my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; into a folding party about once a week.  OK, OK, once every 2 weeks.  It's really terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I can't bear to use any other soap than Dial White.  Being pregnant has caused this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inconvenient&lt;/span&gt; aversion to any other soap.  However, I have no aversion to guts, boogers, blood, etc. for some reason.  Good thing too since I see all this any more at work every week.  I even (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt;) look forward to doing wound dressing changes to witness the gore.  See how gross I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.   I have a ritualistic, borderline obsessive routine to putting the boys to bed.  It involves a certain amount of kisses with a little chant which is too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; to say out loud.  My husband doesn't even know what I say.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whisper&lt;/span&gt; this into their ears every night and if I have to spend the night away, I'll do it before I go and for as many nights as I'll be gone.  It's a bit psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I really really like sampling baby food.  I couldn't wait for Theo to start solids so I could taste the scrumptious purred peas, sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt;, bananas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;squash&lt;/span&gt;, etc.  My favorite cereal is Rice cereal.  I eat it ALL the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  I would totally have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Botox&lt;/span&gt; if I had the money.  I'm that shallow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  I can't remember the last time I ironed something.  You wonder how I get away with it with my clothes lying in a heap in my bedroom.  Maybe I'm not getting away with anything...  My poor husband puts his clothes in the dryer every morning to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wrinkle&lt;/span&gt; them.  I'm lucky I got married.  Wives, use this to remind your husbands how lucky they are to have married you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-3720548661460313428?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3720548661460313428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=3720548661460313428&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3720548661460313428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/3720548661460313428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/11/lindsey-my-much-missed-friend-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-6935318877962903124</id><published>2007-11-01T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:44:56.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween of course!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Halloween was great!  And I'm so glad it's over!  When you start talking about it in early September it makes for a very looong holiday.  "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" was played out in mid September and the bats, ghosts and cobwebs didn't get much attention these past few weeks.  But the big night its self turned out great.  Too much candy and too late of a night didn't dampen any spirits.  The weather couldn't have been better and the company was divine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RyoiN7btjOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/X1wr-f6P468/s1600-h/IMG_1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RyoiObbtjPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/exg0X18qydQ/s1600-h/IMG_1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RyoiObbtjPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/exg0X18qydQ/s200/IMG_1274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127948756992232690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RyoiO7btjQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x5BTZa2r80I/s1600-h/IMG_1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RyoiO7btjQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x5BTZa2r80I/s200/IMG_1270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127948765582167298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RyoiPrbtjRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/n_vImi7zngg/s1600-h/IMG_1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RyoiPrbtjRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/n_vImi7zngg/s200/IMG_1306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127948778467069202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RyoiQLbtjSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yJ2eKyFpkgI/s1600-h/IMG_1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-6935318877962903124?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6935318877962903124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=6935318877962903124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/6935318877962903124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/6935318877962903124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-of-course.html' title='Halloween of course!'/><author><name>jennah</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RyoiObbtjPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/exg0X18qydQ/s72-c/IMG_1274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-1041513009034151190</id><published>2007-10-23T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:46:02.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've come a long way as well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rx6v9tKx4RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mXz3KvEd1kQ/s1600-h/IMG_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rx6v9tKx4RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mXz3KvEd1kQ/s200/IMG_1259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124726900625891602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Theo is 5 months old today.  I don't know how but it's been the fastest 5 months of my life.  I really don't know where the time went.  I do know that the first 3 months were awfully rocky and I never imagined that he would turn into this cheery little fella who  loves to laugh and smile.  These days we have a great time together and in reflection I see that those tough first months just made me appreciate him more.  When he is handed quickly back at the first sign of distress and you've got no choice than to just hold him and rock him through the screams, you ask yourself how much more you can take.  Then just when it seems too much to handle, he starts to smile! and coo!  I'm glad that my friends and family are much more wise and level-headed than I am and knew it would pass.  I'm grateful for all their (your!) support and council.  My prayers were answered through you.  So now we all laugh more than cry and wake up looking forward to our day (even if it does start WAY too early.  But that's a different story...)  I LOVE YOU THEO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-1041513009034151190?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1041513009034151190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=1041513009034151190&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/1041513009034151190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/1041513009034151190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/10/weve-come-long-way.html' title='We&apos;ve come a long way as well'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rx6v9tKx4RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mXz3KvEd1kQ/s72-c/IMG_1259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-5814970637059941591</id><published>2007-10-19T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:12:03.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rxjt1dKx4QI/AAAAAAAAADw/CVMI9ATi0kE/s1600-h/441-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rxjt1dKx4QI/AAAAAAAAADw/CVMI9ATi0kE/s200/441-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123106078752628994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are all (except Adella, seen a few entries ago) of Jack and Theo's cousins on my side of the family (they have 17 others on Blake's side).   Jack LOVES his cousins.  They are his best friends.  They all call him "Baby Jack" (except for Brycen who calls him Jackey) even though he assures him he is no longer the baby.  I'm glad that:  1. we live close enough to them all to see each other relatively regularly 2. their mother's have great taste since all my son's clothes come from them and  3. their kids are older than my kids so they can reassure me that 2 year old obstinacy and attitude out of nowhere are perfectly normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-5814970637059941591?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5814970637059941591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=5814970637059941591&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/5814970637059941591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/5814970637059941591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/10/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rxjt1dKx4QI/AAAAAAAAADw/CVMI9ATi0kE/s72-c/441-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-1902576218014550055</id><published>2007-10-19T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T10:47:15.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I married my husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rxjrg9Kx4PI/AAAAAAAAADo/ktJhVrtIlRY/s1600-h/7044020-R1-039-18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rxjrg9Kx4PI/AAAAAAAAADo/ktJhVrtIlRY/s200/7044020-R1-039-18.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123103527542055154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my brother Graham.  Although I told him not to, he insisted on holding Theo like this..."It's not going to hurt him.  I've done it to all of my kids." I know this, but a mother doesn't really want to see her baby dangled in the air, but alas there is no stopping him.  If he thinks its a good idea, he'll do it regardless of what you may say.  He lives for the laugh at what ever cost.  I love my brother, he's got a big heart, but I knew I would never marry anyone like him.  So I'll just say a short thanks to Blake for not being a Graham and insisting on holding our kids by one foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-1902576218014550055?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1902576218014550055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=1902576218014550055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-4464891462182774527</id><published>2007-10-04T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T03:58:10.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In no particular order and for no particular reason other than I find them very cute...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RwTFitKx4MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2qqMgierBI8/s1600-h/IMG_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RwTFitKx4MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2qqMgierBI8/s200/IMG_1164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117432276630757570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                         My little Theo just hanging around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RwTFjNKx4NI/AAAAAAAAADY/QCgAatuxtS8/s1600-h/IMG_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RwTFjNKx4NI/AAAAAAAAADY/QCgAatuxtS8/s200/IMG_1167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117432285220692178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    Jack, Theo and cousin buddy Brycen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RwTFjtKx4OI/AAAAAAAAADg/671B7rf2BmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RwTFjtKx4OI/AAAAAAAAADg/671B7rf2BmQ/s200/IMG_1174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117432293810626786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         A tiger in the tub&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-4464891462182774527?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4464891462182774527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=4464891462182774527&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/4464891462182774527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/4464891462182774527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-no-particular-order-and-for-no.html' title='In no particular order and for no particular reason other than I find them very cute...'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/RwTFitKx4MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2qqMgierBI8/s72-c/IMG_1164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-4640892120172530588</id><published>2007-10-01T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T03:37:01.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've come a long way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RwS9XdKx4LI/AAAAAAAAADI/p9ymEyJq5wY/s1600-h/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RwS9XdKx4LI/AAAAAAAAADI/p9ymEyJq5wY/s200/IMG_1186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117423287264207026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a week now since my big boy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; gave up his crib for the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; bed.  Now we know the joys of walking him back a dozen times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; he stays put.  But as Super Nanny promised,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;consistency&lt;/span&gt;, he has caught on.  Most nights.  An interesting thing happened about day 3 of his big boy bed sleeping...HE &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lost &lt;/span&gt;his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pacifier&lt;/span&gt;!  My poor husband was alone for that one and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thank goodness&lt;/span&gt; he was because I would have likely found it (you know what I'm talking about, guys can't find stuff like mom's can)and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt; would have been prolonged again.  It reportedly took many many hours for him to fall asleep but as for any 2 year old, sleep eventually won.  We found that the fact that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; lost his pacifier has work incredibly well for us.  We just kept on reminding him it was his fault!  Nice parenting huh?  Anyway,  after I got home from work and heard the story, we found the thing in about a minute after which a struggle ensued.  Do we throw it away? or hang on to it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; he decides to make his new bed time 11:30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt;.   We stashed it in our drawer for a week and saw we didn't give the kid enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;credit&lt;/span&gt;.  It's so forgotten and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt; time is back to 8 pm!   Just like that it happened.  So for now I feel like my kid is normal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-4640892120172530588?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RvLEBjiKOzI/AAAAAAAAACo/5hgNqyhMgyA/s1600-h/IMG_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RvLEBjiKO0I/AAAAAAAAACw/llYeUCeVw7w/s1600-h/IMG_1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RvLEBjiKO0I/AAAAAAAAACw/llYeUCeVw7w/s200/IMG_1004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112364058016365378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RvLEBziKO1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/wY7JNDUQoHc/s1600-h/IMG_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RvLEBziKO1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/wY7JNDUQoHc/s200/IMG_1011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112364062311332690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys are my treasure.  I was reading my lesson for YW this week which is entitled The Importance of Life which seems to have gotten the better of my emotions and so now, those of you who choose to read this are stuck with having to hear me gush about my boys (fair warning, get out while you can).   Day-to-day we do our best to raise our kids.  Some days or most, we try to just make it through and anxiously await the sounds of silence after they are tucked in for the night.  Sad but true.  While I was reading my lesson it resounded with the fact that we are each children of God and we are each special and valuable in a unique way.  I thought about my Jack who loves waking up and making up things he dreamt about as he sees them in the room.  "I dreamed bout my Winnie da Pooh chair and bout my cereal".  He hugs and kisses me, dad and Theo (especially Theo) each morning.  We argue slightly about not eating pretzels or having chocolate milk for breakfast and I am  then on to trying to convince him it is more fun to read a book or draw than watch Curious George or Blues Clues (I said I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;).  Jack-a-roni (Remember my fair warning.  And don't try to pretend you don't have equally silly nicknames) loves to dance around in his underwear, play in the sink, pretend to shave with dad using a comb and shaving cream (of course), sit, yes just sit, in the back of his dads truck, collect bugs, rhyme, eat olives, wash his hands!, make up songs, and recently tell me what letter words start with.  He pulls the funniest faces and loves it when he gets us laughing.  He LOVES his brother and nothing makes me happier or more proud than when he trys to calm him down using the sweetest little baby voice and calling him "little fella" and kissing him on the head.  And although it rarely works, he trys every time.  I'm so proud when he prays, remembers the characters names in the Book of Mormon stories I tell him, goes potty by himself, eats his dinner without half of it ending up in his milk, and consistently skips 14 and 15 as he counts to 20.  I love this kid SO MUCH!  Why do I ever loose temper with him?  Why do I anxiously await nap and bed times?  And Theo.  Oh Theo-you-smell-like-pee-oh (nice mom, huh?) so far your either smiling a huge dimply grin or crying like you mean it (by this time we know you don't) but I can tell already tell that your an old soul.  I love you.  I can't wait to see what kind of kid you'll be.  And although my stories so far only include things like rolling over, holding your rattle, pooping, peeing and sleeping, I know soon I'll ramble on about the things you do and say that make me so proud and happy.  I'm crazy about these guys.  I'll spare my husband the embarrassment of going on about him, but simply say I don't fathom my life without him.  Come hell or high water he will be there.  So if you've made it this far, your now in the clear.  Without this turning into a testimony, I'll say that I' so glad to know the things I know.  I'm glad to regularly be reminded of what is real and important and ever-lasting.  I hope to give to my kids and husband even a portion of what they give to me.   OK, now I feel better. &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/3672635122540417807-694215614320693684?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/694215614320693684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=694215614320693684&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/694215614320693684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/694215614320693684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/09/bear-with-me.html' title='Bear with me...'/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/RvLEZTiKO2I/AAAAAAAAADA/IXfemTWdUdY/s72-c/IMG_0980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-7069675977395853771</id><published>2007-09-17T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:16:05.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Addition to the Jessee Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Ru7Qt5C3g-I/AAAAAAAAACI/vleeI2P-njg/s1600-h/IMG_1020.JPG"&gt;Sweet Adella Mae.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Ru7Qt5C3g-I/AAAAAAAAACI/vleeI2P-njg/s1600-h/IMG_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Ru7Qt5C3g-I/AAAAAAAAACI/vleeI2P-njg/s200/IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111252113937630178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Ru7QuJC3g_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/14htZiwI32A/s1600-h/IMG_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Ru7QuJC3g_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/14htZiwI32A/s200/IMG_1025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111252118232597490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Ru7QuJC3hAI/AAAAAAAAACY/uTs8N3UkZRI/s1600-h/IMG_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Ru7QuJC3hAI/AAAAAAAAACY/uTs8N3UkZRI/s200/IMG_1027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111252118232597506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Ru7QuZC3hBI/AAAAAAAAACg/PgJ-nHu9spU/s1600-h/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Ru7QuZC3hBI/AAAAAAAAACg/PgJ-nHu9spU/s200/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111252122527564818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother Ethan and his wife Valerie had their first baby on Friday Sept. 14th.  All went well and they were blessed with this little gem.  We ran up there on Saturay to meet her and were amazed at how adorable she is and the TONS of curly black hair she has.  She seems so tiny next to my two meat heads.  Congratulations guys!  SOOO SWEET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-7069675977395853771?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7069675977395853771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=7069675977395853771&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/7069675977395853771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/7069675977395853771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/09/newest-addition-to-jessee-family.html' title='The Newest Addition to the Jessee Family.'/><author><name>jennah</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Ru7Qt5C3g-I/AAAAAAAAACI/vleeI2P-njg/s72-c/IMG_1020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-6192302499296055610</id><published>2007-09-07T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:15:30.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RuHpmgi00YI/AAAAAAAAACA/1XPFHAulkps/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RuHpmgi00YI/AAAAAAAAACA/1XPFHAulkps/s200/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107620300195156354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-6192302499296055610?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6192302499296055610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=6192302499296055610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/6192302499296055610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/6192302499296055610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/RuHpmgi00YI/AAAAAAAAACA/1XPFHAulkps/s72-c/IMG_0950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-4906348597461394639</id><published>2007-09-07T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:17:06.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacifer troubles</title><content type='html'>So, for the past 6 months I've been telling myself that THIS month, we're getting rid of Jacks pacifer. ( He only takes it when he sleeps, but have you noticed the overbit on this kid already?) It hasn't happened.  I expected I'd have him off that, out of his crib and potty trained before Theo was born.  The potty training was so seemless I thought the other two would be no problem either... He placidly sleeps caged in his crib with that scummy old red and yellow pacifer between his lips every night.  We've been talking for some time about trading in his pacifer for a really cool toy, and bought him a big boy bed months ago.   Instead of him warming up to these changes, he has now taken to praying for them.  As best as I can remember, last nights prayer went like this:  Heavenly Fader.  Fank you for dis day, for all my blessings.  Fank you for my family.  Fank you for my pacifer.  Fank you for dad, mom and Feo.  Fanks for my pacifer again, AND my crib.  In the name...   How sad to have to take away the things that comfort and secure him.  Two things he has had and used to get to sleep every night since birth (nearly).   The task gets tougher every day.  No! he doesn't want to be a big boy and sleep in a big boy bed and No! he doesn't care if Bryce (his cousin who he looks up to) doesn't use a pacifer.  I do realize I am in control of this situation and I am the one who will make this change happen (or not) AND he will still love me when I take these things away, but why does it have to be so hard?   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-4906348597461394639?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4906348597461394639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=4906348597461394639&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/4906348597461394639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/4906348597461394639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/09/pacifer-troubles.html' title='Pacifer troubles'/><author><name>jennah</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-5377664678683010715</id><published>2007-09-04T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:20:51.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rt2h9Qi00WI/AAAAAAAAABw/pL_pBehiTpA/s1600-h/IMG_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rt2h9Qi00WI/AAAAAAAAABw/pL_pBehiTpA/s200/IMG_0956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106415626293137762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rt2hVgi00VI/AAAAAAAAABo/tox0MkqMh2g/s1600-h/IMG_0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rt2hVgi00VI/AAAAAAAAABo/tox0MkqMh2g/s200/IMG_0951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106414943393337682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:medium;"&gt;Such a Perfect Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As summer is quickly coming to an end and the long northeast winters approach (perhaps I'm getting a head of myself) I appreciate the beautiful days that we're now given.  The boys are napping after a long stroll through the neighborhood.  And though I have to literally bribe Jack with fruit snacks to stay in his stroller and strap my chubby Theo in a snuggley which he is nearly too big for  but is positively happy in I felt very blessed to be healthy and able- boddied enough to perambulate with my guys.   Though I'm not outside currently, I am loving looking out my window at the gentle wind-blown trees and appreciate the fact that the A/C is off and I am cool enough with the windows opened, for now.  It's the little things that make life so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-5377664678683010715?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5377664678683010715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=5377664678683010715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/5377664678683010715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/5377664678683010715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/09/such-perfect-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rt2h9Qi00WI/AAAAAAAAABw/pL_pBehiTpA/s72-c/IMG_0956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-8907021644032778744</id><published>2007-08-29T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:11:48.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Trump.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8366c30817d7ecb7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8907021644032778744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=8907021644032778744&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/8907021644032778744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/8907021644032778744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/08/mini-trump.html' title='Mini Trump.'/><author><name>jennah</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-490518684039453363</id><published>2007-08-21T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:16:03.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RstHyQi00TI/AAAAAAAAABY/UPWkzKoJOKQ/s1600-h/IMG_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RstHyQi00TI/AAAAAAAAABY/UPWkzKoJOKQ/s200/IMG_0903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101249931687285042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RstHygi00UI/AAAAAAAAABg/A6j1leNvh8A/s1600-h/IMG_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RstHygi00UI/AAAAAAAAABg/A6j1leNvh8A/s200/IMG_0914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101249935982252354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, other than watching peter pan more times than i can count in the past week (im not even kidding.  not candy or going to the park can compare) and theos new tricks which include rolling over and holding small toys, not much is earth shattering here.  however, our days fly by having been full of drawing pictures, finger painting,reading books,watching peter pan,changing diapers, feeding mouths, laughing, crying and the occasional time-out for you know who.  observe i didnt mention all the dishes and laundry that get done or the gourment dinners i prepare.  we are healthy, wear semi-clean clothes and aren't starving so i think life is good.  blake starts teaching next week and the kids and i are going to virginia with my dad, brenda, and grahams family.  (dont be jealous of the 10 hour car ride with a 2 year old and a 3 month old)  so, all goes well.  hope for the same to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-490518684039453363?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/490518684039453363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=490518684039453363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/490518684039453363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672635122540417807/posts/default/490518684039453363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-other-than-watching-peter-pan-more.html' title=''/><author><name>jennah</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/RstHyQi00TI/AAAAAAAAABY/UPWkzKoJOKQ/s72-c/IMG_0903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-8214431476014501128</id><published>2007-08-11T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T04:57:35.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rr2jgWqJnzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SfjRZpiux2s/s1600-h/IMG_0880.JPG"&gt;little theo looking contemplative. 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-2611517300712949582</id><published>2007-08-11T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T04:52:25.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rr2ia2qJnyI/AAAAAAAAABI/46YrfBadHMs/s1600-h/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;blessing day for theo.  look how excited he is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rr2ia2qJnyI/AAAAAAAAABI/46YrfBadHMs/s320/IMG_0862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097408935485873954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rrd1NmqJnwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_mxXJcsAaOw/s1600-h/IMG_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;my beautiful crazy boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WE0LVemvmNc/Rrd1NmqJnwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_mxXJcsAaOw/s320/IMG_0785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095670379969093378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-9125040385726572355?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/9125040385726572355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672635122540417807.post-6177821698154908700</id><published>2007-08-06T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:39:23.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aug. 6th     ok, so i guess i'll give this a try since "everyone else is doing it".  i'm not going to use caps because these days i only have one useful hand as the other is occupied holding theo, just so you know.  and, don't expect too much either.  if you know me, which i presume you do since your caring enough to read this, i'm the worst at sticking to these kind of things.  by these kind of things i mean anything that requires free time and effort... with that said,  us shirleys are doing great and are amazed at how fast our summer is flying by.  blake will be returning to school to teach in just 3 weeks.  for me, i'm just begining to feel human again since having theo on may 22.  he is finally figuring out that life on the outside isn't all that bad and is turning into a pretty fun little guy.  jack just keeps on playing and loving life regardless of the seasons or situation.  and so life goes.  i've got a wonderful, healthy family, my church, enough food and a car.  what else could i ask for!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672635122540417807-6177821698154908700?l=eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastshirleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6177821698154908700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672635122540417807&amp;postID=6177821698154908700&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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