<?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-6044806658155156332</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:28:44.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jax-in-the-Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Adventures in Toddlerhood</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316989053315521686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZXBbyUwmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2p6aeUNU6yM/S220/Picture+518.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044806658155156332.post-8144773531762685509</id><published>2008-12-15T15:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:53:27.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Time in the City!</title><content type='html'>Wow.  Okay, so I still don't know a whole lot about this Christmas thing, but from what I've seen and been told so far, I think I'm gonna like it. Mommy says this is actually my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; Christmas, but I don't remember the last one, so it's all new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Mommy put up our Christmas tree.  It's covered in lights and beads and all these really neat colored balls and other "ornaments."  I, of course, immediately wanted to pull them off and inspect them closer, but Mommy wasn't having any of that.  She told me the tree is "just for looking at, don't touch!"  I still try to sneak things off the tree when I think she's not looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Mommy and Daddy put up more lights all over the inside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the outside of the house.  It looks so pretty.  I've seen other houses with pretty lights on them, too.  I think this is how people get Santa to notice their house so he is sure to come bring them presents on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, oooh!  That brings me to my next point!  I actually got to meet Santa last weekend!!  And some elves and some reindeer, too!  Check out the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pet a reindeer.  He didn't move at all, just stood there and let me pet him and pull on his antlers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbOyQHljTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QUt-snfvQdA/s1600-h/Jaxmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbOyQHljTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QUt-snfvQdA/s320/Jaxmas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280134975854054706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbOymhxMfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gYdzhDoIzvk/s1600-h/Jaxmas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbOymhxMfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gYdzhDoIzvk/s320/Jaxmas3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280134981869449714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we found a little elf.  He wasn't much taller than me and I think we kind of look alike, what with my rosy cheeks and snazzy green jacket:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbOy2VYrgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aW1AkNbJFPc/s1600-h/Jaxmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbOy2VYrgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aW1AkNbJFPc/s320/Jaxmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280134986112478722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was on to the big guy.  They had to take 2 pictures, since I put my hand up in my face for the first one.  I was losing my patience by the time they took the second pic though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbOzICQJTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-n8zz3obYGE/s1600-h/Jax%26Santa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbOzICQJTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-n8zz3obYGE/s320/Jax%26Santa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280134990864065842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbOzY5kyvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IM3z4Z1Eoyk/s1600-h/Jax%26Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbOzY5kyvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IM3z4Z1Eoyk/s320/Jax%26Santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280134995391073010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and me also made some Christmas cookies yesterday for Daddy's office, but we didn't get any pictures of that.  But, Mommy let me play with some of the cookie dough (which I promptly ate) and then let me taste some of the cookies when they were done!  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says Christmas is still 10 days away, but I can't wait to see what Santa brings me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;Jax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044806658155156332-8144773531762685509?l=jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8144773531762685509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044806658155156332&amp;postID=8144773531762685509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/8144773531762685509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/8144773531762685509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas-time-in-city.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Time in the City!'/><author><name>Jax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316989053315521686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZXBbyUwmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2p6aeUNU6yM/S220/Picture+518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbOyQHljTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QUt-snfvQdA/s72-c/Jaxmas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044806658155156332.post-8078446417406007861</id><published>2008-12-15T15:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:24:01.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Little CEO</title><content type='html'>The day before Thanksgiving, Mommy had to take me to her office for part of the morning.   I love going to the office with Mommy because there is so much to get in to.  Mommy says she can't get anything done while I'm there, but she sure does a lot making sure I don't touch anything or play with all the cool stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy had to go into a meeting while I was there and I got to come, too!  While Mommy and her co-worker were talking with their boss, I wandered around and looked for something to play with.  I also made a poo while they were talking.  Mommy noticed, I could tell because of the way she was looking at me when I poo'd.  Then, her boss must have smelled it because he asked her if I had pooped.  Mommy turned bright red and tried not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting was over, Mommy changed my diaper right there in her office.  She said that was the best place to do it, since the bathroom doesn't have a diaper changing station.   Then she let me help her with some of her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pics from my hard day at the office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbKGxnJrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kl7rjG28gf0/s1600-h/office.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbKGxnJrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kl7rjG28gf0/s320/office.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280129830884060242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbKG8dcTnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VedPAdrIwCE/s1600-h/office3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbKG8dcTnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VedPAdrIwCE/s320/office3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280129833796128370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbKHBQoTgI/AAAAAAAAAII/N393v8dIGto/s1600-h/office4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbKHBQoTgI/AAAAAAAAAII/N393v8dIGto/s320/office4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280129835084566018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbKHYNkKpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QVEd55I9nn0/s1600-h/office5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbKHYNkKpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QVEd55I9nn0/s320/office5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280129841245727378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbKHZt90oI/AAAAAAAAAIY/01IRKJAfX0M/s1600-h/office6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbKHZt90oI/AAAAAAAAAIY/01IRKJAfX0M/s320/office6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280129841650061954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of my "paperwork" (Mommy says she thinks it looks a bit like a whale):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbKtXAU-aI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MauRvVLkCv0/s1600-h/officeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbKtXAU-aI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MauRvVLkCv0/s320/officeb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280130493756799394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "work" thing doesn't seem as hard as Mommy and Daddy make it out to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Jax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044806658155156332-8078446417406007861?l=jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8078446417406007861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044806658155156332&amp;postID=8078446417406007861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/8078446417406007861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/8078446417406007861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/mommys-little-ceo.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Little CEO'/><author><name>Jax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316989053315521686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZXBbyUwmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2p6aeUNU6yM/S220/Picture+518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SUbKGxnJrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kl7rjG28gf0/s72-c/office.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044806658155156332.post-5292053925135011655</id><published>2008-11-10T10:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:56:29.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding Time</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you know I like to eat.  Well, I like to "snack."  Mommy says I would snack all day if she let me.  When it comes to actual meal times, I really prefer to just throw food on the floor and make a big mess.  It's truly an art form and I am the best at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, I was "eating" dinner and had some mashed potatoes to play with.  I smeared them around on my high chair tray and with one big swipe, everything landed on the floor.  Mommy came over (yelling something about not throwing food on the floor) and started picking it all up.  She always does that when I throw things on the floor.  It's really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when she bent down next to me in my high chair, I decided she would look a lot better with some mashed potatoes in her hair.  I still had a big clump of them in my hand and her head was right there so I thought she wouldn't mind.  I smooshed that big old clump of potatoes right into her hair.  At first, I thought she would get mad because I think I scared her, but then she started laughing and went to show Daddy the great job I did smashing those mashed potatoes in her hair.  Daddy thought she looked great and laughed, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually get pretty messy during these art sessions and I have to go straight into the bath after dinner.  At other times, Mommy just cleans me up the best she can (I don't make it easy since I hate it when she wipes my face and hands) and sometimes has to change my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like to eat though...  Here are some of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeseburgers... mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SRhlZdN85hI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YGC84n4inKM/s1600-h/mcds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SRhlZdN85hI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YGC84n4inKM/s320/mcds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267071252224075282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I LOVE barbecue.  We went to a Spears Family Reunion a little while ago and Daddy let me chew on one of his ribs.  It was sooooo good, I didn't want to let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SRhlZEIu6HI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iH_5SRCJ3K0/s1600-h/8fe69e9cb79f.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SRhlZEIu6HI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iH_5SRCJ3K0/s320/8fe69e9cb79f.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267071245491300466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SRhlZhqRieI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KbEHjeGcq5o/s1600-h/2e1856a7f6ed.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SRhlZhqRieI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KbEHjeGcq5o/s320/2e1856a7f6ed.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267071253416610274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weekends ago, Mommy and Daddy took me to a place they really like called Firehouse Subs.  I got this cool fireman hat and they gave me another one of my favorite things: Cheetos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SRhlizZkafI/AAAAAAAAAHw/i2-w_7DEV8w/s1600-h/4dec0058ba5a.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SRhlizZkafI/AAAAAAAAAHw/i2-w_7DEV8w/s320/4dec0058ba5a.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267071412797204978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SRhlZ6sK7iI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wPiJUIixxr4/s1600-h/3f910911b2db.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SRhlZ6sK7iI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wPiJUIixxr4/s320/3f910911b2db.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267071260135452194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, dessert.  This is what happens when Mommy lets me feed myself chocolate pudding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SRhlaGRZIrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5qCdN1-dElg/s1600-h/538168664f41.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SRhlaGRZIrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5qCdN1-dElg/s320/538168664f41.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267071263244362418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I made a huge mess that time.  But, NONE of it ended up on the floor!  I'll have to do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044806658155156332-5292053925135011655?l=jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5292053925135011655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044806658155156332&amp;postID=5292053925135011655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/5292053925135011655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/5292053925135011655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeding-time.html' title='Feeding Time'/><author><name>Jax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316989053315521686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZXBbyUwmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2p6aeUNU6yM/S220/Picture+518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SRhlZdN85hI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YGC84n4inKM/s72-c/mcds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044806658155156332.post-3378183451268662380</id><published>2008-10-22T14:36:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:30:34.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Punkin Pants</title><content type='html'>All week last week, Mommy kept talking about wanting to take me to the Punkin Pants.  She would ask Daddy a billion times if we were going to the Punkin Pants this weekend and tell me how much fun we would have at the Punkin Pants.  I was starting to wonder if Mommy had gone a little crazy over this whole Punkin Pants thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we finally &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; go to the Punkin Pants this weekend, two of them actually, and it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; pretty fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one we went to was just a small one by Nana's house.  It was just me and Mommy and Nana.  There were so many punkins to look at!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-GbzjysjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QhaQC8xsu08/s320/Picture+686.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260070702046949938" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-GHEYd7cI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pBSzOCN63D0/s320/Picture+674.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260070345785601474" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-GHdLYnnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_qC0G6qlGCo/s320/Picture+676.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260070352441613938" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-GGizX8nI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UtxK3PyWHys/s320/Picture+673.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260070336771650162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that last one is not actually a punkin.  Nana called it a "gooord" or something like that, but I thought it was pretty neat looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I, of course, had to see what one tasted like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-GGduJLLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q_1U9RE683k/s320/Picture+672.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260070335407533234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't very good.  I don't recommend it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that punkin inspection, Mommy said she wanted to take a cute picture of me on the hay bales with all the punkins, but this is what I thought of that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-GHV4WzRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PJ0MG6hHDhs/s320/Picture+682.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260070350482754834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Nana and I went to play on the soccer fields while Mommy chased us with that camera thing like she always does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-Gb7tfsoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8eEk9_BDRU4/s320/Picture+690.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260070704235131522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day, we went to a HUGE Punkin Pants &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Festival&lt;/span&gt;!  There were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; many more punkins and people and things to do!  And, of course, more punkins and goooords to taste!  (They didn't taste very good here either, but I had to try.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-JpgUzpLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sFFv3gg_51o/s1600-h/Picture+693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-JpgUzpLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sFFv3gg_51o/s320/Picture+693.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260074235936875698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even got to ride in a little wagon while Daddy pulled it.  That was so fun, I hope Mommy and Daddy get me my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; wagon soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-Jqv7i7qI/AAAAAAAAAG4/A6CL0z5P7SM/s320/Picture+695.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260074257305759394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started trying some cool, daredevil moves while riding in the wagon and Mommy got nervous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-Jqfjpa8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/qAol3YTFr5I/s1600-h/Picture+694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-Jqfjpa8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/qAol3YTFr5I/s320/Picture+694.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260074252910554050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...so she found one with rails on it so I couldn't do much more than just sit and ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-JbAzQZZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qN4h_N8rnrg/s1600-h/Picture+701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-JbAzQZZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qN4h_N8rnrg/s320/Picture+701.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260073986956486034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The punkin pantses was real fun this weekend, but I think I'm about punkin'd out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-MF7Fy9XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QzkwoTmG3L4/s1600-h/Picture+692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-MF7Fy9XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QzkwoTmG3L4/s320/Picture+692.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260076923181266290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jax&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/6044806658155156332-3378183451268662380?l=jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3378183451268662380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044806658155156332&amp;postID=3378183451268662380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/3378183451268662380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/3378183451268662380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/punkin-pants.html' title='Punkin Pants'/><author><name>Jax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316989053315521686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZXBbyUwmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2p6aeUNU6yM/S220/Picture+518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SP-GbzjysjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QhaQC8xsu08/s72-c/Picture+686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044806658155156332.post-8095278744078399108</id><published>2008-10-19T19:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:06:52.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo x 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got a pretty bad boo-boo the other day when I was leaving daycare. I wanted to go down the 2 steps outside the door all by myself even though Mommy was trying to help me. But, I lost my balance a little bit and fell forward right on my face! Owie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out my battle wounds:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259034632773589250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SPvYIovyWQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VHhWGtL6J2Y/s320/Picture+650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259034640600168178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SPvYJF5ydvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jZjd6Kwmk1E/s320/Picture+653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurt a lot when it happened and it really scared me!  I cried a lot and I think Mommy was a little scared, too.  She didn't like seeing me tumble down those steps!  Don't worry though, I may not look pretty, but I'm doing fine now and still up to my usual antics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259034648505578354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SPvYJjWlc3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/H4ztZPWX2Xc/s320/Picture+660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259034652262991298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SPvYJxWbBcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OXISQ13-dOI/s320/Picture+663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(tough) Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044806658155156332-8095278744078399108?l=jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8095278744078399108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044806658155156332&amp;postID=8095278744078399108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/8095278744078399108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/8095278744078399108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/boo-x-2.html' title='Boo x 2'/><author><name>Jax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316989053315521686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZXBbyUwmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2p6aeUNU6yM/S220/Picture+518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SPvYIovyWQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VHhWGtL6J2Y/s72-c/Picture+650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044806658155156332.post-5342452673636902020</id><published>2008-10-19T19:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:51:41.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood</title><content type='html'>It was a gorgeous day last Saturday. Mommy and Daddy wanted to get out of the house for a little bit that afternoon, so we went to the park down the street from our new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was huge! And there were &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; many kids there. But it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode the little white horsey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259029292372122258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SPvTRyM22pI/AAAAAAAAADo/6xZhLfGUNEs/s320/Picture+633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and on the swings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259029529425307346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SPvTflSvZtI/AAAAAAAAADw/hnJAs6P0Cbc/s320/Picture+636.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and ran around and climbed on anything I could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259030775170354386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SPvUoGDgTNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ypHNc81rwBg/s320/Picture+637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259030774006624050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SPvUoBuDLzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YBos_4rzkP0/s320/Picture+644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259030774918857682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SPvUoFHiw9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lt7wfQ_zWpE/s320/Picture+647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoyed my trip to the park with Mommy and Daddy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259030782315104898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SPvUogq8ioI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lS1bFfMJS-E/s320/Picture+645.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259030780684756242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SPvUoamPZRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-i6mxz4MpZA/s320/Picture+640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...I hope you enjoyed looking at the pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jaxon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044806658155156332-5342452673636902020?l=jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5342452673636902020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044806658155156332&amp;postID=5342452673636902020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/5342452673636902020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/5342452673636902020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-day-in-neighborhood.html' title='Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood'/><author><name>Jax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316989053315521686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZXBbyUwmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2p6aeUNU6yM/S220/Picture+518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SPvTRyM22pI/AAAAAAAAADo/6xZhLfGUNEs/s72-c/Picture+633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044806658155156332.post-1671270768669554036</id><published>2008-10-06T12:18:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:57:46.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>I know, I know... it's been a while since I've posted.  But, we're finally done with the move and things are settling down a bit now.  So, since you are all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; to know what I've been up to, here's the latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in my last post, I went to stay with my Nanny and PawPaw last weekend while Mommy and Daddy were moving all our stuff into the new house (which I LOVE, by the way!).  Nanny and PawPaw took me to my very first football game!  My cousin, Destiny, is a cheerleader (and a darn cute one at that!) and she was cheering at a game last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun.  It was a good thing Mommy packed a green shirt for me, too, since everybody was wearing green.  I got my face painted and got to climb all over the stands (which I'm sure made Nanny really nervous).  PawPaw even took some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpMzYnq2fI/AAAAAAAAACY/1xHewdXIXpM/s1600-h/fb-wave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpMzYnq2fI/AAAAAAAAACY/1xHewdXIXpM/s320/fb-wave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254096360946981362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpNE8cHsCI/AAAAAAAAACg/3Yh9zsMsugw/s1600-h/fb-facepaint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpNE8cHsCI/AAAAAAAAACg/3Yh9zsMsugw/s320/fb-facepaint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254096662619992098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpNajuUSCI/AAAAAAAAACo/6tQefUY-tgs/s1600-h/fb-clapper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpNajuUSCI/AAAAAAAAACo/6tQefUY-tgs/s320/fb-clapper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254097033942550562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpORUXG9oI/AAAAAAAAACw/i4JTMfieCu8/s1600-h/fb-cheer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpORUXG9oI/AAAAAAAAACw/i4JTMfieCu8/s320/fb-cheer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254097974711481986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I make a good cheerleader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was when Nanny shared her SnoCone with me!  Man, that was good.  And it was so cold, which was nice since it was so hot out that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpOqmNF3xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/464D6bqyKIY/s1600-h/fb-snocone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpOqmNF3xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/464D6bqyKIY/s320/fb-snocone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254098408998035218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, is that an unattended SnoCone I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpO3pTfwdI/AAAAAAAAADA/U7V_rZBqD1Y/s1600-h/fb-snoconeun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpO3pTfwdI/AAAAAAAAADA/U7V_rZBqD1Y/s320/fb-snoconeun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254098633168503250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later, when we got back to Nanny &amp;amp; PawPaw's house, I tried this football thing out for myself.  It doesn't seem so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpPxHcLuvI/AAAAAAAAADI/6C1_mGFa_9g/s1600-h/fb-yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpPxHcLuvI/AAAAAAAAADI/6C1_mGFa_9g/s320/fb-yard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254099620510546674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpP-SlufqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GNNcebocf9w/s1600-h/fb-yard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpP-SlufqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GNNcebocf9w/s320/fb-yard2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254099846841663138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpQHUVDJxI/AAAAAAAAADY/7vSkS79Shyo/s1600-h/fb-yard3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpQHUVDJxI/AAAAAAAAADY/7vSkS79Shyo/s320/fb-yard3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254100001927407378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy says I could be the next Tony Romo, who ever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Nanny!   Go long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpQsp71eII/AAAAAAAAADg/d3nl4N7zBxI/s1600-h/fb-nannygolong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpQsp71eII/AAAAAAAAADg/d3nl4N7zBxI/s320/fb-nannygolong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254100643382392962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better go hit the showers and head to the crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044806658155156332-1671270768669554036?l=jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1671270768669554036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044806658155156332&amp;postID=1671270768669554036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/1671270768669554036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/1671270768669554036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>Jax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316989053315521686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZXBbyUwmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2p6aeUNU6yM/S220/Picture+518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SOpMzYnq2fI/AAAAAAAAACY/1xHewdXIXpM/s72-c/fb-wave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044806658155156332.post-8674068110674637019</id><published>2008-09-24T09:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:03:26.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxes</title><content type='html'>I finally found out why Mommy and Daddy have been putting all our stuff in those boxes:  We're moving to a new house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says we'll finally have a yard for me to play in.  I'm excited about that.  But, I'm also a little sad and scared to leave the only home I've ever known.  I think Mommy is a little sad, too, since this is where she and Daddy watched me grow up over the last 15 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all ready for a change though and now I'll have more space to run around and play and Mommy says she won't have to worry about making our downstairs neighbors angry anymore because I make so much noise.  In the new place, I'll be able to stomp around as much as I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we still have a lot to do to get ready for the move.  I've been helping as much as I can.  Just look at what I can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNpViBpqYpI/AAAAAAAAACA/HsdnKDs0tak/s1600-h/72d9f0dddd77.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNpViBpqYpI/AAAAAAAAACA/HsdnKDs0tak/s320/72d9f0dddd77.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249602358700827282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNpV6fvSCkI/AAAAAAAAACI/n2yJIuRRsKM/s1600-h/aa0ab6486c89.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNpV6fvSCkI/AAAAAAAAACI/n2yJIuRRsKM/s320/aa0ab6486c89.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249602779094321730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNpWEZIWbII/AAAAAAAAACQ/I9457BBkDjQ/s1600-h/4622da201115.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNpWEZIWbII/AAAAAAAAACQ/I9457BBkDjQ/s320/4622da201115.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249602949119110274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Mommy says to tell you she apologizes for the bad picture quality, but her camera is already packed up and she had to take these with her phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the best part about this whole thing?  I get to go stay with my Nanny and PawPaw while Mommy and Daddy do all the hard work of moving!  I just LOVE going out there.  Nanny gives me cookies and PawPaw takes me to see the cows and chickens and the horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know that I am so excited about moving to my new house!  Hope you can come visit me when we are all moved in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044806658155156332-8674068110674637019?l=jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8674068110674637019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044806658155156332&amp;postID=8674068110674637019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/8674068110674637019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/8674068110674637019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/2008/09/boxes.html' title='Boxes'/><author><name>Jax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316989053315521686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZXBbyUwmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2p6aeUNU6yM/S220/Picture+518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNpViBpqYpI/AAAAAAAAACA/HsdnKDs0tak/s72-c/72d9f0dddd77.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044806658155156332.post-9171138693143969822</id><published>2008-09-22T09:40:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:36:58.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Sunday was a great day.  I woke up extra early because I knew it would be a good day and I wanted to get started.  Daddy got up with me while Mommy slept in for a little longer.  I really like that time with just Daddy in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mommy got up, we all played in the house for a little bit before I had some oatmeal for breakfast.  Then, I took a little late morning nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I woke up, we all got dressed and went to our favorite place for lunch:  Norma's Cafe.  It's a really cool place and the food is so good.  Mommy says it's a 50's style diner, but I have no idea what that means.  Every time we go, there's always people coming over to our table just to see me and tell me how cute I am.  Like I don't already know that!  I love all the attention though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNe1Pk8Z05I/AAAAAAAAABI/-fUCRq8LlAw/s1600-h/7334c6fcb212.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNe1Pk8Z05I/AAAAAAAAABI/-fUCRq8LlAw/s320/7334c6fcb212.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248863169943294866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice lady who sat us at our table gave me a big piece of paper and some sticks to play with.  The sticks are all different colors and Mommy called them "crayons."  Daddy showed me how to put them on the paper and make colored lines, but I was hungry and tried to eat one.  It didn't taste very good though and Daddy took them away from me after I took a bite of the blue one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNe1ZOpbSyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Mjr67N1TlwI/s1600-h/033836f51d77.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNe1ZOpbSyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Mjr67N1TlwI/s320/033836f51d77.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248863335756811042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNe1hmZFDEI/AAAAAAAAABY/lDobh9DDy0U/s1600-h/067664bfe17c.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNe1hmZFDEI/AAAAAAAAABY/lDobh9DDy0U/s320/067664bfe17c.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248863479569648706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had chicken fingers and french fries with ketchup for lunch.  I love ketchup.  I'd put it on everything if Mommy let me.  In fact, I love ketchup so much, I think that's mostly what I ate for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a big mess while I was eating, so we had to go back home so Mommy could change my clothes.  When we were done at the house, we got back in the car to go to my cousin's house.  They were having another birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNe3VfHCnHI/AAAAAAAAABo/0B8F3v50UIY/s1600-h/ae26e2b9ff3d.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNe3VfHCnHI/AAAAAAAAABo/0B8F3v50UIY/s320/ae26e2b9ff3d.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248865470479768690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNe3JOq-QWI/AAAAAAAAABg/8CL7l7Loe34/s1600-h/3d6fa6db773a.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNe3JOq-QWI/AAAAAAAAABg/8CL7l7Loe34/s320/3d6fa6db773a.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248865259908645218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Trey, is 2 years old now.  He's older than me, but only by 10 months.  I'm almost as big as him!  Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun running around with the kids and Trey even let me play with some of his toys.  He's so nice and I have fun playing with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNe3-ylI4eI/AAAAAAAAABw/eOYmTgCtf1c/s1600-h/311d5deb6bd4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNe3-ylI4eI/AAAAAAAAABw/eOYmTgCtf1c/s320/311d5deb6bd4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248866180080919010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know what else?  We had MORE cake and ice cream at Trey's party! I can't believe it!  Cake and ice cream 2 days in a row! I just love cake and ice cream and Mommy is so nice to share with me.  Daddy didn't want any though.  He said we needed to go home and "pack" some more.  That must be what they are doing with all of those brown boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we left and I fell asleep in the car again on the way home.  When we got home, Mommy and Daddy started "packing" while I tried to help.  But, Daddy said taking things out of the boxes was not helping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while, Mommy got my dinner ready and I ate some pasta and chicken and peas.  I wasn't really hungry since I had too much cake at the party, so I just threw my food on the floor and banged on my high chair tray.  By this time, I was getting pretty sleepy again.  Mommy took me to the bath and I got cleaned up and ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day and a good weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044806658155156332-9171138693143969822?l=jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9171138693143969822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044806658155156332&amp;postID=9171138693143969822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/9171138693143969822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/9171138693143969822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/2008/09/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Jax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316989053315521686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZXBbyUwmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2p6aeUNU6yM/S220/Picture+518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNe1Pk8Z05I/AAAAAAAAABI/-fUCRq8LlAw/s72-c/7334c6fcb212.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044806658155156332.post-2506879827717487318</id><published>2008-09-21T09:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:39:07.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a busy day. I spent most of the morning playing in the living room while Mommy and Daddy put all our stuff in big brown boxes. The boxes are fun to climb on! I think they are doing this to make things more fun for me. Either that, or they are tired of me pulling all of those movie things off the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a yummy breakfast of blueberry waffles, I was feeling pretty sleepy, so Mommy took me in my room and rocked me in the big chair until I fell asleep. I was so tired! Running around the living room like a crazy person (is there any other way?) really takes it out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up 2 hours later, Daddy came and got me up out of the crib (which I haven't figured out how to get out of myself yet, but I'm working on it). Then Daddy had to go bye-bye, so I hung out in Mommy and Daddy's room with Mommy. She turned some music on while she was smearing stuff on her face and we danced around for a little while. That was fun, I love dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mommy was done looking at herself in the mirror, she took me back to my room and helped me pick out some clothes to wear and get dressed. Then we got in the car and Mommy drove us to the big store. I like going to the store, there's always so much to look at and try to grab. Mommy picked out some toys and some big, colorful bags and gave me some raisins to eat while she was shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were leaving the big store, I saw something I've never seen before! It was a big group of people all dressed in white. They were all lined up and walking through the parking lot playing on some things Mommy called "instruments." Some of them were gold and shiny and some were black and small. The ones I liked the best were round and the people who had those were banging on them. That looked like a lot of fun and it sounded really cool. I was dancing in my seat at the front of the cart while Mommy pushed us to the car. Anyway, Mommy called the people a "marching band" and gave one of them some money from her purse when he asked her for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back home and Mommy gave me some carrots and chicken and macaroni with cheese for lunch. I ate all the macaroni and some of the carrots, but I didn't like the chicken. Mommy frowned at me for not eating the chicken. While I was sitting there, refusing to eat my chicken, Daddy came home! I used that as a distraction to get out of finishing my lunch and reached for Daddy to come pick me up. He's a total sucker and I knew he'd go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the next few hours playing again while Mommy and Daddy kept pulling stuff off the shelves and putting it all in the boxes. Then, Mommy said it was time to "get ready for the party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put one of those toys we got at the store earlier into one of the big, colorful bags and changed me into some cleaner clothes. Then we told Daddy bye-bye and got in Mommy's car. We drove for a long time. I was starting to get restless and really wanted to get out of my car seat. I let Mommy know this, too, but she didn't listen. She just kept saying, "It's okay." and "We're almost there." But, she never got me out of that stupid seat until the car stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into a house where there was a party going on! There were balloons and streamers and a bunch of kids running around! We went to the back of the house and there was a swing and a slide! Oh, I LOVED the slide! I needed Mommy's help to go up and down the slide, but it was so much fun!! I could've done that all day long, but Mommy didn't want to. She wanted to eat a hot dog and she let me have some of it. Then, everybody stood around the table and there was a pink cake with candles on it in front of a girl. She was bigger than me, but smaller then Mommy. Everybody sang to the little girl and then she blew on the candles and they went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we got to eat the cake and even ice cream, too! Mommy shared her piece with me. It was good! I tried to grab some for myself, because Mommy was taking too long and was eating most of it for herself, but she pushed it out of the way before I could get very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone was done with their cake, we went inside to watch the girl open her presents. She had a lot and I was tired of Mommy trying to make me sit still in her lap and just watch. I wanted to run around and help the girl tear up the pretty pink paper. So, Mommy decided it was time to go bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got in the car and started moving, I got sleepy again and I passed out. When I woke up, we were home again and went upstairs to see Daddy. I'm always so happy to see him. Mommy usually is, too. This time she was and I heard her tell Daddy that it was hard chasing after me all by herself at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got home, it was pretty late. Since I had already eaten dinner at the party, Daddy gave me some oranges (which I really like) and some milk. When I was done with that, it was time for my most FAVORITE part of the day: BATH TIME!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248492169643380018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZj0hIDTTI/AAAAAAAAABA/mMgEikN-scw/s320/Picture+620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248491578826625714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZjSIKXErI/AAAAAAAAAAw/D8_R600uUcg/s320/Picture+616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248491912834309346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZjlkb_3OI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1tuOFy-QSeo/s320/Picture+614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like taking a bath. I like to splash and play with my crab and turtle and duck. The only thing I don't really like about bath time is when Mommy puts the soapy stuff on me and pours water on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my bath, I was so, so tired. I had done so much and I was just plain, worn out! Mommy and Daddy helped me get ready for bed. We brushed my teeth and hair and put my jammies on. Then Daddy hugged and kissed me and sat me down in Mommy's lap. Mommy read me my favorite bed time story, The Going to Bed Book, and I helped her turn the pages. But, before she was even done, I was rubbing my eyes and was ready to get in bed and call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew...that was a lot. I'm tired again just writing all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day though. Can't wait to see what the next brings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jax&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/6044806658155156332-2506879827717487318?l=jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2506879827717487318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044806658155156332&amp;postID=2506879827717487318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/2506879827717487318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/2506879827717487318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/2008/09/day.html' title='A Day in the Life'/><author><name>Jax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316989053315521686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZXBbyUwmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2p6aeUNU6yM/S220/Picture+518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZj0hIDTTI/AAAAAAAAABA/mMgEikN-scw/s72-c/Picture+620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044806658155156332.post-8317372552836369779</id><published>2008-09-20T09:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:57:47.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings!</title><content type='html'>After 14 months of first blearily staring at this contraption, then curiously watching Mommy and Daddy plunk away at it, then punching away myself at this neat board with all the buttons on it, I've finally mastered this thing enough to create a blog.  C'mon, it's so easy even a... well, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you'd like to keep up with all the fun, exciting things I do, keep checking back for new posts.  Right now, I need a new diaper and a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:yawn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044806658155156332-8317372552836369779?l=jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8317372552836369779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044806658155156332&amp;postID=8317372552836369779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/8317372552836369779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044806658155156332/posts/default/8317372552836369779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jax-in-the-blog.blogspot.com/2008/09/greetings.html' title='Greetings!'/><author><name>Jax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06316989053315521686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-tp6Pz2S3Q/SNZXBbyUwmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2p6aeUNU6yM/S220/Picture+518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
