<?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-8032530021896363178</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:07:03.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jen's Jabber</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Logan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11442525819423158525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVFXflDZDhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-ATwO389M_c/S220/Logan+%26+a+zebra'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032530021896363178.post-6394194565861521374</id><published>2009-07-03T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:47:21.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sky is falling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven't updated in a while because I haven't had the heart to do so.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sk4VwLkl87I/AAAAAAAAAFo/LEGfK5Zjjx4/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354240924474274738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sk4VwLkl87I/AAAAAAAAAFo/LEGfK5Zjjx4/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In mid-April, Mark and I began discussing the possibilities of a separation.  At first it was difficult to believe.  I mean, we've been together for 10 years and have a child together.  I can't imagine what life will bring without him.  One thing is certain (and that we can both agee) is that we definitely need a change.  I have been really isolated here in San Antonio.  Since I worked from home, I didn't have very much exposure to the outside world.  Mark works opposite shifts, so we have not been able to socialize very often.  I have absolutely no family here, so it has been a very lonely existence.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sk4VwT5uZ1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/uvJHtk9LzWg/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354240926710392658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sk4VwT5uZ1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/uvJHtk9LzWg/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Atlanta on vacation with this weighing heavily on my mind.  &lt;div&gt;I wasn't sure what to say or even whether to broach the subject with my family.  After all, if we were able to work everything out, I didn't want my family's opinion of Mark to be colored by challenges that we were able to overcome.  He is a wonderful guy.  I never want him to feel less than welcome with my family.  As it turned out, while I was there, the other shoe fell.  I found out that I was soon to be without a job.  This forced action.  Stay in San Antonio, working full time, coming home to an empty house?  Move to Atlanta, work full time, but have family and friends for support and interaction?  I have been working towards getting myself re-located to Atlanta.  I have taken 4 very challenging exams in the hopes of securing a teaching position on a provisional certification.  I have applied for several positions without any bites, yet.  I am so very sad right now.  My last day working was June 30.  July 1, I was itching to log on to the home office computer to get my work done, and finally ended up leaving the house so I could get it off my mind.  It's just as well, since my former employer called while I was out to ask me questions about where things were saved on the server.  I wasn't home to take the call.  I am confident that with time and distance these fellings will pass.  I am now having to get motivated to pack.  Sorting through and separating our stuff is so difficult.  I have to make decisions not only on what I need, but also what I am willing to leave behind forever, in case Mark decides not to join me.  Change is painful and difficult, but I think that in the end things are going to work out for the best, whatever the best may be.  Watch this space, there are giong to be alot of updates coming....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sk4VwT5uZ1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/uvJHtk9LzWg/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8032530021896363178-6394194565861521374?l=jabberjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6394194565861521374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2009/07/sky-is-falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/6394194565861521374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/6394194565861521374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2009/07/sky-is-falling.html' title='The sky is falling...'/><author><name>Logan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11442525819423158525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVFXflDZDhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-ATwO389M_c/S220/Logan+%26+a+zebra'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sk4VwLkl87I/AAAAAAAAAFo/LEGfK5Zjjx4/s72-c/IMG_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032530021896363178.post-3655725765417391090</id><published>2009-04-07T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:14:24.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the whirlwind trip to OKC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SdwR-g5ISxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ooCmRTbnVzI/s1600-h/Grandma+snuggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322148625324198674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SdwR-g5ISxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ooCmRTbnVzI/s320/Grandma+snuggles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Logan and I drove up to Oklahoma City to visit my mom last weekend.  Since it was a quick turn around, we packed every possible minute with activity.  Samantha and Alex came over for breakfast on Saturday.  Alex, of course brought Vivian.  It was really cool to see the interaction between Vivian and Logan.  What one wanted, so did the other, so Mom ended up with both on her lap.  Logan was uncharacteristically snuggly.  Please note that both babies were holding their blankets.  Mom must have been roasting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SdwR-4VVJaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MBP0sE1n-S0/s1600-h/SitNSpins+used+to+be+bigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322148631616497058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SdwR-4VVJaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MBP0sE1n-S0/s320/SitNSpins+used+to+be+bigger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom bought the grandkids presents.  Logan got a musical cookie jar/shape sorter.  Would you like to hear one of the cookie hape songs?  Funny, I can hear them even when the toy is put away--thanks Mom!  The real hit of the party was the SitNSpin that Mom got for Vivian.  In addition to the two little ones, all of the big kids tried it, too.  I think that they used to make SitNSpins larger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SdwR-ra2IRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6rG5Aswpe2Q/s1600-h/hangin+at+WalMart+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322148628149969170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SdwR-ra2IRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6rG5Aswpe2Q/s320/hangin+at+WalMart+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Mom and I usually end up shopping when we get together, both fun and mundane.  It's funny how that way.  Logan likes shopping.  He gets to look at new things and complete strangers come up to tell him how cute he is!  He always seems to have something to say these days!  The trip to WalMart was the last stop on a very long day of visiting and shopping, so I am very fortunate to have a mostly happy boy!  We went up to see my friend Heather and her new baby who was born in December.  I don't remember Logan being so squishy.  She was very sweet and smiled alot.  Logan busied himself by rearranging her Easter decorations.  I hope we get invited back!  We then rushed down to pick up some things that I had left at the company house.  The to Kohl's, where they were having a great sale--I scored a really cute sweater for $6!!  Finally, WalMart for household cleaning stuff.  All this after brunch with the Sibs.  Logan was asleep 15 minutes after we got home--only awake long enough to eat dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SdwR-5WkqEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/eXJQEZ3jok8/s1600-h/Logan+%26+Viv+shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322148631890143298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SdwR-5WkqEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/eXJQEZ3jok8/s320/Logan+%26+Viv+shopping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning, before we hit the road, we went to Outdoor World so Shauna could pick up a chair and mom could work on her camping supply list for their trip to the Grand Canyon.  I went along for the ride just because  I like to shop, even if I am not planning to purchase anything.  Logan and Vivian also enjoyed their trip to the store.  It was blustery and chilly, so I could not resist a really cute red sweater that was half-priced.  The good news is that it is a classic style that will still be in style next year during the 2 weeks that pass for winter in San Antonio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SdwR-9hFlrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zOEsq93N1hE/s1600-h/Logan+tries+on+a+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322148633007986354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SdwR-9hFlrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zOEsq93N1hE/s320/Logan+tries+on+a+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we had to hit the road immediately following the trip to Outdoor World.  At least the trip that took 9 1/2 hours up only took 8 hours back.  Note to self--avoid Dallas at rush hour at ALL COSTS!  We will return for sure, but I think that we will have to plan it when we can spend just a little bit more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8032530021896363178-3655725765417391090?l=jabberjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3655725765417391090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2009/04/whirlwind-trip-to-okc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/3655725765417391090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/3655725765417391090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2009/04/whirlwind-trip-to-okc.html' title='the whirlwind trip to OKC'/><author><name>Logan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11442525819423158525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVFXflDZDhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-ATwO389M_c/S220/Logan+%26+a+zebra'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SdwR-g5ISxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ooCmRTbnVzI/s72-c/Grandma+snuggles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032530021896363178.post-995413265967094201</id><published>2009-03-16T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:43:57.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he walks (well, he runs, actually)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sb7M4v1F4VI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wg1NtVhuVNo/s1600-h/DSCF0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313909885627654482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sb7M4v1F4VI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wg1NtVhuVNo/s320/DSCF0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan began walking a couple of weeks ago. As you can imagine, almost all of the pictures that I have tried to take are blurry. Let's be honest..most of the pictures that we tried to take of him before he started walking were blurry! He now zips around the house, collecting treasure and hiding it everywhere. Trouble is, he won't answer me when I ask him where he has put things (like the remote). He doesn't respond to water torture, as he rather enjoys the water and will do anything to prolong his aqueous adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sb7M5WpjPzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9f1xpmM9hI0/s1600-h/DSCF0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313909896048230194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sb7M5WpjPzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9f1xpmM9hI0/s320/DSCF0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sb7M5WpjPzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9f1xpmM9hI0/s1600-h/DSCF0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of his favorite activities is taking his toys for walks/runs around the house. We have to now watch our step when we walk into a room where he ahs been, as he tends to set up booby traps. You should hear him giggle when one of us windmills our arms to avoid falling. OK, I'm not sure where he gets that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sb7S6-l98eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1j8VaVABiUY/s1600-h/DSCF0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313916521020256738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sb7S6-l98eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1j8VaVABiUY/s320/DSCF0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has also gotten very good at crawling under things to retreive objects that have fallen. Now he has exponentially increased the number of places where he can hide his booty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sb7TsMQfKNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RUCSGvA2ems/s1600-h/DSCF0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313917366501845202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sb7TsMQfKNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RUCSGvA2ems/s320/DSCF0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In response, I have begun excercising to increase my fitness level and stamina. I run, usually, up to 3 miles. I have been considering a triethlon. I now have these funny shoes, we'll see if they help. I got them at Ross for a very good price--they are supposed to be specially-made for running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sb7UN-nWtwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uMjpgGF8gL0/s1600-h/DSCF0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313917946955216642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sb7UN-nWtwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uMjpgGF8gL0/s320/DSCF0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got a one-piece bathing suit (which I will not demonstrate just yet) and some funny goggles. Since I wear contacts, I haven't done any serious swimming in years. Yesterday, I swam 150 meters and ran 2 miles. I can tell you right now--if I do sign up for a triethlon, I have a LONG way to go! By the way, I wonder if it is advisable to actually &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; a bicycle before signing up??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if these don't work, I can always put them on to scare intruders!!! If they happen to fall down laughing, at least they will be within reach so that I can kick them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sb7M49FVUWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zGZp_HcgqPE/s1600-h/DSCF0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sb7M49FVUWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zGZp_HcgqPE/s1600-h/DSCF0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8032530021896363178-995413265967094201?l=jabberjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/feeds/995413265967094201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-walks-well-he-runs-actually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/995413265967094201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/995413265967094201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-walks-well-he-runs-actually.html' title='he walks (well, he runs, actually)'/><author><name>Logan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11442525819423158525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVFXflDZDhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-ATwO389M_c/S220/Logan+%26+a+zebra'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/Sb7M4v1F4VI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wg1NtVhuVNo/s72-c/DSCF0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032530021896363178.post-6634586730559913093</id><published>2009-02-09T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:11:01.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and a birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZEHwLMP9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tD03jMOviJc/s1600-h/s41427cb111296_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301026760611067202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZEHwLMP9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tD03jMOviJc/s320/s41427cb111296_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Logan's first birthday, we took him and got some professional portraits done. When he is at home giggling and playing I am apparently not allowed to bring out the camers. Logan turns into the "Very Serious Boy." Somehow, the photographer managed several poses with smiles. As you can probably guess, I ended up ordering several poses with smiles! This is one of my favorites, since this is what he does to all stuffed animals within reach. See how cuddly he is?? (now is your opportunity to coo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZEHvyLFboI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AZZGzKkFi6c/s1600-h/DSCF0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301026753895296642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZEHvyLFboI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AZZGzKkFi6c/s320/DSCF0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day, we let him eat cake! It started rather delicately. He dipped a finger here and swirled some frosting there. But once he discovered that the fugurines could be removed from the cake--the game was on! He used his figurines as tools to scoop up more and more frosting! The glob at the right side of the picture is actually a Fisher Price Little People Farmer! Pretty amazing, huh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZEHwKDsczI/AAAAAAAAADY/xLvaCnFBhn8/s1600-h/DSCF0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301026760306750258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZEHwKDsczI/AAAAAAAAADY/xLvaCnFBhn8/s320/DSCF0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember that sweet, cuddly, precious child who loves stuffed &lt;div&gt;animals? His evil twin appears when the cake is taken away!! In fact, this is the twin that appears when the Little Prince is told that he can't have exactly what he wants at exactly the instant that he wants it. We're working on that. Fortunately, Rosemary doesn't drop her baby off very often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZEHwKDsczI/AAAAAAAAADY/xLvaCnFBhn8/s1600-h/DSCF0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZEHwKDsczI/AAAAAAAAADY/xLvaCnFBhn8/s1600-h/DSCF0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZEHwKDsczI/AAAAAAAAADY/xLvaCnFBhn8/s1600-h/DSCF0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8032530021896363178-6634586730559913093?l=jabberjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6634586730559913093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/6634586730559913093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/6634586730559913093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-birthday.html' title='and a birthday...'/><author><name>Logan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11442525819423158525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVFXflDZDhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-ATwO389M_c/S220/Logan+%26+a+zebra'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZEHwLMP9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tD03jMOviJc/s72-c/s41427cb111296_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032530021896363178.post-8401874858200444062</id><published>2009-02-09T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:46:26.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January brought us lots of visitors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZDAE-KZJJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3p0EGzo_TYM/s1600-h/DSCF0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300947953053672594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZDAE-KZJJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3p0EGzo_TYM/s320/DSCF0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mid-January saw two of our very favorite people passing through San Antonio. Marie and Ronnie went on a cruise that ported in Galveston. Before they went back to Idaho, they stopped in for a few days. We were so very happy to see them and spend time with them and their visit passed &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZDBEvNN9gI/AAAAAAAAADA/OpdFsWfuFT8/s1600-h/DSCF0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300949048550618626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZDBEvNN9gI/AAAAAAAAADA/OpdFsWfuFT8/s320/DSCF0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so very fast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course we went to the Alamo and the River Walk. We really enjoyed it and had great weather, if it was a little cool (it was still a darn sight warmer than it was in Idaho!). Hopefully, they will return soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZEFnBoc3FI/AAAAAAAAADI/Vd6-B5JY24o/s1600-h/Logan+at+the+end+of+the+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301024404402920530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZEFnBoc3FI/AAAAAAAAADI/Vd6-B5JY24o/s320/Logan+at+the+end+of+the+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weekend following Marie and Ronnie's visit, my mother came to visit. Get this--she brought her knitting! As if Logan would allow her to hold something so colorful and fun and not share! Her trip wasn't nearly long enough, but we squeezed in alot of stuff!  Logan was dragged to the Mission San Jose and to eat puffy tacos.  We lugged him to the Alamo and had lunch at the Riverwalk.  He was pretty wiped out by the time her visit was over--we lost count of how many people asked us if we realized that he had thrown a shoe!  (yes, we realized it, yes, we caught the shoe, no we didn't think it was that important to put the shoe back on!)&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/8032530021896363178-8401874858200444062?l=jabberjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8401874858200444062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2009/02/january-brought-us-lots-of-visitors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/8401874858200444062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/8401874858200444062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2009/02/january-brought-us-lots-of-visitors.html' title='January brought us lots of visitors...'/><author><name>Logan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11442525819423158525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVFXflDZDhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-ATwO389M_c/S220/Logan+%26+a+zebra'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SZDAE-KZJJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3p0EGzo_TYM/s72-c/DSCF0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032530021896363178.post-2692855045273320973</id><published>2009-01-06T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:29:00.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visit, Part 3 -- hanging out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SWQ5zAMSqUI/AAAAAAAAACw/osCGQCde4NU/s1600-h/100_0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288415410827471170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SWQ5zAMSqUI/AAAAAAAAACw/osCGQCde4NU/s320/100_0998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan does not sit well for "posed" pictures.  At least in this family picture, we all look happy, if not focused!  For those of you who have never tried to pose a family picture with an 11 month old baby (or for those who have forgotten) cruise over to my Flickr gallery to see the progression from bad to worse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To his credit, Bonnie, Dad, Logan and I had spent the day at the zoo and then lunch at Red Robin.  He hadn't had a nap and he was still the mostly happy baby that I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SWQ5y0HzLNI/AAAAAAAAACo/CXUYysjMfjQ/s1600-h/100_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288415407587405010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SWQ5y0HzLNI/AAAAAAAAACo/CXUYysjMfjQ/s320/100_0994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here his fatigue is evident.  I didn't realize it, but I got sunburned!  I still can't get used to the weather here.  Just 4 days after Christmas, the high was in the high 70's and sunny!  We had a really good time, though.  It was breezy and warm.  The morning started off cool (high 50's).  Logan had his first taste of hot dog--he approves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SWQ5ygmbAOI/AAAAAAAAACg/-UT8ptJuXa4/s1600-h/100_0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288415402347135202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SWQ5ygmbAOI/AAAAAAAAACg/-UT8ptJuXa4/s320/100_0960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you can catch him unawares, he is much happier.  Here, we were hanging out in the kitchen eating pizza (which he loves, by the way).  Please notice how he sits with his foot up on the platform of his high chair.  I swear that child is a teenager in training!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent alot of time in the kitchen playing cards.  We played alot of Phase 10, where Dad was pleased to be able to anhiliate me frequently.  On the last night of their stay, we determined that it was the chair because I stole his seat and wiped the table with him!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SWQ5x_GUMZI/AAAAAAAAACY/J5xoocouWRw/s1600-h/100_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288415393354101138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SWQ5x_GUMZI/AAAAAAAAACY/J5xoocouWRw/s320/100_0954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we tried again to take a good picture of him with Mark.  This is as good as it got!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SWQ5xrrxwdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2-DRElNCPnQ/s1600-h/100_0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288415388142518738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SWQ5xrrxwdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2-DRElNCPnQ/s320/100_0945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we don't stop aiming that blasted camera at him, he's going to take his lion and leave!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonnie and Dad have gone and they are missed.  We are looking forward to their return in July!  Logan will be 18 months and I will be, um...well--&lt;em&gt;older&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;40&lt;/span&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/8032530021896363178-2692855045273320973?l=jabberjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2692855045273320973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/visit-part-3-hanging-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/2692855045273320973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/2692855045273320973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/visit-part-3-hanging-out.html' title='The Visit, Part 3 -- hanging out'/><author><name>Logan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11442525819423158525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVFXflDZDhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-ATwO389M_c/S220/Logan+%26+a+zebra'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SWQ5zAMSqUI/AAAAAAAAACw/osCGQCde4NU/s72-c/100_0998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032530021896363178.post-9110891560318133617</id><published>2009-01-01T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:04:38.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visit, Part 2 -- Sea World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SV2PwbTlflI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sF_7yKr4xWg/s1600-h/100_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286539599729229394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SV2PwbTlflI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sF_7yKr4xWg/s320/100_0908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The day after Christmas, we all went to Sea World to see the Miracle of Christmas protrayed by &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SV2Om-IqvwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/iA-tHhCkNxI/s1600-h/100_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shamu. There were alot of people there, but not so many that we weren't able to sit at all the shows. We got there early enough to be able to see them all. The weather was perfect! I got Dad on what he saya is the last roller coaster ride of his life. Thankfully, we didn't wait in line at all. We walked up and got directly on the ride. Otherwise, he may have changed his mind before he got on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SV2RQLxae1I/AAAAAAAAACA/67DdEsAYqsI/s1600-h/100_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286541244826811218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SV2RQLxae1I/AAAAAAAAACA/67DdEsAYqsI/s320/100_0893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Logan's favorite is the aquarium. He really loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to watch the fish. Mark's favorite was the beluga/white sided dolphin show because there is so much to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SV2OntbgawI/AAAAAAAAABg/oMlQz05gaR0/s1600-h/100_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286538350463838978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SV2OntbgawI/AAAAAAAAABg/oMlQz05gaR0/s320/100_0886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite is petting and feeding the dolphins. They are always fun to see. Logan used to like the dolphins, too, but this time some were feeling frisky and they splashed us. Now he thinks that dolphins suck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SV2R9iOK0eI/AAAAAAAAACI/y3S77fsGkJ4/s1600-h/100_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286542023947112930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SV2R9iOK0eI/AAAAAAAAACI/y3S77fsGkJ4/s320/100_0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we were on the move from early in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day, Logan didn't get his usual naps in. By 4:00 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or so, he was worn out! Of course, being King of the Power Nap, he was up and refreshed after about 10 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8032530021896363178-9110891560318133617?l=jabberjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/feeds/9110891560318133617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/visit-part-2-sea-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/9110891560318133617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/9110891560318133617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/visit-part-2-sea-world.html' title='The Visit, Part 2 -- Sea World'/><author><name>Logan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11442525819423158525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVFXflDZDhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-ATwO389M_c/S220/Logan+%26+a+zebra'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SV2PwbTlflI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sF_7yKr4xWg/s72-c/100_0908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032530021896363178.post-4381924761636104078</id><published>2008-12-30T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:48:45.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visit, Part 1 -- Christmas Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVrqRE80y1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/SC8c-R44vKc/s1600-h/100_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285794691780234066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVrqRE80y1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/SC8c-R44vKc/s320/100_0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to hold all the presents until after Logan went to bed on Christmas Eve. In part, this made it really festive and anticipatory. Santa and the elves came in the night and left behind a beautiful tableau of goodies. In reality, I hadn't finished wrapping, Mark hadn't begun and Bonnie and Dad had to unpack their gifts. Nevertheless, if we had placed the packages under the tree there would have been a race betwen Logan and Layla for tearing them to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVrqSGKq8vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_zQuiKZif7c/s1600-h/100_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285794709286613746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVrqSGKq8vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_zQuiKZif7c/s320/100_0841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We waited until everyone was downstairs before we took Logan down to see what had arrived in the night. It was so much fun to watch him explore. Logan has a surprising ability to focus. Because of this focus, he would play with one gift at a time for a really long time. He got upset when he was interrupted. Consequently, we were unwrapping presents all day. We opened for a while. We ate breakfast. We opened for a little while longer. We took a nap. We opened our stockings. We played with our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVrqRkHe8NI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LZl6UK6YT4M/s1600-h/100_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285794700146438354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVrqRkHe8NI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LZl6UK6YT4M/s320/100_0838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His first gift (and I think his favorite)is a lion that he can walk behind or ride. He took it for a walk all aound the downstairs. He then took his See 'N Say and his Leap Frog Laptop for walks around&lt;br /&gt;the downstairs. That seems to be his patern...examine his toy. Taste the toy. Bang the toy. Take the toy for a walk. If it performs as expected, it is a good Toy and can become part of the group. If it doesn't, he has no use for it and it is placed to the side. Yes, this means that the swing and jumpers are currently out of fashion. While he can still touch and taste these items, he cannot take them for walks around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVrqUVVWBJI/AAAAAAAAABI/QJphRz3NRHI/s1600-h/100_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285794747717649554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVrqUVVWBJI/AAAAAAAAABI/QJphRz3NRHI/s320/100_0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVrqUEbPP0I/AAAAAAAAABA/CyH0LCBOFmY/s1600-h/100_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285794743178968898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVrqUEbPP0I/AAAAAAAAABA/CyH0LCBOFmY/s320/100_0845.JPG" 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/8032530021896363178-4381924761636104078?l=jabberjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4381924761636104078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/visit-part-1-christmas-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/4381924761636104078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/4381924761636104078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/visit-part-1-christmas-day.html' title='The Visit, Part 1 -- Christmas Day!'/><author><name>Logan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11442525819423158525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVFXflDZDhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-ATwO389M_c/S220/Logan+%26+a+zebra'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVrqRE80y1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/SC8c-R44vKc/s72-c/100_0828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032530021896363178.post-593882703604229256</id><published>2008-12-24T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:14:17.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve!!!</title><content type='html'>OK, Christmas Eve has finally arrived.  My parents got here yesterday with no problems.  This morning, while I worked, Bonnie decorated my Christmas tree, while Dad watched and Logan stole ornaments and ran squealing from the room!  He was having such a good time.  There were several times that he had 4 or 5 ornaments in his hands (with the assistance of the tray on his walker).  He is busy, busy, busy!  It's a good thing that I didn't try to put anything under the tree early.  I'm pretty sure that he would have destroyed the packages at every opportunity.  Bonnie and I spent the afternoon shopping and made it to every location on our list and got everything on our list without a moment to spare-we actually closed WalMart.  As soon as Logan went to bed, we began the wrapping marathon.  I am so greatful that she is helping.  I didn't realize how much there was until I started pulling things out!  Almost everything is now under the tree and it is beautiful.  I can't wait to see what Logan does when he sees it!  He has been stealing the paper and bows already.  I'll take pictures and figure out how to post them on this thing as soon as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8032530021896363178-593882703604229256?l=jabberjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/feeds/593882703604229256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/593882703604229256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/593882703604229256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve!!!'/><author><name>Logan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11442525819423158525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVFXflDZDhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-ATwO389M_c/S220/Logan+%26+a+zebra'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032530021896363178.post-1167452634332458531</id><published>2008-12-23T13:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:36:30.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first post ever!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I hope that nobody is expecting lucid, well thought out postings from me.  I thought that this was probably the best way to keep extended family and distant friends up to date with what's happening in my life.  Because of my sometimes hectic schedule, most posts will likely be quick and somewhat nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my Dad and Stepmom are arriving to share Christmas with me, Mark and, of course, Logan.  I am super excited even though I am still not ready.  I have reached the conclusion that I will not get all of the decorating done and I will still have piles of cluter in different places in my house.  Maybe it will be a Christmas present for them to occupy the baby while I deal with the clutter--like I'm giong to want to do that while they are here!  Oh well.  Things are clean, if not tidy.  It will probably do me some good to admit that I don't have control over all aspects of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are peeping in to see what I am up to, welcome.  I hope to have entertaining things to add often enough to make you want to come back.  Be patient, this post, like my life, is a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, 2008.  I am looking forward to 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8032530021896363178-1167452634332458531?l=jabberjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1167452634332458531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-post-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/1167452634332458531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8032530021896363178/posts/default/1167452634332458531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jabberjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-post-ever.html' title='first post ever!!!'/><author><name>Logan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11442525819423158525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu_VX70n6NY/SVFXflDZDhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-ATwO389M_c/S220/Logan+%26+a+zebra'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
