<?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-8681160982743759903</id><updated>2012-02-01T03:28:09.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enchanted Forest's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-5747773924847342882</id><published>2009-07-30T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:58:21.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedona and stuff</title><content type='html'>I love this place. Here's some pics from a little hike we went on. We are at the beginning of a Canyon hike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0jS2LVltI/AAAAAAAABng/_LaKyUfDUC8/s1600-h/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0jS2LVltI/AAAAAAAABng/_LaKyUfDUC8/s320/IMG_0736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362981537955813074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0jSfNZlAI/AAAAAAAABnY/7t4wqb6zvfo/s1600-h/IMG_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0jSfNZlAI/AAAAAAAABnY/7t4wqb6zvfo/s320/IMG_0735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362981531790447618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0h4jM2ISI/AAAAAAAABnQ/bKFm4JOQbQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0h4jM2ISI/AAAAAAAABnQ/bKFm4JOQbQ0/s320/IMG_0734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362979986673639714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0h4apoBaI/AAAAAAAABnI/JdTPelQIVxU/s1600-h/IMG_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0h4apoBaI/AAAAAAAABnI/JdTPelQIVxU/s320/IMG_0730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362979984378430882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0h38KC5HI/AAAAAAAABnA/alxP00R30j4/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0h38KC5HI/AAAAAAAABnA/alxP00R30j4/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362979976192910450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0h3k5eHYI/AAAAAAAABm4/s5_IMW1hnwM/s1600-h/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0h3k5eHYI/AAAAAAAABm4/s5_IMW1hnwM/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362979969949375874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad turned the backyard slide into and water/slip and slide. The kids LOVE it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0h3THZnHI/AAAAAAAABmw/dbFbtWr2_ME/s1600-h/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0h3THZnHI/AAAAAAAABmw/dbFbtWr2_ME/s320/IMG_0714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362979965175962738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-5747773924847342882?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5747773924847342882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=5747773924847342882' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5747773924847342882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5747773924847342882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/sedona-and-stuff.html' title='Sedona and stuff'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0jS2LVltI/AAAAAAAABng/_LaKyUfDUC8/s72-c/IMG_0736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-6384604846524582647</id><published>2009-07-29T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:57:32.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Albuquerque Botanical Garden/ Aquarium</title><content type='html'>Here's some pics from a fun little outing with my friend, Erica, and her kids (Ian, Genevieve -Gena, and Penelope-poppy). It was a lot of fun. I didn't get a chance to take any pictures in the butterfly pavilion, but it was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston's favorite- the model train track that ran along the whole length of the Gardens with several trains running along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0dcRvJ4II/AAAAAAAABmg/ClZiFkR4aT0/s1600-h/IMG_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0dcRvJ4II/AAAAAAAABmg/ClZiFkR4aT0/s320/IMG_0707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362975102902853762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train that goes between the zoo and aquarium. It's an hour long round trip with tunnels. Too much fun! All of the conductors are dressed up like the old train conductors. See the elephants in the background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0dcFzj_zI/AAAAAAAABmY/yjypmMjfpjE/s1600-h/IMG_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0dcFzj_zI/AAAAAAAABmY/yjypmMjfpjE/s320/IMG_0706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362975099700117298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train station and one of the other trains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0dbm-URhI/AAAAAAAABmQ/-8nVTmbxjOw/s1600-h/IMG_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0dbm-URhI/AAAAAAAABmQ/-8nVTmbxjOw/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362975091423725074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Aboard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0cGeU5aPI/AAAAAAAABmI/srqF5o9DYOg/s1600-h/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0cGeU5aPI/AAAAAAAABmI/srqF5o9DYOg/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362973628813633778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been "bug day" at the Botanical Gardens. There was a booth of high schoolers handling these disgusting creatures and teaching us all about them. Here are the giant millipedes. They also had scorpions and tarantulas. YUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0cF4jyr6I/AAAAAAAABmA/ZvsUP3vxC6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0cF4jyr6I/AAAAAAAABmA/ZvsUP3vxC6Q/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362973618675560354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giant cockroaches. Apparently the cleanest creatures in the world. I WAS very surprised to learn that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0cFqKI9TI/AAAAAAAABl4/F98JfsXBYPg/s1600-h/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0cFqKI9TI/AAAAAAAABl4/F98JfsXBYPg/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362973614809871666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexus, Boston and Gena on an ant. There was a section that made it feel like you were as small as an insect. There was a huge maze, giant pumpkin, slide down a log, etc. So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0cFLA33aI/AAAAAAAABlw/KnJVhJtaozY/s1600-h/IMG_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0cFLA33aI/AAAAAAAABlw/KnJVhJtaozY/s320/IMG_0691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362973606449503650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "garden". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0bOw3aDaI/AAAAAAAABlg/Jo5zSfOLBTU/s1600-h/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0bOw3aDaI/AAAAAAAABlg/Jo5zSfOLBTU/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362972671717543330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance to the maze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0gIvuUbfI/AAAAAAAABmo/XZN82XMKNnU/s1600-h/IMG_0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0gIvuUbfI/AAAAAAAABmo/XZN82XMKNnU/s320/IMG_0690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362978065889914354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquarium time. BIG fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0bOeiZgXI/AAAAAAAABlY/02eScvS7_n8/s1600-h/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0bOeiZgXI/AAAAAAAABlY/02eScvS7_n8/s320/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362972666797588850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston and his cousin, Lexus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0bOEQOAnI/AAAAAAAABlQ/qiSOtpxMOdM/s1600-h/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0bOEQOAnI/AAAAAAAABlQ/qiSOtpxMOdM/s320/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362972659742016114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An artsy, weird picture on the other side of a cylindrical aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0bNq521vI/AAAAAAAABlI/G2NUMt0SeSE/s1600-h/IMG_0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0bNq521vI/AAAAAAAABlI/G2NUMt0SeSE/s320/IMG_0678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362972652937336562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole group! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0bNZZfVYI/AAAAAAAABlA/4dqCUbh27m0/s1600-h/IMG_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0bNZZfVYI/AAAAAAAABlA/4dqCUbh27m0/s320/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362972648238175618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-6384604846524582647?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6384604846524582647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=6384604846524582647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6384604846524582647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6384604846524582647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/albuquerque-botanical-garden-aquarium.html' title='Albuquerque Botanical Garden/ Aquarium'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0dcRvJ4II/AAAAAAAABmg/ClZiFkR4aT0/s72-c/IMG_0707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-2109412346584368669</id><published>2009-07-29T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:59:14.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Store Adventures!</title><content type='html'>I've been in NM having fun with family and hanging out with a childhood friend who has 3 kids. She has been teaching me how to be more creative and I've been sewing, making jewelry, and other fun projects. We hit Michael's, Hobby Lobby and Jo Anne's about once a week. Our, what should be, 1/2 hour trip usually takes about 2 hours with our combined 5 kids. We went to Michael's last week and the kids were just kind of, wherever. I'm pretty sure they weren't breaking anything, though. Erica's 6 year old comes running up to me and says that Boston went potty in his pants (first time in underwear outside of the house, I should have known better- learning lesson for me!!!) So, I go off looking for him and see him walking around minus his pants and shoes. I get him, track down his pants and shoes (in two different spots) and off to the bathroom we go. There are moments where throwing away underwear is just more appropriate than trying to save them. Off to the car. I am gently holding his shorts, shoes and guiding him through the store naked except for a shirt. I put on a diaper (pants are too dirty) and go back in to get in the checkout line. I strap him in the cart, find my friend and as we are making our way to the checkout Boston points to the rows of fake trees and tells me "Mom, I hide in there and go potty" with a big smile on his face. "Oh, I thought you were supposed to go to the bathroom". Trees must be way more fun to go potty in. At the checkout, Capri decides she's hungry RIGHT NOW. She's crying as I'm trying to discreetly breast feed her, standing up and move my cart, which won't move. I push and push and look down and see my friend's 3 year old hiding under my cart as I'm trying to run her over with it. Luckily, she didn't get hurt or care that she did. The checkout lady was sooo nice and took everything out of the cart for me, scanned it and practically got my money out of my purse too. I swore I'd never go back. But we did, the next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next thing to teach Boston. Wait to undress when you get to the bathroom and not when you realize you need to go. As soon as he needs to go, he pulls his pants down (no matter where he is) and waddles to the bathroom with pants around his ankles. Not a big deal at home, but it is when you  are in the store, parking lot, park, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first blanket. It makes a great practice project for beginners because you have to sew, what feels like, a hundred straight lines. It's call faux chenille. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm1Ws0xHmXI/AAAAAAAABr4/Gs7RsiaDu8s/s1600-h/photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm1Ws0xHmXI/AAAAAAAABr4/Gs7RsiaDu8s/s320/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363038059347024242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm1Wsps3EtI/AAAAAAAABrw/A4CW4IPmxC0/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm1Wsps3EtI/AAAAAAAABrw/A4CW4IPmxC0/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363038056376373970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-2109412346584368669?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2109412346584368669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=2109412346584368669' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2109412346584368669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2109412346584368669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/store-adventures.html' title='Store Adventures!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm1Ws0xHmXI/AAAAAAAABr4/Gs7RsiaDu8s/s72-c/photo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-1744001969946121594</id><published>2009-07-29T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:57:57.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Potty Train</title><content type='html'>As soon as Boston got 10 stickers for going potty, we headed straight to the store to get him his prize- A new train!!! Lexus came with us to celebrate. Notice the blue cinderella glove on their right hands. Lexus was nice enough to share one with him. It's soooo nice having him potty trained, but he thinks every time time he goes he gets a new train. Time for new strategies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm03I8XHCcI/AAAAAAAABqg/rxz-UlMOJhg/s1600-h/IMG_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm03I8XHCcI/AAAAAAAABqg/rxz-UlMOJhg/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363003358049667522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-1744001969946121594?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1744001969946121594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=1744001969946121594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1744001969946121594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1744001969946121594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/potty-train.html' title='The Potty Train'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm03I8XHCcI/AAAAAAAABqg/rxz-UlMOJhg/s72-c/IMG_0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-479867138246221100</id><published>2009-07-27T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:58:41.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye CA- going on summer vacay- see you in a couple of months!!!!</title><content type='html'>After 2 years, we FINALLY sold our house. This is the start of our summer road trip. I'm hoping we'll be back for good, though we may have to hang out in UT for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm02KyLlobI/AAAAAAAABqQ/matpdDlPlzs/s1600-h/IMG_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm02KyLlobI/AAAAAAAABqQ/matpdDlPlzs/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363002290165096882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm02LKRqt9I/AAAAAAAABqY/I0Exxw89j04/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm02LKRqt9I/AAAAAAAABqY/I0Exxw89j04/s320/IMG_0465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363002296633046994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm05Y98JqEI/AAAAAAAABqw/St-_0YQSf2w/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm05Y98JqEI/AAAAAAAABqw/St-_0YQSf2w/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363005832374626370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm05YkIr5QI/AAAAAAAABqo/TAcL9IC-f3I/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm05YkIr5QI/AAAAAAAABqo/TAcL9IC-f3I/s320/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363005825447879938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello ROAD TRIP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm02KbOGdoI/AAAAAAAABqI/F7FjMNnN-ig/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm02KbOGdoI/AAAAAAAABqI/F7FjMNnN-ig/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363002284001621634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day at Salt Creek Beach with our bestest friends ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids keeping busy playing games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0x6CRTxAI/AAAAAAAABqA/3-30cRznwlk/s1600-h/IMG_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0x6CRTxAI/AAAAAAAABqA/3-30cRznwlk/s320/IMG_0524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362997604379771906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie and I (my sista)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0x5hEy_fI/AAAAAAAABp4/z2SaALoWrw4/s1600-h/IMG_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0x5hEy_fI/AAAAAAAABp4/z2SaALoWrw4/s320/IMG_0517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362997595468922354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha, Treyvan, Julie and I (saw these girls - and little boy- almost EVERY day- sooo going to miss that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0x5al8_oI/AAAAAAAABpw/WVPqT619_NY/s1600-h/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0x5al8_oI/AAAAAAAABpw/WVPqT619_NY/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362997593728941698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls!! Debbie, Julie, me, Tasha, Jen, Kim and Wendy. XOXO - Love you guys SOOOO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0x47LJFHI/AAAAAAAABpo/dJyLFbnYtgw/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0x47LJFHI/AAAAAAAABpo/dJyLFbnYtgw/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362997585294988402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before we left Beth (B calls her Bef) and Colin cooked us breakfast of omelets, strawberry and chocolate chip waffles, homemade honey butter with cornbread, fresh fruit and juice. There was more, but I can't remember it all. We were sooo spoiled. Thanks guys- you are the BEST!!! It was all soooooo yummy! Can't wait to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0x4viv2QI/AAAAAAAABpg/pTLpeEUMpQQ/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0x4viv2QI/AAAAAAAABpg/pTLpeEUMpQQ/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362997582172772610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at our wonderful neighbors'. Lil and Alan. Lil is from Italy and made us an authentic Italian meal of Eggplant Parmesan and Penne Pasta. She is an amazing cook. Her biscotti is the best I've ever had. Boston loved their dog, Charlie and daughter Lauren. My sister-in-law, Kari was with us. She flew down from San Jose to help pack. I have the best sister in the world. Thank you so much Kari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0wi2eNRBI/AAAAAAAABpY/cgG3puM2Xk0/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0wi2eNRBI/AAAAAAAABpY/cgG3puM2Xk0/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362996106564027410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out in the backyard before dinner. Boston playing with Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0wiqMxfrI/AAAAAAAABpQ/00TD5o7tqp0/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0wiqMxfrI/AAAAAAAABpQ/00TD5o7tqp0/s320/IMG_0461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362996103269678770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you, Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0wiTKQIRI/AAAAAAAABpI/CroSzhQQ0AI/s1600-h/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0wiTKQIRI/AAAAAAAABpI/CroSzhQQ0AI/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362996097085088018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-479867138246221100?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/479867138246221100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=479867138246221100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/479867138246221100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/479867138246221100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/bye-bye-ca-going-on-summer-vacay-see.html' title='Bye Bye CA- going on summer vacay- see you in a couple of months!!!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm02KyLlobI/AAAAAAAABqQ/matpdDlPlzs/s72-c/IMG_0538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-7950037692722941400</id><published>2009-07-26T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:06:33.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capri's Blessing and Boston's 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>The whole family that were able to make it out for the blessing. Both sides are well represented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm1BHSjzeRI/AAAAAAAABro/uIjC-ACXKxs/s1600-h/IMG_9187_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm1BHSjzeRI/AAAAAAAABro/uIjC-ACXKxs/s320/IMG_9187_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363014324765030674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Jennie (Jeremiah's sister) gave us Capri's beautiful blessing dress. It is linen and has a vintage style. I LOVED it sooo much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm1BG4SMLeI/AAAAAAAABrg/kG44VpjiSz4/s1600-h/IMG_9186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm1BG4SMLeI/AAAAAAAABrg/kG44VpjiSz4/s320/IMG_9186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363014317711830498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0_x7RzxJI/AAAAAAAABrY/wL0hM3nE68U/s1600-h/IMG_9172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0_x7RzxJI/AAAAAAAABrY/wL0hM3nE68U/s320/IMG_9172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363012858226656402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0_xiTl33I/AAAAAAAABrQ/oCE4e2ULv4M/s1600-h/IMG_9158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0_xiTl33I/AAAAAAAABrQ/oCE4e2ULv4M/s320/IMG_9158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363012851523247986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Darby Clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0_w3kM8dI/AAAAAAAABrA/47pQXpthauM/s1600-h/IMG_9127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0_w3kM8dI/AAAAAAAABrA/47pQXpthauM/s320/IMG_9127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363012840050192850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana and Papa with the grandkids, they aren't that easy to carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0_waUdxpI/AAAAAAAABq4/tQhESt2FEEM/s1600-h/IMG_9115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0_waUdxpI/AAAAAAAABq4/tQhESt2FEEM/s320/IMG_9115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363012832199558802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. Uncle Jason has the same hairstyle as Capri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0wh1ZIj5I/AAAAAAAABpA/4dZJLs5uA3I/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0wh1ZIj5I/AAAAAAAABpA/4dZJLs5uA3I/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362996089094442898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston's family birthday celebration- trains, trains and more trains. Can't get any better than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0whsWVhiI/AAAAAAAABo4/lzQh0BvYwsA/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0whsWVhiI/AAAAAAAABo4/lzQh0BvYwsA/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362996086666790434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Buddy!! You make me sooooo proud!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0vDVgq5qI/AAAAAAAABow/PUYshV4YgSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0vDVgq5qI/AAAAAAAABow/PUYshV4YgSQ/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362994465628415650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0vDFatCFI/AAAAAAAABoo/jf-c3gjdlNY/s1600-h/IMG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0vDFatCFI/AAAAAAAABoo/jf-c3gjdlNY/s320/IMG_0397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362994461308422226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it looks like when 2 three year olds and a one year old wants to hold the newborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0vCo8wLNI/AAAAAAAABog/50iHc_UiJxE/s1600-h/IMG_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0vCo8wLNI/AAAAAAAABog/50iHc_UiJxE/s320/IMG_0382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362994453666606290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miah is already teaching Boston how to drive. It's never too early!!  Well . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0vCLKXb3I/AAAAAAAABoY/r6YeIDj13-o/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0vCLKXb3I/AAAAAAAABoY/r6YeIDj13-o/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362994445670641522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother Gang sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0vBsJJo5I/AAAAAAAABoQ/Zu8c6nmqtdA/s1600-h/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0vBsJJo5I/AAAAAAAABoQ/Zu8c6nmqtdA/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362994437344043922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see what we should do about this hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0nEq7pssI/AAAAAAAABoI/uQMQsyfGw8M/s1600-h/IMG_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0nEq7pssI/AAAAAAAABoI/uQMQsyfGw8M/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362985692465574594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston's Birthday celebration at the pool. Tyler, Tanner, Kalli, Treyvan, Sophie, Tess, Grant and baby Davis were there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0nENqTUmI/AAAAAAAABoA/u52YcA89844/s1600-h/IMG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0nENqTUmI/AAAAAAAABoA/u52YcA89844/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362985684608176738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and Boston's birthday together. They will always be connected on this day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0nD_lC6CI/AAAAAAAABn4/GVv_j66WsVY/s1600-h/IMG_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0nD_lC6CI/AAAAAAAABn4/GVv_j66WsVY/s320/IMG_0346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362985680828033058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday cupcakes I made. I remember having clown cones at Baskin Robbins when I was young. I loved them. I thought they would make great cupcakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0nDnOeP3I/AAAAAAAABnw/9_to7TZ1KSU/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0nDnOeP3I/AAAAAAAABnw/9_to7TZ1KSU/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362985674290904946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess B- always dressing up with Kalli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0nDPCVpOI/AAAAAAAABno/cy1nASHvZRo/s1600-h/IMG_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm0nDPCVpOI/AAAAAAAABno/cy1nASHvZRo/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362985667797558498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-7950037692722941400?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7950037692722941400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=7950037692722941400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7950037692722941400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7950037692722941400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/capris-blessing-and-bostons-3rd.html' title='Capri&apos;s Blessing and Boston&apos;s 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sm1BHSjzeRI/AAAAAAAABro/uIjC-ACXKxs/s72-c/IMG_9187_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-6930310367769824130</id><published>2009-06-03T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:51:35.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sidg0oWYopI/AAAAAAAABk4/cIx1uJsNMR4/s1600-h/IMG_5115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sidg0oWYopI/AAAAAAAABk4/cIx1uJsNMR4/s320/IMG_5115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343345940199154322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sidg0fZZ1lI/AAAAAAAABkw/_v8Vge8VrNo/s1600-h/IMG_5155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sidg0fZZ1lI/AAAAAAAABkw/_v8Vge8VrNo/s320/IMG_5155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343345937795896914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sidg0aie7DI/AAAAAAAABko/jEYtJ-2rz0A/s1600-h/IMG_5092-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sidg0aie7DI/AAAAAAAABko/jEYtJ-2rz0A/s320/IMG_5092-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343345936491801650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-6930310367769824130?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6930310367769824130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=6930310367769824130' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6930310367769824130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6930310367769824130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/capri.html' title='Capri'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sidg0oWYopI/AAAAAAAABk4/cIx1uJsNMR4/s72-c/IMG_5115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-6929671034973132271</id><published>2009-05-03T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:38:54.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5YJ3evj8I/AAAAAAAABkg/xp1wTV7Mrkk/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5YJ3evj8I/AAAAAAAABkg/xp1wTV7Mrkk/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331795935388209090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5YJ7zgydI/AAAAAAAABkY/DHBUbO1GJlw/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5YJ7zgydI/AAAAAAAABkY/DHBUbO1GJlw/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331795936549063122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5YJmPrmkI/AAAAAAAABkQ/ggeJIrnO6yQ/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5YJmPrmkI/AAAAAAAABkQ/ggeJIrnO6yQ/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331795930761632322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-6929671034973132271?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6929671034973132271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=6929671034973132271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6929671034973132271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6929671034973132271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly love'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5YJ3evj8I/AAAAAAAABkg/xp1wTV7Mrkk/s72-c/IMG_0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-4586075060768381751</id><published>2009-05-03T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:41:53.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle of Friends</title><content type='html'>We had some wonderful visitors at the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy, Tasha and Treyvan, and Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5Pen2Yu5I/AAAAAAAABjw/urw3x8UGwYI/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5Pen2Yu5I/AAAAAAAABjw/urw3x8UGwYI/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331786396365011858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5PedGdl1I/AAAAAAAABjo/6oTLPjUqqTU/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5PedGdl1I/AAAAAAAABjo/6oTLPjUqqTU/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331786393479649106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5PeBCv8PI/AAAAAAAABjg/PoEqkSf8jaE/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5PeBCv8PI/AAAAAAAABjg/PoEqkSf8jaE/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331786385947881714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5Pd9XJcfI/AAAAAAAABjY/zxuD1h78jeM/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5Pd9XJcfI/AAAAAAAABjY/zxuD1h78jeM/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331786384959697394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jay (my lil bro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5PdrVkVRI/AAAAAAAABjQ/c0_Z8joWk4A/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5PdrVkVRI/AAAAAAAABjQ/c0_Z8joWk4A/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331786380121232658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5T2rzdZ-I/AAAAAAAABkA/fpM1NQIaRkg/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5T2rzdZ-I/AAAAAAAABkA/fpM1NQIaRkg/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331791207789848546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5T2ZOzntI/AAAAAAAABj4/5H4gP3gwAnY/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5T2ZOzntI/AAAAAAAABj4/5H4gP3gwAnY/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331791202804276946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5T22EzMxI/AAAAAAAABkI/66cG61KWxps/s1600-h/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5T22EzMxI/AAAAAAAABkI/66cG61KWxps/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331791210546934546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-4586075060768381751?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4586075060768381751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=4586075060768381751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4586075060768381751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4586075060768381751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/circle-of-friends.html' title='Circle of Friends'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5Pen2Yu5I/AAAAAAAABjw/urw3x8UGwYI/s72-c/IMG_0116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-1855994773985954774</id><published>2009-05-03T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:37:58.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Day - April 28, 2009</title><content type='html'>Welcome Capri Darby Forest. She's already a month old (man, does time fly when you're not keeping your blog up to date) and she's an angel. She was induced a week early because she had an enlarged left kidney on the ultrasound. My doctor suggested a controlled birth so we were there during the week when a nephrologist was on staff. We also thought we were moving May 11th or 18th and wanted to move with a baby older than a week. I was admitted at 7:00am. The Pitocin was started around 9am. I didn't have consistent contractions until my doctor broke my water at 12:30pm. I started contracting immediately and asked for an epidural about the same time. I got on about 20 minutes later. WHEW, it was so nice. At 3:30pm I was completely dilated and was told not to push until my doctor arrived at 4. About 4 pushes and 20 minutes later, little miss girl was born. It was the perfect delivery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to pop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5KQULmixI/AAAAAAAABiI/QbuVwH7PLDs/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5KQULmixI/AAAAAAAABiI/QbuVwH7PLDs/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331780653008980754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to head to the hospital. 7:00 am April 28th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5KQlul6sI/AAAAAAAABiQ/cs5yLLRc458/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5KQlul6sI/AAAAAAAABiQ/cs5yLLRc458/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331780657719143106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends, Beth, spent the night to come to the hospital and witness the birth. She missed Boston's birth when she went home and got a flat tire after spending hours at the hospital with me. I wasn't going to let her miss it this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5KRZnHR0I/AAAAAAAABiY/lH0WrBPsFMo/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5KRZnHR0I/AAAAAAAABiY/lH0WrBPsFMo/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331780671646418754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miah getting some rest. Watching me contract is hard work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5KRvL2RcI/AAAAAAAABig/wWXz0dTWY60/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5KRvL2RcI/AAAAAAAABig/wWXz0dTWY60/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331780677437638082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah's mom, Colleen gives the BEST belly massages. I was in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5KR3gPc1I/AAAAAAAABio/AxtQb8zMdGE/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5KR3gPc1I/AAAAAAAABio/AxtQb8zMdGE/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331780679670657874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5NoDt_LlI/AAAAAAAABjI/_dspXGOw8sY/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5NoDt_LlI/AAAAAAAABjI/_dspXGOw8sY/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331784359441542738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5NnwzpmwI/AAAAAAAABjA/Pl9VwmEGjsk/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5NnwzpmwI/AAAAAAAABjA/Pl9VwmEGjsk/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331784354365020930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5Nn1OZSoI/AAAAAAAABi4/zT7DLlczW8s/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5Nn1OZSoI/AAAAAAAABi4/zT7DLlczW8s/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331784355550939778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5NnhAlETI/AAAAAAAABiw/Bd53JXUyY7g/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5NnhAlETI/AAAAAAAABiw/Bd53JXUyY7g/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331784350124282162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-1855994773985954774?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1855994773985954774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=1855994773985954774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1855994773985954774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1855994773985954774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/birth-day-april-28-2009.html' title='Birth Day - April 28, 2009'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sf5KQULmixI/AAAAAAAABiI/QbuVwH7PLDs/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-2767297953060290822</id><published>2009-04-18T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:24:45.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's this for?</title><content type='html'>Boston found a tampon in the car and Miah thought it would be funny for him to come and ask me what it was for. Here's a picture of Boston cleaning his nose with the "nose cleaner". What else do you tell your 3 year old what a tampon is for??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sep9NCkq0lI/AAAAAAAABiA/l_BLi7tSSbs/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sep9NCkq0lI/AAAAAAAABiA/l_BLi7tSSbs/s320/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326207172301476434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-2767297953060290822?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2767297953060290822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=2767297953060290822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2767297953060290822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2767297953060290822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-this-for.html' title='What&apos;s this for?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sep9NCkq0lI/AAAAAAAABiA/l_BLi7tSSbs/s72-c/IMG_0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-8757420212805997699</id><published>2009-04-15T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:31:20.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darby or Capri??</title><content type='html'>Our little girl is due in about 3 weeks (May 4th). Hopefully it's more like 2 weeks, or even 1. We have decided to name her Darby Capri Forest. Darby is my maiden name and Capri is an Island in Italy, to follow our theme of place names. I am so torn between which name to call her. I love both so much. Darby is very sentimental and sweet, but Capri is so pretty. I also found a beautiful song name "Capri" about a mother pregnant with a little girl named Capri. It's the song you are hearing right now on the playlist by Colbie Caillet. So, my question, do you like Darby or Capri better?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miah and I have decided to wait and see what she looks like before we decide but I thought I could get some feedback. I wish I were having twin girls so I can use both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-8757420212805997699?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8757420212805997699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=8757420212805997699' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8757420212805997699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8757420212805997699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/darby-or-capri.html' title='Darby or Capri??'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-5529886199712167104</id><published>2009-04-05T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:36:57.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly boy</title><content type='html'>This is what Boston thinks a Boppy pillow is used for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdho-E5CZvI/AAAAAAAABhI/Ajr6Yhp_5fM/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdho-E5CZvI/AAAAAAAABhI/Ajr6Yhp_5fM/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321118375412393714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a routine every week at church after we pick B up from nursery. He tells Miah and I to wait at the top of the stairs so he can go down first. Once he's down, he let's us know that it's our turn. When we get to the bottom we find B sitting in a chair with his hands in "quiet time" (Miah is trying to teach him how to meditate- good luck with that). He's snickering until he hears us and than ROAR!!!! He scares us silly and then we can go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdho9j3U2hI/AAAAAAAABg4/XngjpUIXQ34/s1600-h/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdho9j3U2hI/AAAAAAAABg4/XngjpUIXQ34/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321118366546844178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdho96UjBCI/AAAAAAAABhA/oyJ4eUfzAu8/s1600-h/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdho96UjBCI/AAAAAAAABhA/oyJ4eUfzAu8/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321118372574987298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-5529886199712167104?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5529886199712167104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=5529886199712167104' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5529886199712167104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5529886199712167104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/silly-boy.html' title='Silly boy'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdho-E5CZvI/AAAAAAAABhI/Ajr6Yhp_5fM/s72-c/IMG_0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-1009598681903591808</id><published>2009-04-05T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T07:40:12.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infomercial filmed at our house!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhrOCAT3bI/AAAAAAAABh4/wM51EO-_7KQ/s1600-h/cleanairgardening_2044_24121568.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhrOCAT3bI/AAAAAAAABh4/wM51EO-_7KQ/s320/cleanairgardening_2044_24121568.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321120848538754482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder how an infomercial is filmed??? Me neither, but I still got to see how it was done. Thanks to some of our friends who work for a production company, our house was staged to be filmed in an infomercial. The product was the Water Stik. Nate (artist and interior designer) helped us decorate (most of our stuff is still packed) and helped the production company place the plants. They had actors and a full crew with food service. We had to be out of the house for most of the day, but it was well worth it. We met so many great people. Thanks Adam and Sara for thinking of our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhlF207ZzI/AAAAAAAABeg/mZbz-ELPa6k/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhlF207ZzI/AAAAAAAABeg/mZbz-ELPa6k/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321114111029503794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhlFpkTv9I/AAAAAAAABeY/d8Vxr0a6_e8/s1600-h/DSCN0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhlFpkTv9I/AAAAAAAABeY/d8Vxr0a6_e8/s320/DSCN0150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321114107470135250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhlFRhon6I/AAAAAAAABeQ/g3P1ei5dhHs/s1600-h/DSCN0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhlFRhon6I/AAAAAAAABeQ/g3P1ei5dhHs/s320/DSCN0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321114101016469410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-1009598681903591808?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1009598681903591808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=1009598681903591808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1009598681903591808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1009598681903591808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/infomercial-filmed-at-our-house.html' title='Infomercial filmed at our house!!!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhrOCAT3bI/AAAAAAAABh4/wM51EO-_7KQ/s72-c/cleanairgardening_2044_24121568.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-7579851979084979588</id><published>2009-03-12T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:55:00.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debbie's surprise birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>We LOVE surprises. Thanks to Albert, we were able to get Debbie to meet us all out at Mangia Bene for a birthday dinner. The food was fabulous and the company even better. Happy Birthday, Debbie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think she knew ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhhfSNS6kI/AAAAAAAABeA/hTaOT2DOIF4/s1600-h/DSCN0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhhfSNS6kI/AAAAAAAABeA/hTaOT2DOIF4/s320/DSCN0142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321110149829683778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiramisu with a candle after a big bowl of pasta. It just doesn't get any better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhhfWRCOAI/AAAAAAAABeI/5pdJ_dQ_WR0/s1600-h/DSCN0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhhfWRCOAI/AAAAAAAABeI/5pdJ_dQ_WR0/s320/DSCN0144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321110150919108610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhhfLR1KzI/AAAAAAAABd4/2rFZSqHGwBQ/s1600-h/DSCN0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhhfLR1KzI/AAAAAAAABd4/2rFZSqHGwBQ/s320/DSCN0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321110147969657650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-7579851979084979588?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7579851979084979588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=7579851979084979588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7579851979084979588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7579851979084979588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/debbies-surprise-birthday-dinner.html' title='Debbie&apos;s surprise birthday dinner'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhhfSNS6kI/AAAAAAAABeA/hTaOT2DOIF4/s72-c/DSCN0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-6563829657554617397</id><published>2009-03-10T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:54:44.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim's birthday at 6:45 am</title><content type='html'>So, apparently my friends thinks it's fun to kidnap other friends on their birthday at 6:45 am and take them to breakfast. I have to say that it was a ton of fun. Here is a rundown of the whole escapade. Too bad I won't be here for my birthday!!!! Happy Birthday Kim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to wake up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhe5iB3XMI/AAAAAAAABdQ/yUSELUHyCkA/s1600-h/DSCN0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhe5iB3XMI/AAAAAAAABdQ/yUSELUHyCkA/s320/DSCN0118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321107302218423490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always good to take as many pictures as you can while they are still in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhe6JmM5QI/AAAAAAAABdY/9Y5j6hCXXZc/s1600-h/DSCN0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhe6JmM5QI/AAAAAAAABdY/9Y5j6hCXXZc/s320/DSCN0121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321107312839812354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen doing a little coaxing to get Kim up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhe6NwRv2I/AAAAAAAABdg/cd59pKLC1CA/s1600-h/IMG_3401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhe6NwRv2I/AAAAAAAABdg/cd59pKLC1CA/s320/IMG_3401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321107313955815266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWN!!! And she up. Mission accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhe6KSQwNI/AAAAAAAABdo/dVKopQvgxhk/s1600-h/IMG_3406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhe6KSQwNI/AAAAAAAABdo/dVKopQvgxhk/s320/IMG_3406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321107313024614610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Mimi's Cafe for some birthday breakfast. Unfortunately I had to head off to work and missed the cake. Maybe next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhe6VBL-tI/AAAAAAAABdw/y8tUy1tAQ4U/s1600-h/IMG_3408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhe6VBL-tI/AAAAAAAABdw/y8tUy1tAQ4U/s320/IMG_3408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321107315905788626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-6563829657554617397?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6563829657554617397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=6563829657554617397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6563829657554617397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6563829657554617397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/kims-birthday-at-645-am.html' title='Kim&apos;s birthday at 6:45 am'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhe5iB3XMI/AAAAAAAABdQ/yUSELUHyCkA/s72-c/DSCN0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-6370251192272681917</id><published>2009-03-04T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:53:11.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby shower</title><content type='html'>I love friends and babies and parties and food!!!!! I had the most fabulous baby shower thrown for me hosted by Tasha and Debbie. So many people pitched in to help with food and it was delicious. My little girl is so spoiled. Thank you to everyone who celebrated with me and for all of the food and gifts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhdE3HfdzI/AAAAAAAABdI/nHt5xcvkZ5Y/s1600-h/IMG_3386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhdE3HfdzI/AAAAAAAABdI/nHt5xcvkZ5Y/s320/IMG_3386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321105297834473266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendrea and Debbie talking about the gorgeous cupcakes that Debbie made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhdD9v1QwI/AAAAAAAABdA/NTrotE2aJh0/s1600-h/IMG_3374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhdD9v1QwI/AAAAAAAABdA/NTrotE2aJh0/s320/IMG_3374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321105282434417410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent way too much time around the food table. I should socializing more (At least Jen and Nannette joined me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhau_s1nzI/AAAAAAAABc4/zm9ITTvofU4/s1600-h/IMG_3383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhau_s1nzI/AAAAAAAABc4/zm9ITTvofU4/s320/IMG_3383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321102723158220594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful butterfly cake made by Kendrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhasb6p9oI/AAAAAAAABcw/TfgkyQJLVy0/s1600-h/DSCN0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Sdhasb6p9oI/AAAAAAAABcw/TfgkyQJLVy0/s320/DSCN0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321102679192761986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls love any reason to get together and talk, talk, talk. . . : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhZzxI-KiI/AAAAAAAABco/OkAmhmstns8/s1600-h/IMG_3371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhZzxI-KiI/AAAAAAAABco/OkAmhmstns8/s320/IMG_3371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321101705637407266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy, Kim and Sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhZzun-rtI/AAAAAAAABcg/m1C7qzIxBiU/s1600-h/DSCN0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhZzun-rtI/AAAAAAAABcg/m1C7qzIxBiU/s320/DSCN0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321101704962158290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl, Jen, Cathy and Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhZzkLvPbI/AAAAAAAABcY/orS4f_gVr4c/s1600-h/DSCN0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhZzkLvPbI/AAAAAAAABcY/orS4f_gVr4c/s320/DSCN0103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321101702159351218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi and Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhZzIn25lI/AAAAAAAABcQ/4o_9WWLcsJY/s1600-h/IMG_3380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhZzIn25lI/AAAAAAAABcQ/4o_9WWLcsJY/s320/IMG_3380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321101694761100882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam, Ann Marie, and Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhYbIsHP0I/AAAAAAAABb4/ym2JLEStILY/s1600-h/IMG_3378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhYbIsHP0I/AAAAAAAABb4/ym2JLEStILY/s320/IMG_3378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321100182950461250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy, Rachelle and Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhYbFq_IfI/AAAAAAAABbw/ac4lUna3x1s/s1600-h/IMG_3377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhYbFq_IfI/AAAAAAAABbw/ac4lUna3x1s/s320/IMG_3377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321100182140428786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this belly make me look sexy????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhYaidSE0I/AAAAAAAABbo/0jevor2KP04/s1600-h/IMG_3375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhYaidSE0I/AAAAAAAABbo/0jevor2KP04/s320/IMG_3375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321100172687708994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha and Debbie- BFF's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhYaWqoX-I/AAAAAAAABbg/H8aHv5WhpDw/s1600-h/DSCN0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhYaWqoX-I/AAAAAAAABbg/H8aHv5WhpDw/s320/DSCN0099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321100169522470882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhYaFEDQtI/AAAAAAAABbY/fB_UWt_YCoo/s1600-h/DSCN0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhYaFEDQtI/AAAAAAAABbY/fB_UWt_YCoo/s320/DSCN0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321100164797252306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-6370251192272681917?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6370251192272681917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=6370251192272681917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6370251192272681917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6370251192272681917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-baby-shower.html' title='My baby shower'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhdE3HfdzI/AAAAAAAABdI/nHt5xcvkZ5Y/s72-c/IMG_3386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-9197579201524561848</id><published>2009-03-03T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:53:55.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carly's Baptism</title><content type='html'>We had the pleasure of going to Carly's baptism at the end of February (I'm catching up on my posts- though I still didn't do Thanksgiving or Christmas yet- AHHHHH) in Redlands. We always have so much fun visiting with the other Cali cousins. I downloaded these pictures in the wrong order and am too tired to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still hot even when he makes faces!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhMkOIEpMI/AAAAAAAABbI/e_CjX1i83Qs/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhMkOIEpMI/AAAAAAAABbI/e_CjX1i83Qs/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321087144889197762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating fro yo outside at Nubi (and I thought the craze was out of control in the OC- it's infiltrated inland). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhJDmLoSOI/AAAAAAAABbA/956LXYksloE/s1600-h/DSCN0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhJDmLoSOI/AAAAAAAABbA/956LXYksloE/s320/DSCN0096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321083285876000994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group with their fro yo after a GREAT dinner of tacos. Thanks Ron for treating us and Jackie and Auntie Rae for the yummy food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhJDnJgAPI/AAAAAAAABa4/rp3fxJfE_fQ/s1600-h/DSCN0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhJDnJgAPI/AAAAAAAABa4/rp3fxJfE_fQ/s320/DSCN0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321083286135505138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston and Carly with the newest cousin, Kaniela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhJDT6ih8I/AAAAAAAABaw/UrN17ay_Jhw/s1600-h/DSCN0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhJDT6ih8I/AAAAAAAABaw/UrN17ay_Jhw/s320/DSCN0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321083280972482498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cute little boy with his mama!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhOOEPmydI/AAAAAAAABbQ/6-_HPqwBCi4/s1600-h/DSCN0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhOOEPmydI/AAAAAAAABbQ/6-_HPqwBCi4/s320/DSCN0087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321088963302574546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly and Boston hanging out on the patio. B LOVES his cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhJDK0ee4I/AAAAAAAABao/xApihwTdGXk/s1600-h/DSCN0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhJDK0ee4I/AAAAAAAABao/xApihwTdGXk/s320/DSCN0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321083278531132290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly looking beautiful in her baptismal dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhJDAOjOCI/AAAAAAAABag/fvY6ZYAwZQU/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhJDAOjOCI/AAAAAAAABag/fvY6ZYAwZQU/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321083275687704610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-9197579201524561848?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9197579201524561848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=9197579201524561848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/9197579201524561848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/9197579201524561848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/carlys-baptism.html' title='Carly&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhMkOIEpMI/AAAAAAAABbI/e_CjX1i83Qs/s72-c/IMG_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-6057516745403078463</id><published>2009-03-03T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:53:32.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The train trip</title><content type='html'>Playing catch up!! Here is a trip on the train that we took with friend's down to Oceanside in Jan (I know- I'm such a slacker). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the train at the San Juan Capistrano depot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhFynePFJI/AAAAAAAABZ4/aXI0nXYXUgk/s1600-h/IMG_3239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhFynePFJI/AAAAAAAABZ4/aXI0nXYXUgk/s320/IMG_3239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321079695629816978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Boston would say "I want to get it in on the train". Here we gettin in it on the train!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhFyz-olOI/AAAAAAAABaA/Jzy86612zw4/s1600-h/IMG_3241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhFyz-olOI/AAAAAAAABaA/Jzy86612zw4/s320/IMG_3241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321079698986931426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama getting some of that lovin feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhFzvRUdBI/AAAAAAAABaQ/bZ-s-5DS5XE/s1600-h/IMG_3242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhFzvRUdBI/AAAAAAAABaQ/bZ-s-5DS5XE/s320/IMG_3242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321079714902995986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the scenery on the Oceanside Pier right before lunch at Ruby's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhFz1OXXgI/AAAAAAAABaY/hnUEYpgFAPU/s1600-h/IMG_3246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhFz1OXXgI/AAAAAAAABaY/hnUEYpgFAPU/s320/IMG_3246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321079716501216770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many pelican's perched randomly around the pier. I couldn't believe how big they were. We also saw some fishermen catch a stingray and throw it back. What an eventful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhFzX7frQI/AAAAAAAABaI/pWbY378VAyo/s1600-h/IMG_3244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhFzX7frQI/AAAAAAAABaI/pWbY378VAyo/s320/IMG_3244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321079708637441282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-6057516745403078463?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6057516745403078463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=6057516745403078463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6057516745403078463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6057516745403078463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/train-trip.html' title='The train trip'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SdhFynePFJI/AAAAAAAABZ4/aXI0nXYXUgk/s72-c/IMG_3239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-950247425719710589</id><published>2009-03-02T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:54:23.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo shoot</title><content type='html'>I haven't taken many photos of me while pregnant. One day, feeling especially cute (which is rare these days and why I've shied away from the camera) I decided to use the timer and FINALLY take some pics of my HUGE belly. Boston was watching me and I asked him if he wanted pictures taken of him too. He started to pose and I got a view of what I looked like to a 2 year old taking pictures of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIQz9U3i9I/AAAAAAAABZQ/zq3qWWwPZkQ/s1600-h/DSCN0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIQz9U3i9I/AAAAAAAABZQ/zq3qWWwPZkQ/s320/DSCN0059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310325395444698066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIQz_Xpa4I/AAAAAAAABZI/U6thcnfnA8U/s1600-h/DSCN0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIQz_Xpa4I/AAAAAAAABZI/U6thcnfnA8U/s320/DSCN0058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310325395993226114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIQzSD4-0I/AAAAAAAABZA/ArGUSgqCIdc/s1600-h/DSCN0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIQzSD4-0I/AAAAAAAABZA/ArGUSgqCIdc/s320/DSCN0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310325383830764354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbS43wunrII/AAAAAAAABZw/deK5mZwFlvE/s320/DSCN0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311073128689413250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbS43vSk3EI/AAAAAAAABZo/Pk0nyoOQu4k/s1600-h/DSCN0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbS43vSk3EI/AAAAAAAABZo/Pk0nyoOQu4k/s320/DSCN0065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311073128303352898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIQ0rYIxSI/AAAAAAAABZg/1dK_b1Jl3vQ/s1600-h/DSCN0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIQ0rYIxSI/AAAAAAAABZg/1dK_b1Jl3vQ/s320/DSCN0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310325407806440738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIQ0CSl9jI/AAAAAAAABZY/IjfpeMY2TdI/s1600-h/DSCN0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIQ0CSl9jI/AAAAAAAABZY/IjfpeMY2TdI/s320/DSCN0063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310325396777334322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-950247425719710589?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/950247425719710589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=950247425719710589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/950247425719710589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/950247425719710589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo shoot'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIQz9U3i9I/AAAAAAAABZQ/zq3qWWwPZkQ/s72-c/DSCN0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-4031436862040530311</id><published>2009-03-02T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:51:32.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedona, AZ</title><content type='html'>AHHHHH! I haven't blogged for 2 months and have so much to catch up on. Here is our latest, last minute, and very spontaneous trip to Sedona, AZ. It was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hike to Bell Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIHkZttS-I/AAAAAAAABXU/eoAh-3LBqcQ/s1600-h/DSCN0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIHkZttS-I/AAAAAAAABXU/eoAh-3LBqcQ/s320/DSCN0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310315232582519778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more like a slow stroll. Hiking isn't the term to use when you have a 2 year old and prego mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIHkCJK4ZI/AAAAAAAABXM/LMXXjcoTajo/s1600-h/DSCN0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIHkCJK4ZI/AAAAAAAABXM/LMXXjcoTajo/s320/DSCN0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310315226255253906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the scenery just driving through the town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIHj837KMI/AAAAAAAABXE/N0HtahIWOkA/s1600-h/DSCN0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIHj837KMI/AAAAAAAABXE/N0HtahIWOkA/s320/DSCN0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310315224840743106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spa time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIHjcVSu0I/AAAAAAAABW8/-Fq69kzY9H4/s1600-h/DSCN0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIHjcVSu0I/AAAAAAAABW8/-Fq69kzY9H4/s320/DSCN0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310315216105552706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston is just chillin on a chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIHjIkLhlI/AAAAAAAABW0/rr29S0kKG5o/s1600-h/DSCN0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIHjIkLhlI/AAAAAAAABW0/rr29S0kKG5o/s320/DSCN0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310315210799285842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of Sedona from a look out point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIIU73_FLI/AAAAAAAABYM/RFiYvH3DgV4/s1600-h/DSCN0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIIU73_FLI/AAAAAAAABYM/RFiYvH3DgV4/s320/DSCN0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310316066386154674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolling though the shops. We had the BEST lunch at the Wild Flower Bread Company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIIUfqI9BI/AAAAAAAABYA/8zZXiYnmEIM/s1600-h/DSCN0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIIUfqI9BI/AAAAAAAABYA/8zZXiYnmEIM/s320/DSCN0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310316058811888658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIIUDMvinI/AAAAAAAABX0/u7TBteAIE5w/s1600-h/DSCN0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIIUDMvinI/AAAAAAAABX0/u7TBteAIE5w/s320/DSCN0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310316051172395634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B trying his hand at photography. He did pretty good. Still have to download pics from that camera. He got a good shot of me and Miah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIITkdaBlI/AAAAAAAABXo/YERVnMyf2gI/s1600-h/DSCN0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIITkdaBlI/AAAAAAAABXo/YERVnMyf2gI/s320/DSCN0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310316042920789586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More scenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIITV8XRCI/AAAAAAAABXc/P7Iww4RhCV4/s1600-h/DSCN0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIITV8XRCI/AAAAAAAABXc/P7Iww4RhCV4/s320/DSCN0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310316039024100386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Fry bread. DELICIOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIJS8WTFaI/AAAAAAAABYw/yzKW0V_oCTk/s1600-h/DSCN0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIJS8WTFaI/AAAAAAAABYw/yzKW0V_oCTk/s320/DSCN0049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310317131665184162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fry bread booth. Reminds me of home (NM). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIJSjxJfFI/AAAAAAAABYo/0ozg4SA0Jzg/s1600-h/DSCN0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIJSjxJfFI/AAAAAAAABYo/0ozg4SA0Jzg/s320/DSCN0048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310317125066914898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montezuma's Castle. These are some Indian ruins that were built in the 1400's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIJSY14_1I/AAAAAAAABYg/OFJaEujwCCU/s1600-h/DSCN0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIJSY14_1I/AAAAAAAABYg/OFJaEujwCCU/s320/DSCN0041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310317122134015826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIJR0e7JeI/AAAAAAAABYY/NmMCHM0BFiQ/s1600-h/DSCN0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIJR0e7JeI/AAAAAAAABYY/NmMCHM0BFiQ/s320/DSCN0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310317112374011362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a more indirect route back through Phoenix and came across a dozen hot air balloons floating above the Arizona cactus. It made the drive more spectacular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIJTJ-EQpI/AAAAAAAABY4/9CsIYyKOxhQ/s1600-h/DSCN0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIJTJ-EQpI/AAAAAAAABY4/9CsIYyKOxhQ/s320/DSCN0054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310317135321645714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-4031436862040530311?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4031436862040530311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=4031436862040530311' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4031436862040530311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4031436862040530311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/sedona-az.html' title='Sedona, AZ'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SbIHkZttS-I/AAAAAAAABXU/eoAh-3LBqcQ/s72-c/DSCN0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-1168219696543249460</id><published>2008-12-22T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:59:38.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wegowand (Legoland)</title><content type='html'>One of Boston's best girlfriend's celebrated her 4th birthday (in December) at Legoland and we had the pleasure of being able to go. Emi's mom made the kid's custom "Team Emi" t-shirts with their names on the back. It was adorable and great way to keep track of the kiddos. We had SO much fun and Boston went on his very first roller coaster and LOVED it. As soon as he was buckled in he put his arms up and squealed with joy the whole time. This is the beginning of our adrenaline junkie. Thanks Savage's for an amazing day and Happy Birthday Emi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston and Kali on Thomas (notice the sign in front that says "Do Not Climb".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2ox9mIByI/AAAAAAAABWU/92dgtjwDd-g/s1600-h/IMG_3397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2ox9mIByI/AAAAAAAABWU/92dgtjwDd-g/s320/IMG_3397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282063514276988706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2oxZ1atqI/AAAAAAAABWM/MGQ0f8wRj70/s1600-h/IMG_3392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2oxZ1atqI/AAAAAAAABWM/MGQ0f8wRj70/s320/IMG_3392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282063504677451426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing hopscotch at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2oxH9ki-I/AAAAAAAABWE/8_O7wW7Zky4/s1600-h/IMG_3391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2oxH9ki-I/AAAAAAAABWE/8_O7wW7Zky4/s320/IMG_3391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282063499879812066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutest shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2owxNXHjI/AAAAAAAABV8/l3BtfRtWl7U/s1600-h/IMG_3390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2owxNXHjI/AAAAAAAABV8/l3BtfRtWl7U/s320/IMG_3390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282063493772025394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TEAM EMI!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2owrln9HI/AAAAAAAABV0/7yzikwiu98o/s1600-h/IMG_3388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2owrln9HI/AAAAAAAABV0/7yzikwiu98o/s320/IMG_3388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282063492263179378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-1168219696543249460?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1168219696543249460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=1168219696543249460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1168219696543249460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1168219696543249460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/wegowand-legoland.html' title='Wegowand (Legoland)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2ox9mIByI/AAAAAAAABWU/92dgtjwDd-g/s72-c/IMG_3397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-4165152656967943270</id><published>2008-12-21T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:13:59.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler's bowling birthday party</title><content type='html'>Boston was invited to his friend's birthday party and had his first experience bowling. It was quite an experience. He would drop the ball, push it and then sit down and watch it go. The other kids would sit down and watch too. You might as well, it took about 5 minutes to go down the lane :) I think he even hit some pins, but not hard enough to knock them down. They would just wobble a little and the ball would get stuck. He also discovered Dance Dance Revolution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2nxZnA9WI/AAAAAAAABVs/RgPOwkZ3Cyc/s1600-h/IMG_3381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2nxZnA9WI/AAAAAAAABVs/RgPOwkZ3Cyc/s320/IMG_3381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282062405105415522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2nw8vjSMI/AAAAAAAABVk/NbwE2jEpsuE/s1600-h/IMG_3377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2nw8vjSMI/AAAAAAAABVk/NbwE2jEpsuE/s320/IMG_3377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282062397356591298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2nwR-ACRI/AAAAAAAABVc/BvY13mXhW9M/s1600-h/IMG_3371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2nwR-ACRI/AAAAAAAABVc/BvY13mXhW9M/s320/IMG_3371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282062385874471186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2nwJNf3EI/AAAAAAAABVU/rYGQ6bSulaE/s1600-h/IMG_3370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2nwJNf3EI/AAAAAAAABVU/rYGQ6bSulaE/s320/IMG_3370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282062383523552322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2nv00Y9-I/AAAAAAAABVM/qAajfRwfE4g/s1600-h/IMG_3369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2nv00Y9-I/AAAAAAAABVM/qAajfRwfE4g/s320/IMG_3369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282062378049533922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-4165152656967943270?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4165152656967943270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=4165152656967943270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4165152656967943270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4165152656967943270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/tylers-bowling-birthday-party.html' title='Tyler&apos;s bowling birthday party'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2nxZnA9WI/AAAAAAAABVs/RgPOwkZ3Cyc/s72-c/IMG_3381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-6612218952307422883</id><published>2008-12-21T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:10:09.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy and Mike</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful and unexpected surprise before Christmas. I have a previous blog about Nancy and Shoukoo. They are neighbors that go on a walk down our street everyday. Boston just loves to see them and Nancy LOVES to smother Boston with kisses (which, I'm sure, is part of the reason he loves to see them so much). Nancy came over with her husband, Mike and we were so excited to meet him. They also brought Boston a train set as a gift. What a lucky boy and generous friends. He absolutely loves it and plays with it every day. He also tells us quite often that he wants to see Nancy and Mike. We love having these new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2mmTs4RQI/AAAAAAAABVE/DdRqBar0MOM/s1600-h/IMG_3367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2mmTs4RQI/AAAAAAAABVE/DdRqBar0MOM/s320/IMG_3367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282061115029210370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2mmKDIRWI/AAAAAAAABU8/Olwepo0yrF0/s1600-h/IMG_3364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2mmKDIRWI/AAAAAAAABU8/Olwepo0yrF0/s320/IMG_3364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282061112438179170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2ml0nciPI/AAAAAAAABU0/-5egoxfHaC8/s1600-h/IMG_3362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2ml0nciPI/AAAAAAAABU0/-5egoxfHaC8/s320/IMG_3362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282061106684922098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-6612218952307422883?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6612218952307422883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=6612218952307422883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6612218952307422883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6612218952307422883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/nancy-and-mike.html' title='Nancy and Mike'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2mmTs4RQI/AAAAAAAABVE/DdRqBar0MOM/s72-c/IMG_3367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-8431510268682309186</id><published>2008-12-21T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:06:01.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redlands and the cousins</title><content type='html'>Jeremiah has a cousin who lives in Redlands that we go visit (not often enough). His aunt and another cousin were in town for our niece's birthday (Happy Birthday Katelyn) and we had the pleasure of joining them for the celebration. Here are some pictures to demonstrate what these cousins are like when they get together. It's hilarious and I love the laughter and joy that fills the house when we all get together!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston, Katelyn and Emma. Those silly belly's. (Jeremiah, Boston and I went to a Christmas tree lighting in San Juan and he met a cute 5 year old girl waiting in line for a train ride. They had fun talking and playing and she called Boston a "silly billy". So he pulls up his shirt and points to his tummy and says "see, silly belly")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2lBTnezAI/AAAAAAAABUs/YXLAXRGyvx0/s1600-h/IMG_3355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2lBTnezAI/AAAAAAAABUs/YXLAXRGyvx0/s320/IMG_3355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282059379839781890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelyn. As you can see, she is the leader of the Silly Belly Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2lBMbYhhI/AAAAAAAABUk/OVxJZ_BA6EQ/s1600-h/IMG_3354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2lBMbYhhI/AAAAAAAABUk/OVxJZ_BA6EQ/s320/IMG_3354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282059377909990930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2lAiBSxvI/AAAAAAAABUc/-CxT1LwvHkc/s1600-h/IMG_3348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2lAiBSxvI/AAAAAAAABUc/-CxT1LwvHkc/s320/IMG_3348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282059366526273266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fam just hanging out! We had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2lAVtnK4I/AAAAAAAABUU/Oz8Modp6Rgc/s1600-h/IMG_3345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2lAVtnK4I/AAAAAAAABUU/Oz8Modp6Rgc/s320/IMG_3345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282059363222498178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-8431510268682309186?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8431510268682309186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=8431510268682309186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8431510268682309186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8431510268682309186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/redlands-and-cousins.html' title='Redlands and the cousins'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2lBTnezAI/AAAAAAAABUs/YXLAXRGyvx0/s72-c/IMG_3355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-2104153836369550746</id><published>2008-12-20T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:51:39.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miah's first meal</title><content type='html'>Here is Jeremiah on December 1st at midnight eating his first meal after eating the refugee diet for 30 days. He had some chicken red curry coconut soup, a banana and glass of OJ. It was a great moment and I am so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2kNVML6OI/AAAAAAAABUM/KUu3J8wghe4/s1600-h/IMG_3338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2kNVML6OI/AAAAAAAABUM/KUu3J8wghe4/s320/IMG_3338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282058486908971234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2kNFa-rGI/AAAAAAAABUE/R4BB2SrKi0c/s1600-h/IMG_3337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2kNFa-rGI/AAAAAAAABUE/R4BB2SrKi0c/s320/IMG_3337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282058482676051042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-2104153836369550746?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2104153836369550746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=2104153836369550746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2104153836369550746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2104153836369550746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/miahs-first-meal.html' title='Miah&apos;s first meal'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2kNVML6OI/AAAAAAAABUM/KUu3J8wghe4/s72-c/IMG_3338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-4406643473150957683</id><published>2008-12-20T17:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:49:16.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving '08- The untraditional year</title><content type='html'>I've been consistently a month behind in my blogging. Now that Christmas has past, here is my post for Thanksgiving. My camera broke over Christmas as well (so sad) and I have a month's worth of postings saved so it gives me some time to replace the camera!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are this year on Thanksgiving morning. We went to San Clemente Pier to "catch" our dinner. We dug up some worms in the front yard, grabbed our poles, and headed out. It was so nice and warm that we didn't care the fish weren't biting (except for what to do about dinner). Jeremiah was still on his refugee diet and the Fischer's joined us for a nontraditional Thanksgiving dinner of take out. Tasha got a turkey sandwich and I got some butternut squash ravioli, both from Mimi's. The guys didn't really eat (out of respect to the refugee diet) and I think the kids had mac and cheese. It was a low key year, but one I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2jiCfpBqI/AAAAAAAABT8/PAe7r95OxQw/s1600-h/IMG_3336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2jiCfpBqI/AAAAAAAABT8/PAe7r95OxQw/s320/IMG_3336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282057743155922594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2jhiyfxFI/AAAAAAAABT0/8IXex693SOY/s1600-h/IMG_3332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2jhiyfxFI/AAAAAAAABT0/8IXex693SOY/s320/IMG_3332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282057734645072978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2jhGv_6hI/AAAAAAAABTs/QH9h_Z9gGAc/s1600-h/IMG_3331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2jhGv_6hI/AAAAAAAABTs/QH9h_Z9gGAc/s320/IMG_3331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282057727118404114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-4406643473150957683?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4406643473150957683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=4406643473150957683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4406643473150957683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4406643473150957683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-08-untraditional-year.html' title='Thanksgiving &apos;08- The untraditional year'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SU2jiCfpBqI/AAAAAAAABT8/PAe7r95OxQw/s72-c/IMG_3336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-4659324638424365470</id><published>2008-12-12T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:46:53.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skee Ball</title><content type='html'>I went to see a Christmas production called "Savior of the World" put on by my church (which was amazing) tonight, so Jeremiah had Boston all to himself. &lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture Miah took of Boston playing skee ball at Dave and Busters. Miah was so proud that he would only put the balls in the 100 point hole. His strategy worked so well that he earned himself a couple of prizes with the tickets he won. Jeremiah let him pick the prizes all by himself. Guess what he came home with. . . .  a wind up walking happy face and a shot glass (Boston calls it his baby cup). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SUIkuH1mlOI/AAAAAAAABSE/8dzcqL5u0gg/s1600-h/1310453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SUIkuH1mlOI/AAAAAAAABSE/8dzcqL5u0gg/s320/1310453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278822088028099810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston showing off his winnings to mom. Drinking juice out of his "baby cup". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SUKUbpb-dfI/AAAAAAAABSM/TeyQXgLKq_I/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SUKUbpb-dfI/AAAAAAAABSM/TeyQXgLKq_I/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278944915932214770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B grabbed this "stick" out of the utensil drawer, put it in his mouth and crawled around the kitchen trying to say "woof" with it in his mouth. Good Boston, good Boston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SUKUpAY5y6I/AAAAAAAABSU/85PazrU52GA/s1600-h/photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SUKUpAY5y6I/AAAAAAAABSU/85PazrU52GA/s320/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278945145431640994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-4659324638424365470?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4659324638424365470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=4659324638424365470' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4659324638424365470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4659324638424365470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/skee-ball.html' title='Skee Ball'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SUIkuH1mlOI/AAAAAAAABSE/8dzcqL5u0gg/s72-c/1310453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-2255675550002883910</id><published>2008-11-16T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:38:37.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fun Tag"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEjcI3XcqI/AAAAAAAABRw/DGo1hHBVxj0/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEjcI3XcqI/AAAAAAAABRw/DGo1hHBVxj0/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269532005323207330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was tagged by Jay to post the 4th picture of the 4th folder in my photo album. So, here it is. This is a picture of Jeremiah and I at "Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel" in Las Vegas on our first wedding anniversary renewing our vows. We wanted to renew with Elvis. We went to Goodwill and bought the ugliest, 80's/trailer park outfits we could find and called some friends to meet us there, but they had to dress as bad as we were. I was 5 months pregnant with a skin tight, royal blue, sequined dress from the 80's and knee high snake skin boots. Miah had his shirt opened all the way in front exposing his full array of hairy chest. After the ceremony, we all went to dinner at a nice restaurant in a limo. Anyone have any fun ideas for our upcoming 4th anniversary???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Tasha, Mibi, Erin and Erica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-2255675550002883910?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2255675550002883910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=2255675550002883910' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2255675550002883910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2255675550002883910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-tag.html' title='&quot;Fun Tag&quot;'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEjcI3XcqI/AAAAAAAABRw/DGo1hHBVxj0/s72-c/Picture+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-7282248170882716143</id><published>2008-11-16T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:36:55.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremiah's 30 day Refugee Diet.</title><content type='html'>As some of you know, Jeremiah is doing a 30 day refugee diet. He started on November 1st, which puts him at the halfway point today. I just wanted to congratulate him and let him know how incredibly proud I am of him for his dedication and compassion. He never ceases to amaze and astound me with his pure heart. Thank you for being an inspiration to me and helping me be a better person just by who you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of what Jeremiah eats on a daily basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSET_56cX1I/AAAAAAAABRg/zUYJFqxPUBQ/s1600-h/8a2fb825f74b990f19913413893bf691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSET_56cX1I/AAAAAAAABRg/zUYJFqxPUBQ/s320/8a2fb825f74b990f19913413893bf691.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269515027598827346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As posted on the website www.stopgenocidenow.org) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most in the United States, November is a month to give thanks. On Thanksgiving Day, we gather at our homes and enjoy great food and the company of loved ones. Refugees in and from Darfur have been deprived of a home; many of their loved ones have been killed; and they lack enough of the basics, such as food and water. In solidarity with all of the displaced from Darfur, SGN teammate Jeremiah Forest will participate on a month-long fast, matching his diet to the ones of refugees we have recently visited in the desert. Miah will write daily journals and regularly upload pictures and video, sharing his experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracked Wheat - Daily, 7 oz. (weight not volume) (686 Calories)&lt;br /&gt;Farina Wheat Cereal - Daily - 1.17 oz  (weight not volume) (123 Calories)&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Split Peas - Daily 1/6 Cup (82 Calories)&lt;br /&gt;Oil - Daily 2.4 TSPNs (96 Calories)&lt;br /&gt;Sugar - Daily 2 TSPNs (30 Calories)&lt;br /&gt;Salt - Daily 1/10 Teaspoon per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total of 1,017 Calories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxp28wqtfZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxp28wqtfZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can follow his and Eric's diet journey on their journal postings and videos at www.stopgenocidenow.org.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-7282248170882716143?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7282248170882716143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=7282248170882716143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7282248170882716143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7282248170882716143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/jeremiahs-30-day-refugee-diet.html' title='Jeremiah&apos;s 30 day Refugee Diet.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSET_56cX1I/AAAAAAAABRg/zUYJFqxPUBQ/s72-c/8a2fb825f74b990f19913413893bf691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-5061300615653915499</id><published>2008-11-16T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:41:02.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy clips!!</title><content type='html'>Well, not really "happy". Boston had a "haircut date" with Kalli. Kalli did great and came out with the cutest haircut. Boston. . . well, he did not enjoy the experience and you can see it on his face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!! Haircut time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJ1-1_McI/AAAAAAAABQo/f6Lkk5ToeRM/s1600-h/IMG_3295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJ1-1_McI/AAAAAAAABQo/f6Lkk5ToeRM/s320/IMG_3295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269503862007345602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get a close up on that face. Even with the dinosaurs and candy, Boston is still scowling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJ2OYXpsI/AAAAAAAABQw/FD40aUB7jz4/s1600-h/IMG_3295_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJ2OYXpsI/AAAAAAAABQw/FD40aUB7jz4/s320/IMG_3295_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269503866178086594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom tried her hand at combing B's hair to help him get comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJ1NDTDrI/AAAAAAAABQg/UZ7Uf_m50GQ/s1600-h/IMG_3294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJ1NDTDrI/AAAAAAAABQg/UZ7Uf_m50GQ/s320/IMG_3294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269503848641400498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just get this over with".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJ2U_abJI/AAAAAAAABQ4/LC-c0sVgtdc/s1600-h/IMG_3296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJ2U_abJI/AAAAAAAABQ4/LC-c0sVgtdc/s320/IMG_3296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269503867952458898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Look Boston, Kalli is getting her haircut too. She's having fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;Boston's thoughts: Seriously mom, I can't believe you think this is fun. Just hurry please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJ2n92ftI/AAAAAAAABRA/2tYuLrnyAn0/s1600-h/IMG_3297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJ2n92ftI/AAAAAAAABRA/2tYuLrnyAn0/s320/IMG_3297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269503873046183634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairstylist: Look, I have a blue and yellow balloon, which one do you want. Balloons are fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;Boston: Fine, whatever. Try and bribe me. It's not going to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEKG41WSmI/AAAAAAAABRI/dU2nD8S4GPE/s1600-h/IMG_3300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEKG41WSmI/AAAAAAAABRI/dU2nD8S4GPE/s320/IMG_3300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269504152451828322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balloons are way more fun when they're blown up. Here, let me show you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEKHJYg1pI/AAAAAAAABRQ/Ed2Ja4XF6HQ/s1600-h/IMG_3302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEKHJYg1pI/AAAAAAAABRQ/Ed2Ja4XF6HQ/s320/IMG_3302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269504156894287506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. . . finally it's over. Let me enjoy my sucker in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEKHtGfdDI/AAAAAAAABRY/aWSAlvGD3gQ/s1600-h/IMG_3309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEKHtGfdDI/AAAAAAAABRY/aWSAlvGD3gQ/s320/IMG_3309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269504166482375730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-5061300615653915499?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5061300615653915499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=5061300615653915499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5061300615653915499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5061300615653915499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-clips.html' title='Happy clips!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJ1-1_McI/AAAAAAAABQo/f6Lkk5ToeRM/s72-c/IMG_3295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-1709039847490653211</id><published>2008-11-16T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:30:59.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irvine Park Railroad</title><content type='html'>We just discovered this place and went for the Pumpkin Patch. We decided to go back and check out the rest of the park with our friends. It has a train ride, paddle boats, hiking and biking trails, a duck pond, playground, and even a small zoo. It was a nice way to spend a Saturday afternoon. We even got leftover goody bags from Halloween with lots of candy. Tasha and I raided the candy bowl more than once (don't tell). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEIN1VqUxI/AAAAAAAABQA/pFrJxsgompc/s1600-h/IMG_3275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEIN1VqUxI/AAAAAAAABQA/pFrJxsgompc/s320/IMG_3275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269502072749445906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuga Chuga Choo Choo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEINQbVQFI/AAAAAAAABP4/6QKzhTH0hdI/s1600-h/IMG_3271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEINQbVQFI/AAAAAAAABP4/6QKzhTH0hdI/s320/IMG_3271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269502062841118802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Aboard. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEIMm6pd-I/AAAAAAAABPw/kBwuatioJ9E/s1600-h/IMG_3262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEIMm6pd-I/AAAAAAAABPw/kBwuatioJ9E/s320/IMG_3262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269502051698178018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dad's helping the kids get a better view of the beaver. We saw a bear, fox, a couple of donkeys running around their enclosure playing, but then I think it turned into a little brawl (never seen that before), and a hawk eating it's dinner. You could hear the crunching of the bones as it pecked at the mouse (yuck) and lots of other animals. We weren't expecting much for $2, but definitely got our money's worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJZlXGULI/AAAAAAAABQY/2PEf00anAtQ/s1600-h/IMG_3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJZlXGULI/AAAAAAAABQY/2PEf00anAtQ/s320/IMG_3288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269503374130565298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a two headed ghost. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJZS8IOMI/AAAAAAAABQQ/puhDwCRtU7g/s1600-h/IMG_3285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEJZS8IOMI/AAAAAAAABQQ/puhDwCRtU7g/s320/IMG_3285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269503369185605826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalli found out how multi-functional Miah can really be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEIOIPd9FI/AAAAAAAABQI/pZ6E34kGbvA/s1600-h/IMG_3281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEIOIPd9FI/AAAAAAAABQI/pZ6E34kGbvA/s320/IMG_3281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269502077823743058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random picture taken a couple of days before at one of our favorite parks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEIMMdI_DI/AAAAAAAABPo/gW0bsiDba8U/s1600-h/IMG_3258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEIMMdI_DI/AAAAAAAABPo/gW0bsiDba8U/s320/IMG_3258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269502044595092530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-1709039847490653211?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1709039847490653211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=1709039847490653211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1709039847490653211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1709039847490653211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/irvine-park-railroad.html' title='Irvine Park Railroad'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SSEIN1VqUxI/AAAAAAAABQA/pFrJxsgompc/s72-c/IMG_3275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-7414661444954533250</id><published>2008-11-07T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:23:54.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween '08</title><content type='html'>We went to Oak street in Laguna Beach with some friends. It's a GREAT place to Trick or Treat. They close down the streets and almost all of the houses are decorated (and I mean DECKED OUT). There are so many great costumes. Boston overdosed on candy and was running in circles and falling down by the end of the night. Good thing it's only once a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIzA7E8jsI/AAAAAAAAA8c/dIlIacf9QME/s1600-h/IMG_3242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIzA7E8jsI/AAAAAAAAA8c/dIlIacf9QME/s320/IMG_3242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327005300985538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRHk_4E4gHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/BCd6K2yW_fk/s1600-h/IMG_3244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRHk_4E4gHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/BCd6K2yW_fk/s320/IMG_3244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265241225408577650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRHk_Cw2d_I/AAAAAAAAA6k/uSefexrT-yw/s1600-h/IMG_3241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRHk_Cw2d_I/AAAAAAAAA6k/uSefexrT-yw/s320/IMG_3241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265241211097479154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIzCzyuHMI/AAAAAAAAA88/J0F1jp0Gixo/s1600-h/IMG_3251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIzCzyuHMI/AAAAAAAAA88/J0F1jp0Gixo/s320/IMG_3251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327037705231554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIzBxG0tdI/AAAAAAAAA80/HHteHEw0AFI/s1600-h/IMG_3250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIzBxG0tdI/AAAAAAAAA80/HHteHEw0AFI/s320/IMG_3250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327019804374482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIzBlPvcqI/AAAAAAAAA8s/13Z34bwPbAc/s1600-h/IMG_3249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIzBlPvcqI/AAAAAAAAA8s/13Z34bwPbAc/s320/IMG_3249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327016620552866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIzBQXwMMI/AAAAAAAAA8k/SQnNOe2Ffhg/s1600-h/IMG_3245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIzBQXwMMI/AAAAAAAAA8k/SQnNOe2Ffhg/s320/IMG_3245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327011017011394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Harvest Festival. This was such a fun event and everything was FREE. Hot Dogs, Taco Bell, In and Out, Kettle Corn, Balloons, lots of kid rides and games. . . We came here after trick or treating with the Fischer's and met up with the Savages. Thanks for making this Halloween so great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B on the swing ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRHlAJRh_rI/AAAAAAAAA60/lTgAlwraXLM/s1600-h/IMG_2701_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRHlAJRh_rI/AAAAAAAAA60/lTgAlwraXLM/s320/IMG_2701_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265241230025031346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston and his princesses and ballerina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIz06Ig-tI/AAAAAAAAA9E/GKOOjaSr_Yw/s1600-h/IMG_2707_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIz06Ig-tI/AAAAAAAAA9E/GKOOjaSr_Yw/s320/IMG_2707_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327898400717522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah and Jess at a couple's Halloween party. What a fun night!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRHk-8chcRI/AAAAAAAAA6c/AqmrZCwnuI4/s1600-h/IMG_3228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRHk-8chcRI/AAAAAAAAA6c/AqmrZCwnuI4/s320/IMG_3228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265241209401602322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston put on his infant goggles and then kept asking for a "suit". I found this "suit" and he put it on and ran around the house really fast. We think he wanted to be like Dash in The Incredibles and needed a Super Suit to go with his mask. Cutie boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIz1aoPC1I/AAAAAAAAA9M/kyKVHxwoFko/s320/IMG_3066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327907123694418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Bostonella- This was B's back up costume. Whenever he goes to his friend, Kalli's, house, they both dress up as princesses. Boston asks to dress up at least twice a week. I wasn't sure if he would wear the pirate costume, so I had my friend bring her princess costume as a backup. We are hoping this is only a phase and will not last very long. (Kalli's dad photoshopped makeup on him in this photo just to rub it in). B never ceases to amaze me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRHk-EwYZvI/AAAAAAAAA6U/wVPWyJ5AxZQ/s1600-h/Bostonella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRHk-EwYZvI/AAAAAAAAA6U/wVPWyJ5AxZQ/s320/Bostonella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265241194452510450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-7414661444954533250?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7414661444954533250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=7414661444954533250' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7414661444954533250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7414661444954533250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-08.html' title='Halloween &apos;08'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIzA7E8jsI/AAAAAAAAA8c/dIlIacf9QME/s72-c/IMG_3242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-8969197977113348225</id><published>2008-11-07T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:04:08.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch X2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY for pumpkin patches. Here's some pics of some fun patches of pumpkins we went too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boston and Kalli climbing the mound O' punkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIxXQGLRdI/AAAAAAAAA8U/rjOeeGWX_Bc/s1600-h/IMG_3464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIxXQGLRdI/AAAAAAAAA8U/rjOeeGWX_Bc/s320/IMG_3464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265325189877155282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The favorite of all rides. All Aboard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIxXHHBCQI/AAAAAAAAA8M/xP_k129q_6Y/s1600-h/IMG_3461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIxXHHBCQI/AAAAAAAAA8M/xP_k129q_6Y/s320/IMG_3461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265325187464759554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B and Kalli always come up with some kooky game. This must be jumpin pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIwRlGet1I/AAAAAAAAA8E/WpF34qF2jco/s1600-h/IMG_3451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIwRlGet1I/AAAAAAAAA8E/WpF34qF2jco/s320/IMG_3451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265323992924731218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIwRVEuftI/AAAAAAAAA78/wsyv7CcNDKQ/s1600-h/IMG_3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIwRVEuftI/AAAAAAAAA78/wsyv7CcNDKQ/s320/IMG_3449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265323988622409426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are at the Irvine Railway Pumpkin Patch. An attempt at a family picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIwQyi_-BI/AAAAAAAAA70/7z7ch4wlawI/s1600-h/IMG_3124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIwQyi_-BI/AAAAAAAAA70/7z7ch4wlawI/s320/IMG_3124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265323979354142738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B and Chloe rearranging the patch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIwQB4Q63I/AAAAAAAAA7s/92yz3pkYyM4/s1600-h/IMG_3117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIwQB4Q63I/AAAAAAAAA7s/92yz3pkYyM4/s320/IMG_3117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265323966289996658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the hay maze with Chloe and Emi (right after Emi and B ran into each other which resulted in Emi's first black eye - sorry Emi). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIwPQs5a0I/AAAAAAAAA7k/5Q3WwXTvb5k/s1600-h/IMG_3101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIwPQs5a0I/AAAAAAAAA7k/5Q3WwXTvb5k/s320/IMG_3101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265323953088981826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B is running away from Dad in the maze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIuZ2Q0E4I/AAAAAAAAA7c/pwiFRPQlUow/s1600-h/IMG_3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIuZ2Q0E4I/AAAAAAAAA7c/pwiFRPQlUow/s320/IMG_3096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265321935947174786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird experimental creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIuZq1VqZI/AAAAAAAAA7U/qCQhWK4KdrQ/s1600-h/IMG_3093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIuZq1VqZI/AAAAAAAAA7U/qCQhWK4KdrQ/s320/IMG_3093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265321932879145362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even weirder experimental creatures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIuZENrVyI/AAAAAAAAA7M/ZKQdEJB3IbE/s1600-h/IMG_3092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIuZENrVyI/AAAAAAAAA7M/ZKQdEJB3IbE/s320/IMG_3092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265321922512246562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at my muscles!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIuYfk5EeI/AAAAAAAAA7E/xlwCIdFSurI/s1600-h/IMG_3088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIuYfk5EeI/AAAAAAAAA7E/xlwCIdFSurI/s320/IMG_3088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265321912677503458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The coolest train ride ever. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIuX_3Mb5I/AAAAAAAAA68/p8gCvoMhJuk/s1600-h/IMG_3079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIuX_3Mb5I/AAAAAAAAA68/p8gCvoMhJuk/s320/IMG_3079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265321904164335506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-8969197977113348225?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8969197977113348225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=8969197977113348225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8969197977113348225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8969197977113348225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-patch-x2.html' title='Pumpkin Patch X2'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SRIxXQGLRdI/AAAAAAAAA8U/rjOeeGWX_Bc/s72-c/IMG_3464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-3299504094473412696</id><published>2008-10-25T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:03:02.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston's best friend's in our hood</title><content type='html'>There are these very sweet ladies that walk our street almost every afternoon. We have become very close friends with them (because of Boston). After an encounter with them Boston's face is COVERED with lipstick kisses and has been told how much he's loved about 100 times. They are persian and have the greatest accents when they say "I love you" over and over. We love seeing them and Boston will run down the street to get all the hugs and loves he can and tell them all about his day and the trees and spiderwebs and birds that he sees outside. We will dearly miss them when we leave. &lt;br /&gt;We love you, Nancy and Shoukoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzLA8LJgiI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Mr4gxINRqOQ/s1600-h/IMG_2870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzLA8LJgiI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Mr4gxINRqOQ/s320/IMG_2870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241287283365741090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzLBYey__I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/w5HECHeSTNw/s1600-h/IMG_2871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzLBYey__I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/w5HECHeSTNw/s320/IMG_2871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241287290964344818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-3299504094473412696?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3299504094473412696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=3299504094473412696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3299504094473412696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3299504094473412696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/nancy-and-shoukoo.html' title='Boston&apos;s best friend&apos;s in our hood'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzLA8LJgiI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Mr4gxINRqOQ/s72-c/IMG_2870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-6554299425513291686</id><published>2008-10-24T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:12:43.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the boys are. . .</title><content type='html'>So you always see pics of the girlfriends hanging out bonding, but where are the boys when this is happening? They are doing the exact same thing and I've got it all on film! Maybe they weren't talking about nails, hair and kids, but I would love to be a fly on the wall in one of these pow-wows! We love that you guys are all friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMin_rqIF-I/AAAAAAAAA2I/geXQktnv7eQ/s1600-h/P7120117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMin_rqIF-I/AAAAAAAAA2I/geXQktnv7eQ/s320/P7120117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244626478565955554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMioAPBA1RI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/TEn5ppGOUv0/s1600-h/IMG_2778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMioAPBA1RI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/TEn5ppGOUv0/s320/IMG_2778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244626488057189650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMioASyYJOI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/x7ibO8MH5i8/s1600-h/IMG_2785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMioASyYJOI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/x7ibO8MH5i8/s320/IMG_2785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244626489069544674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMioA34K4bI/AAAAAAAAA2g/nYABnxWuqs8/s1600-h/IMG_2783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMioA34K4bI/AAAAAAAAA2g/nYABnxWuqs8/s320/IMG_2783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244626499025953202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a random picture I had to throw in, but taken on the same day. This is the first girl Boston has ever introduced me to. He came and got me and pulled me over to this "older girl" and was soooo excited and had a huge smile. He told me all about her (in his little 2 year old language) and never left her side the whole day. He gets smitten quite easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMioBPy4bfI/AAAAAAAAA2o/lo74cbGyh5s/s1600-h/IMG_2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMioBPy4bfI/AAAAAAAAA2o/lo74cbGyh5s/s320/IMG_2790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244626505446223346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-6554299425513291686?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6554299425513291686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=6554299425513291686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6554299425513291686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6554299425513291686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-boys-are.html' title='Where the boys are. . .'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMin_rqIF-I/AAAAAAAAA2I/geXQktnv7eQ/s72-c/P7120117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-2747712134109629466</id><published>2008-09-21T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:00:51.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok. . .a lot of people already know, but I'm pregnant!!!!!! Yay!!! Due May 4th. I'm 8 weeks along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-2747712134109629466?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2747712134109629466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=2747712134109629466' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2747712134109629466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2747712134109629466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-4945251209314966876</id><published>2008-09-20T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:55:17.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Water Park</title><content type='html'>There's a community close by us (I call it Pleasantville) that has this amazing (and free) waterpark. My friend, Kim, lives near and invites us over quite often to play. I finally got some pictures, except I forgot to get some of Kim and her girls - Bad Jess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMim5kAWERI/AAAAAAAAA1o/NKtOfT6LciE/s1600-h/IMG_2980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMim5kAWERI/AAAAAAAAA1o/NKtOfT6LciE/s320/IMG_2980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244625273920819474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bucket dumping water. . . YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMim503dk7I/AAAAAAAAA1w/HO_7G9mgaUE/s1600-h/IMG_2985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMim503dk7I/AAAAAAAAA1w/HO_7G9mgaUE/s320/IMG_2985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244625278446965682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston didn't like all the splashing, so he sat out for the first half an hour (????). I played with Kim and the girls and couldn't get him to come play. He finally wanted to when the guards got everyone out of the water for a 10 minute break. Then he tried to get in. It's no fun, unless it's a private affair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMim6ID_kYI/AAAAAAAAA14/-0rfG85hIik/s1600-h/IMG_2981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMim6ID_kYI/AAAAAAAAA14/-0rfG85hIik/s320/IMG_2981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244625283599798658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he decided he was ready to play, we all had a blast and I got drenched by the water bucket. There's nothing like having a 2 year old to make you feel young again!!! Thanks for a great day Boston, Kim and Savannah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMim6UrY0nI/AAAAAAAAA2A/kTxVh1E8MhA/s1600-h/IMG_2984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMim6UrY0nI/AAAAAAAAA2A/kTxVh1E8MhA/s320/IMG_2984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244625286986257010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-4945251209314966876?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4945251209314966876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=4945251209314966876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4945251209314966876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4945251209314966876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/water-park.html' title='The Water Park'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMim5kAWERI/AAAAAAAAA1o/NKtOfT6LciE/s72-c/IMG_2980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-8179369876357901979</id><published>2008-09-20T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:55:45.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powell's Sweet Shop</title><content type='html'>One of our favorite outings is to Powell's Sweet Shop. It's an old fashioned candy shop with the most amazing gelato I've ever tasted. It's so fun. I remember an old fashioned candy/ice cream parlor called Merrill's where I grew up in NM. I LOVED going there, getting ice cream and seeing all the fun candy. Powell's definitely takes me back to my childhood, especially since they have a lot of the candy I grew up on that you can't find anywhere. I think I gain a pound everytime I just think about it.  Just outside the shop is a grassy area with a fountain that the kids like to play in. Boston is notorious for finding little holes in the ground and lying in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the little man in his "hole" with Emi and Chloe looking on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzKP-p90eI/AAAAAAAAAyo/JZ0BGCz84Ns/s1600-h/IMG_2841.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzKQJm3gwI/AAAAAAAAAyw/kxWKcegFDKs/s1600-h/IMG_2844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzKQJm3gwI/AAAAAAAAAyw/kxWKcegFDKs/s320/IMG_2844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241286445158073090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzKQa4UbQI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Cnsz6F0ho8c/s1600-h/IMG_2845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzKQa4UbQI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Cnsz6F0ho8c/s320/IMG_2845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241286449794673922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loading up on candy and gelato with the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzKQ3oZk3I/AAAAAAAAAzA/jcj8Oppvp5M/s1600-h/IMG_2839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzKQ3oZk3I/AAAAAAAAAzA/jcj8Oppvp5M/s320/IMG_2839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241286457512530802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-8179369876357901979?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8179369876357901979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=8179369876357901979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8179369876357901979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8179369876357901979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/powells-sweet-shop.html' title='Powell&apos;s Sweet Shop'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzKQJm3gwI/AAAAAAAAAyw/kxWKcegFDKs/s72-c/IMG_2844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-3309643626106135031</id><published>2008-09-13T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:45:04.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pier</title><content type='html'>The San Clemente Pier was the destination of our train trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILUHZwEnPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/tH15rfSySrw/s1600-h/IMG_2648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILUHZwEnPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/tH15rfSySrw/s320/IMG_2648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224971741339884786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILT7gW9LGI/AAAAAAAAAuM/xy0-G3ohCQA/s1600-h/IMG_2641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILT7gW9LGI/AAAAAAAAAuM/xy0-G3ohCQA/s320/IMG_2641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224971536955157602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILT76XNGqI/AAAAAAAAAuU/xWl0wbntTeA/s1600-h/IMG_2642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILT76XNGqI/AAAAAAAAAuU/xWl0wbntTeA/s320/IMG_2642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224971543935523490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILT8XeoMII/AAAAAAAAAuc/gzHn0ZKHnq4/s1600-h/IMG_2644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILT8XeoMII/AAAAAAAAAuc/gzHn0ZKHnq4/s320/IMG_2644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224971551751286914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILT8lvc18I/AAAAAAAAAuk/a1ChwDgeV7Q/s1600-h/IMG_2645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILT8lvc18I/AAAAAAAAAuk/a1ChwDgeV7Q/s320/IMG_2645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224971555579942850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILT8-uGBjI/AAAAAAAAAus/toJgldqa4S4/s1600-h/IMG_2647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILT8-uGBjI/AAAAAAAAAus/toJgldqa4S4/s320/IMG_2647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224971562285139506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-3309643626106135031?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3309643626106135031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=3309643626106135031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3309643626106135031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3309643626106135031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/pier.html' title='The Pier'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILUHZwEnPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/tH15rfSySrw/s72-c/IMG_2648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-1407996141797257287</id><published>2008-09-13T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:52:18.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Train</title><content type='html'>So, as you read on the YouTube post, Boston LOVES trains. We have taken him to the train tracks a few times to see the trains up close. It's a huge treat for him and he wants to go everyday. Here are some pics of one of our outings. We actually took the 7 min train ride from San Juan to San Clemente Pier. It was a lot of fun!!!! San Juan train depot is on a street called Los Rios. It is the oldest street in CA, and across from the San Juan Mission. It's a beautiful area and completely preserved. People still live in the houses that have been renovated from the 1800's, and have maintained  the feel of the street when it was first built. One of the houses is also one of the best restaurants I've been to. It's called The Ramos House Cafe. It was built in 1881. It's all outside seating and so quaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMwxkJJdr1I/AAAAAAAAA54/8gz6ILH5n3s/s1600-h/ramos+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMwxkJJdr1I/AAAAAAAAA54/8gz6ILH5n3s/s320/ramos+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245622162980450130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ramoshouse.com/"&gt;http://www.ramoshouse.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILS2L-bphI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rUwz9Ja2WqQ/s1600-h/IMG_2632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILS2L-bphI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rUwz9Ja2WqQ/s320/IMG_2632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224970346072614418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILS2uwh_QI/AAAAAAAAAtk/DFfVLy8luq4/s1600-h/IMG_2633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILS2uwh_QI/AAAAAAAAAtk/DFfVLy8luq4/s320/IMG_2633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224970355409550594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILS3Ga5lxI/AAAAAAAAAts/Q_2KGlTGlz0/s1600-h/IMG_2634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILS3Ga5lxI/AAAAAAAAAts/Q_2KGlTGlz0/s320/IMG_2634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224970361761273618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILS3VWv7JI/AAAAAAAAAt0/iTjG0dKie3E/s1600-h/IMG_2636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILS3VWv7JI/AAAAAAAAAt0/iTjG0dKie3E/s320/IMG_2636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224970365770394770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILS3w6zx6I/AAAAAAAAAt8/MR1v_F-u8kg/s1600-h/IMG_2637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILS3w6zx6I/AAAAAAAAAt8/MR1v_F-u8kg/s320/IMG_2637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224970373169399714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train was completely packed with ladies dressed like this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILTjVT1KMI/AAAAAAAAAuE/QLLmVez33EU/s1600-h/IMG_2640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILTjVT1KMI/AAAAAAAAAuE/QLLmVez33EU/s320/IMG_2640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224971121672399042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that they are all apart of a ladies group called The Red Hat Society.&lt;br /&gt;It is comprised of women over 50 who like to have fun. This particular group is from OC and dresses victorian wherever they go. There are thousands of members all over the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redhatsociety.com/"&gt;http://www.redhatsociety.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Red Hat Society began as a result of a few women deciding to greet middle age with verve, humor and elan. We believe silliness is the comedy relief of life, and since we are all in it together, we might as well join red-gloved hands and go for the gusto together. Underneath the frivolity, we share a bond of affection, forged by common life experiences and a genuine enthusiasm for wherever life takes us next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sue Ellen Cooper, Queen Mother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-1407996141797257287?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1407996141797257287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=1407996141797257287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1407996141797257287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1407996141797257287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/train.html' title='The Train'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMwxkJJdr1I/AAAAAAAAA54/8gz6ILH5n3s/s72-c/ramos+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-7533384021730600832</id><published>2008-09-13T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:23:34.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston's new obsession (train or bum bum?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMwsj7G3-yI/AAAAAAAAA5w/_kM8ZnQ-51k/s1600-h/Youtube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMwsj7G3-yI/AAAAAAAAA5w/_kM8ZnQ-51k/s320/Youtube.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245616661653355298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston's new favorite thing is watching choo choo trains (real and model) on YouTube. It's the first thing he asks to do in the morning and last thing we do before we go to bed. We will put the curser on the first video on the right side of the screen and all he has to do is click it when he wants to move on. So the other day and Miah related to me a funny story that happened while I was at work. Boston and Miah were sitting next to each other on the couch each on a laptop, Miah working, Boston watching Youtube when this happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston:  Dada, bum bum. Bum bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad looks over at the screen. One of the videos on the right side (amongst the very innocent videos of trains is a girl in a thong bikini). ??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: No bum bum, Boston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad tries to click on another video. Boston swipes dad's hand away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston: No, my bum bum. MY bum bum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: No Boston, let's watch another video. How about choo choo trains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad clicks on a train video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston: I want bum bum. Dada, I want bum bum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES!!!!!!! I didn't know whether or not to think it was really cute or if I should be a little nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-7533384021730600832?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7533384021730600832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=7533384021730600832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7533384021730600832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7533384021730600832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/bostons-new-obsession-train-or-bum-bum.html' title='Boston&apos;s new obsession (train or bum bum?)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMwsj7G3-yI/AAAAAAAAA5w/_kM8ZnQ-51k/s72-c/Youtube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-4130598375228968319</id><published>2008-09-10T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:54:05.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Treyven</title><content type='html'>One of most wonderful people I know delivered her precious little boy yesterday. I had the pleasure of meeting him just hours old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a girls night celebration the night before she was to be induced. We stuffed ourselves with pasta (the best ever) at Mangia Bene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMilvoly2zI/AAAAAAAAA1I/RFSSAD4zOJw/s1600-h/IMG_7785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMilvoly2zI/AAAAAAAAA1I/RFSSAD4zOJw/s320/IMG_7785.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244624003841317682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is!!!!! Isn't he the cutest thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMilv8VYqMI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/IY3OhjSFJ-g/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMilv8VYqMI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/IY3OhjSFJ-g/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244624009141201090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen someone look SOOO good after giving birth? Totally jealous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMilwZIS6UI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/7Wu10jtTzAc/s1600-h/IMG_2991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMilwZIS6UI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/7Wu10jtTzAc/s320/IMG_2991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244624016870926658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Fischer Family. We're so excited about him. Especially now that Boston has a boy to play with!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMilwtwXJ6I/AAAAAAAAA1g/o1L7_yJcwkU/s1600-h/IMG_3003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMilwtwXJ6I/AAAAAAAAA1g/o1L7_yJcwkU/s320/IMG_3003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244624022407686050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-4130598375228968319?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4130598375228968319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=4130598375228968319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4130598375228968319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4130598375228968319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-treyven.html' title='Welcome Treyven'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMilvoly2zI/AAAAAAAAA1I/RFSSAD4zOJw/s72-c/IMG_7785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-7940921459652990070</id><published>2008-09-08T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:14:13.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More spinach mom. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMYDDH8S6KI/AAAAAAAAA1A/y4P-SUtbdZk/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMYDDH8S6KI/AAAAAAAAA1A/y4P-SUtbdZk/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243882168325957794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston doesn't eat as a hobby like I do. Some days he eats like he has a bottomless pit and some days he eats like a bird. Finding EXACTLY what he wants is another chore. He eats like some normal 2 year olds- hates veggies, loves pizza, chicken nuggets, fries, etc. and then he has some weird habits. He won't eat very many leftovers, he likes fresh food. He will eat Tabouli (greek salad dish made of bulgar wheat, parsley, tomatoes, cucumbers, green onion, EVOO, lemon juice) which some adults won't even eat and his favorite food of all time is a Dutch oven pancake. Like I said, getting veggies in him has been quite a chore. I have recently discovered, however, that he loves sauteed spinach (fresh of course). He will eat it with curried moroccan rice (I told you he was a weirdo) or by itself. Tonight he made my heart soar with excitement when he kept asking for more. He was laying under the table playing with his plane (I had given up trying to feed him a sandwich at the table and let him play) and all of the sudden I heard these beautiful words "more spinach mom".  Aaaaahuuuuhhhaaaahhh (imagine Ariel the Little Mermaid singing or an Angel Choir). Music to my ears. I kept feeding him under the table, bite after bite per his request. I didn't push my luck and make him sit in his chair. I would have fed him off the floor if he wanted (ok, not really, or maybe if it was REALLY clean). He ate almost an entire bag of spinach for dinner. Thank you little man for making your mom the happiest person in the world tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-7940921459652990070?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7940921459652990070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=7940921459652990070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7940921459652990070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7940921459652990070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-spinach-mom.html' title='More spinach mom. . .'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMYDDH8S6KI/AAAAAAAAA1A/y4P-SUtbdZk/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-8516870152822072121</id><published>2008-09-08T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:57:03.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People make me laugh. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMWUetXo22I/AAAAAAAAA0s/GP2AMc-BPT8/s1600-h/Annoyed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMWUetXo22I/AAAAAAAAA0s/GP2AMc-BPT8/s320/Annoyed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243760596438539106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, honestly maybe not laugh, more like shake my head, sigh, roll my eyes. . . &lt;br /&gt;A mailman (not our regular) just came to the door to drop off a letter. Boston just went to sleep. The door was WIDE open, I was sitting on the stairs right in front of the door in plain view of our visitor and he RINGS the doorbell. SIGH!!!! That reminded of an incident that happened a couple of weeks ago. I use the word incident because in the nursing world when something goes wrong, and I mean a BIG mistake, you fill out an incident report. In my world the word "incident" is not a good word. So, an incident happened a couple of weeks ago with a realtor (not the first, not the last- but this one made my eyes roll right out of my head). It's not uncommon for a realtor to knock on your door once and then let themselves on in, with no notice, calls or warnings. So I was upstairs putting Boston down for his nap (this is the magic moment of incidents') and someone is ringing the doorbell over and over again. AHHHHHHH!!!! I run downstairs and by this time this realtor lady is in our house yelling "hello??" over and over again. She looks at me and says " I talked to Tobias (our realtor) and wanted to  come by to see the house. He told me that I couldn't because you were putting your baby to sleep. So I thought I'd drop by just to see the backyard, so can I go and see it?". Are you kidding me???? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMWUe5fnVSI/AAAAAAAAA00/bXOTBX_qp2w/s1600-h/annoyed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMWUe5fnVSI/AAAAAAAAA00/bXOTBX_qp2w/s320/annoyed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243760599693219106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-8516870152822072121?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8516870152822072121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=8516870152822072121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8516870152822072121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8516870152822072121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/people-make-me-laugh.html' title='People make me laugh. . .'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SMWUetXo22I/AAAAAAAAA0s/GP2AMc-BPT8/s72-c/Annoyed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-5917181870082628276</id><published>2008-09-01T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:20:18.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair I am!</title><content type='html'>Every time I get my hair cut I ask Miah what he thinks I should do. His reply for the past 4 years - cut it shorter. I'm a wuss and would never do it. Well, I finally did something really different (for me). I like it a lot. I will probably grow it back out because I love having long hair, but it will be fun while I have it. Thanks Aubrey for being the best hairstylist ever. She's the only one I would ever let cut my hair this short (hey, it's short to me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzJfz3eo8I/AAAAAAAAAyY/-4EgHA7Gxqk/s1600-h/IMG_2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzJfz3eo8I/AAAAAAAAAyY/-4EgHA7Gxqk/s320/IMG_2967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241285614688445378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzJgcH9pmI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Aydc1bGa4vI/s1600-h/IMG_2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzJgcH9pmI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Aydc1bGa4vI/s320/IMG_2968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241285625495004770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-5917181870082628276?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5917181870082628276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=5917181870082628276' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5917181870082628276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5917181870082628276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/hair-i-am.html' title='Hair I am!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzJfz3eo8I/AAAAAAAAAyY/-4EgHA7Gxqk/s72-c/IMG_2967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-6515106354460366090</id><published>2008-09-01T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:23:01.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George</title><content type='html'>We went to St. George this past weekend for Miah's Birthday and had a ton of fun with family! Here is the proof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miah w/ 2 of his 4 brothers barely fitting on the bed watching. . . football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzE66y1H-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/ruKyfTpFWz4/s1600-h/IMG_2925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzE66y1H-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/ruKyfTpFWz4/s320/IMG_2925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241280582846324706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston and Conner playing Wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzE7ExAoVI/AAAAAAAAAww/Ond8UaYuhQI/s1600-h/IMG_2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzE7ExAoVI/AAAAAAAAAww/Ond8UaYuhQI/s320/IMG_2926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241280585523044690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston and Isaac having an afternoon chat on the swing. This was before we caught them chucking dirt from Granny's planters  onto the wall. I have a feeling it was all Boston's idea due to the dirt in his hair and giving Isaac instructions on how to throw more effectively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzE7qbPHfI/AAAAAAAAAw4/qxKHczNkyDg/s1600-h/IMG_2929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzE7qbPHfI/AAAAAAAAAw4/qxKHczNkyDg/s320/IMG_2929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241280595632266738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny's famous chicken alfredo pasta (to die for).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzE70piZLI/AAAAAAAAAxA/fPFO7jiUjtk/s1600-h/IMG_2931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzE70piZLI/AAAAAAAAAxA/fPFO7jiUjtk/s320/IMG_2931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241280598376604850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awsomely cool Aubs and Jedo- love you guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzE8Dz_WTI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ccvbkW7jUb4/s1600-h/IMG_2932_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzE8Dz_WTI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ccvbkW7jUb4/s320/IMG_2932_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241280602446977330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the shuttle up to Zion's. Breathtaking. . .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzDAXPlPqI/AAAAAAAAAwA/7ObhVC09rrc/s1600-h/IMG_2896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzDAXPlPqI/AAAAAAAAAwA/7ObhVC09rrc/s320/IMG_2896.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241278477359201954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river at The Temple of Sinewava. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzDBOsXfRI/AAAAAAAAAwI/zqvSAsdUJ1A/s1600-h/IMG_2905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzDBOsXfRI/AAAAAAAAAwI/zqvSAsdUJ1A/s320/IMG_2905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241278492243885330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston's rule #1. When there's water, get naked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzDBuaZIAI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/gFPDpsw4vb4/s1600-h/IMG_2907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzDBuaZIAI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/gFPDpsw4vb4/s320/IMG_2907.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241278500758429698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzDCcSEwNI/AAAAAAAAAwY/zY2C1PiVO1Q/s1600-h/IMG_2908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzDCcSEwNI/AAAAAAAAAwY/zY2C1PiVO1Q/s320/IMG_2908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241278513071571154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzDDJsutII/AAAAAAAAAwg/et910Hq4z4Y/s1600-h/IMG_2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzDDJsutII/AAAAAAAAAwg/et910Hq4z4Y/s320/IMG_2913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241278525262967938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzGMFabH_I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/gqQ5oIYnWIM/s1600-h/IMG_2936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzGMFabH_I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/gqQ5oIYnWIM/s320/IMG_2936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241281977266151410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jump. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzGM_XN4OI/AAAAAAAAAxg/hjkG2nWQT9c/s1600-h/IMG_2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzGM_XN4OI/AAAAAAAAAxg/hjkG2nWQT9c/s320/IMG_2941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241281992821956834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jump. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzGNY7ZDkI/AAAAAAAAAxo/godRTkdl5tY/s1600-h/IMG_2944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzGNY7ZDkI/AAAAAAAAAxo/godRTkdl5tY/s320/IMG_2944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241281999684570690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jump . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzGNkrt1_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/HBgPshfV3yY/s1600-h/IMG_2946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzGNkrt1_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/HBgPshfV3yY/s320/IMG_2946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241282002840049650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzIMN_T4KI/AAAAAAAAAx4/pvFm0OBodh8/s1600-h/IMG_2947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzIMN_T4KI/AAAAAAAAAx4/pvFm0OBodh8/s320/IMG_2947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241284178591604898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac rode his horse all the time and Boston had to have one too. So we made a horse out of Uncle Jason's mule golf club cover and Granny's mop. It worked perfectly and when Boston was tired of riding the horse, he'd take the head off and mop the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzGMl7Ow9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/nf6RTxf-CjY/s1600-h/IMG_2939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzGMl7Ow9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/nf6RTxf-CjY/s320/IMG_2939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241281985993688018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like getting hosed down by 2 naked little boys. Refer to Boston's #1 rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzIMsAtFEI/AAAAAAAAAyA/K8pY1HeE94M/s1600-h/IMG_2953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzIMsAtFEI/AAAAAAAAAyA/K8pY1HeE94M/s320/IMG_2953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241284186650514498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny made a yummy carrot cake with cream cheese frosting for Miah. She also made some cake cones for the kids. We love Cake!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzINKhBuTI/AAAAAAAAAyI/T8TlKOtyyR8/s1600-h/IMG_2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzINKhBuTI/AAAAAAAAAyI/T8TlKOtyyR8/s320/IMG_2955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241284194839148850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Babe. This is right after my haircut. I let Miah pick the length, since it was his birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzINQolgCI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/TO_ZEUPoZZA/s1600-h/IMG_2960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzINQolgCI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/TO_ZEUPoZZA/s320/IMG_2960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241284196481466402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-6515106354460366090?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6515106354460366090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=6515106354460366090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6515106354460366090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6515106354460366090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/st-george.html' title='St. George'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLzE66y1H-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/ruKyfTpFWz4/s72-c/IMG_2925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-5878788920794047823</id><published>2008-08-31T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:26:28.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Babylove~</title><content type='html'>Jeremiah turned 33 on August 24th. Happy Birthday, love. Thank you for being everything I have ever dreamed of and more. You are an amazing father, friend and husband. Thanks for making me laugh so hard that my sides hurt. Thanks for making life so much fun, no matter what trials it brings. You are the most selfless and compassionate person I know. You inspire me to be my best at all times. Thank you for your patience and always saying the right things and making me feel so special. You are my rock!!!! I love you. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLuBqYZdt0I/AAAAAAAAAvA/EnhUjSJyEwM/s1600-h/Miah+born+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLuBqYZdt0I/AAAAAAAAAvA/EnhUjSJyEwM/s320/Miah+born+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240925156479448898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLuBqikkoeI/AAAAAAAAAvI/e6ArFLa-uKc/s1600-h/Baby+Miah++3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLuBqikkoeI/AAAAAAAAAvI/e6ArFLa-uKc/s320/Baby+Miah++3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240925159210394082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLuBqoHqh5I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/6Okd9HSbhh0/s1600-h/Miah+age+6+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLuBqoHqh5I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/6Okd9HSbhh0/s320/Miah+age+6+22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240925160699758482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLuBq2YczaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/NVRwbD5RfdY/s1600-h/Miah+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLuBq2YczaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/NVRwbD5RfdY/s320/Miah+16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240925164528258466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLuBq7G9pYI/AAAAAAAAAvg/mz7VxSeLqrw/s1600-h/Miah+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLuBq7G9pYI/AAAAAAAAAvg/mz7VxSeLqrw/s320/Miah+24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240925165797090690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-5878788920794047823?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5878788920794047823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=5878788920794047823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5878788920794047823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5878788920794047823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-babylove.html' title='Happy Birthday Babylove~'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SLuBqYZdt0I/AAAAAAAAAvA/EnhUjSJyEwM/s72-c/Miah+born+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-3471762421918886860</id><published>2008-08-02T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:59:34.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the beginning of July ( I know, I know. . . slacker) we went to Ogden, UT to participate as a proud member in the Albiston Family Reunion. I think there were 115 people there!!!! It was a 4 day extravaganza and so much fun. The Forest Family stayed in Eden which is a valley at the base of Powder Mountain in a cabin. It was gorgeous. The first day we went to a park and did ice blocking, slip and slides, bar-b-que, and made tin can ice cream (baggie of ice cream ingredients inside a tin can packed with ice and salt - you have to shake the can for 15 min and WALLAH, ice cream). Boston ended up naked on the slip and slide and then refused to put his clothes on after. He did a nudey dance for cousin Sharla at the top of the slide. He also wanted to be the one to push everyone down the hill on their ice and on the slip and slide. I think he enjoys telling people what to do more than doing it himself. It's kind of how he runs the household. On Sunday most of us went to church (the ward tripled in size) and gave testimonies at sacrament (Boston included). It was amazingly spiritual. That evening we gathered at Bella's restaurant (owned by family members) and had a HUGE feast, a devotional and a birthday celebration for Nana's 90th (the whole reason for the get together).  Monday was a family camp day in the mountains with omelets and hot cakes for breakfast, horse shoes, hikes, bounce houses, movies, and dutch oven yumminess for dinner. 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You are so deep in thought about something at the same time that you are driving or grooming that you are going through the motions, but not quite present to the action. I experienced this (again) last night. I was getting ready for bed and something was not right. I want to make a list of things not to do while grooming (from personal experience). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Nail polish remover does not work as well as toner. You will notice a strange odor and your face will feel extremely dry. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Body lotion does not make a good conditioner. While I was in Cabo on vacation, I thought that the hotel offered the WORST       conditioner EVER. It rinsed out squeaky and didn't condition at all. It wasn't until the second time using it that I realized it wasn't bad Mexican conditioner, it was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You've heard that putting egg whites into your hair adds protein and shine, right?  Make sure you don't rinse it out with warm water or you will boil the egg in your hair. It takes a couple of washes to get out boiled egg white in hair!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my most recent experience:&lt;br /&gt;4. As well as Neosporin works on cuts and bruises it makes a horrible toothpaste. I was brushing my teeth wondering why there was no minty freshness in my mouth. At first I was worried that I lost all sensation and taste. Luckily, I still have taste and any cuts or bruises around my teeth have been properly cared for. Just in case you're wondering how I could mix up neosporin and toothpaste, I am using a toothpaste from that dentist that is just a little bit bigger than a tube of neosporin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a friend: Mascara does not make a good lip gloss (unless you happen to be goth). This particular friend sings every Sunday in front of the congregation in a band at her church. This would not have been a good look for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear any of your stories. . . or am I the only one that does this????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-6142245111470334746?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6142245111470334746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=6142245111470334746' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6142245111470334746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6142245111470334746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-not-try-this-at-home.html' title='Do not try this at home. . .'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-5069061923865629475</id><published>2008-07-25T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:49:39.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To have and to hold. . .</title><content type='html'>We had the pleasure of attending a beautiful wedding in June of one of Miah's best friend's (and now mine) Danny. It was a beautiful outdoor wedding with a decadent dessert table. The ceremony was performed by one of Danny's closest friends and was very touching. The reception was so fun. I met a lot of Miah's friends from high school and Danny and his new bride, Natalie (who looked gorgeous), give a stunning dance performance of "Baby Got Back" during their first dance. They are made for each other. We left Boston with his Granny as cousins in St. George while we ventured on up to Salt Lake for the wedding. As you can see, he didn't miss us one bit. Congratulations Danny and Natalie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILPWIO9LyI/AAAAAAAAAss/t31KvV2t2oc/s1600-h/IMG_2613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILPWIO9LyI/AAAAAAAAAss/t31KvV2t2oc/s320/IMG_2613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966496777482018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILPXVq01WI/AAAAAAAAAs0/V9tNg2vvjY0/s1600-h/IMG_2617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILPXVq01WI/AAAAAAAAAs0/V9tNg2vvjY0/s320/IMG_2617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966517563905378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILPYENSrAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/KOUpgjT0gyw/s1600-h/IMG_2619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILPYENSrAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/KOUpgjT0gyw/s320/IMG_2619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966530056498178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILPYeETycI/AAAAAAAAAtE/dj73YRbsM2w/s1600-h/IMG_2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILPYeETycI/AAAAAAAAAtE/dj73YRbsM2w/s320/IMG_2625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966536998144450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-5069061923865629475?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5069061923865629475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=5069061923865629475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5069061923865629475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5069061923865629475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/dannys-wedding.html' title='To have and to hold. . .'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILPWIO9LyI/AAAAAAAAAss/t31KvV2t2oc/s72-c/IMG_2613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-3785585269967982899</id><published>2008-07-23T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:36:24.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston makes his debut</title><content type='html'>I'm still way behind in posts, but I can't help but post this right now. Boston and I went to the OC Fair yesterday and I FINALLY caught him and his crazy dance moves on video. B was trying to copy this African Dance Troupe. Some things I didn't get on film was him trying to do a hand stand and the limbo. At the end of the video you'll see his hand out. I was holding onto his shirt so that he'd stay back and he was leaning forward with both of his hands out. If I would've let go, he would've landed on his face. I had some people come up to me afterward and say that they didn't know which was more fun, watching the performance or Boston trying to copy the performance.  I love this little man so much. He makes life so much fun!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJvkigEPP1k"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJvkigEPP1k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-3785585269967982899?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3785585269967982899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=3785585269967982899' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3785585269967982899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3785585269967982899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/boston-makes-his-debut.html' title='Boston makes his debut'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-541600065114190269</id><published>2008-07-19T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:34:54.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston Armstrong</title><content type='html'>The Boss saw dad riding his bike and wanted to try. So here he is ready for the Tour de Block. He also got dad's gloves and hat and wanted to use them with his scooter. So glad he's using safety gear this early. Maybe I should think about getting him some that actually fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILO7Dy0dKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/uCJhHggQQkM/s1600-h/IMG_2604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILO7Dy0dKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/uCJhHggQQkM/s320/IMG_2604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966031729259682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILO7fGVkII/AAAAAAAAAsU/KpyXWDQArJQ/s1600-h/IMG_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILO7fGVkII/AAAAAAAAAsU/KpyXWDQArJQ/s320/IMG_2605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966039058878594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILO7vuGnCI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_5_eme_pb_k/s1600-h/IMG_3282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILO7vuGnCI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_5_eme_pb_k/s320/IMG_3282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966043520637986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILO76XoYSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Yi3VDXRbNiE/s1600-h/IMG_3284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILO76XoYSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Yi3VDXRbNiE/s320/IMG_3284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966046379172130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-541600065114190269?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/541600065114190269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=541600065114190269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/541600065114190269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/541600065114190269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/boston-armstrong.html' title='Boston Armstrong'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILO7Dy0dKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/uCJhHggQQkM/s72-c/IMG_2604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-4848737735969621602</id><published>2008-07-19T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:25:13.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanaka Farms</title><content type='html'>Boston and I took a tour of a family farm in the area that grows everything organically. They are a Japanese family that have been using the same farming techniques for generations. They take you in a tractor around the farm and you get to sample some of the fresh vegetables. We had green onions, romaine lettuce, carrots, and then picked and ate as many strawberries as we could!!!! The freshly picked veggies were so good. Very different than what you buy in the stores. Boston tried everything!!! He is very good about chewing up veggies, swallowing them is a very different story. He ate about 10 carrots, but spit out each bite after chewing it up. What a stinker. We were given a basket to fill up with strawberries to take home with us. I would put a berry in the basket and Boston would take it out and eat it. I never got more than 3 berries in my basket at a time. We did that until he was full of berries, inside and out. Unfortunately, my camera broke as soon as we reached the berry fields, so I don't have any pictures :( I do have some after pics, though. He was BY FAR the messiest child in the group. Berry juice all over his face, shirt, pants, back and bum (don't ask me how he managed that). It was so fun that I think we'll go back for watermelon season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILOW6PAaTI/AAAAAAAAArk/TGpuSWtAN1M/s1600-h/IMG_2592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILOW6PAaTI/AAAAAAAAArk/TGpuSWtAN1M/s320/IMG_2592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224965410687838514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILOXANRffI/AAAAAAAAArs/bgnD4q3pew4/s1600-h/IMG_2595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILOXANRffI/AAAAAAAAArs/bgnD4q3pew4/s320/IMG_2595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224965412291182066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILOXkfTnrI/AAAAAAAAAr0/1dX3Vm-_E_o/s1600-h/IMG_2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILOXkfTnrI/AAAAAAAAAr0/1dX3Vm-_E_o/s320/IMG_2596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224965422030495410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conked out in the car. I already cleaned his arms, legs and face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILOX4gxocI/AAAAAAAAAr8/i7KvCcITGIc/s1600-h/IMG_2600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILOX4gxocI/AAAAAAAAAr8/i7KvCcITGIc/s320/IMG_2600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224965427405365698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture does not even come close to showing how messy his back was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILOYHtypyI/AAAAAAAAAsE/VfDwfTeVRzo/s1600-h/IMG_3286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILOYHtypyI/AAAAAAAAAsE/VfDwfTeVRzo/s320/IMG_3286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224965431486490402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-4848737735969621602?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4848737735969621602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=4848737735969621602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4848737735969621602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4848737735969621602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/tanaka-farms.html' title='Tanaka Farms'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SILOW6PAaTI/AAAAAAAAArk/TGpuSWtAN1M/s72-c/IMG_2592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-5254969083055433613</id><published>2008-07-14T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:07:03.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Cabo! Darby Family Vacation.</title><content type='html'>Every year the Darby clan goes on a family vacation. This year was Cabo!!! We always try to choose somewhere we've never been or haven't been for quite awhile. This is one of the "never been to" places. We stayed at an all-inclusive resort (meaning eat as much as you can until your bathing suit becomes a tourniquet) . It was similar to a cruise, without the boat. They had nightly shows and different themed dinners. &lt;br /&gt;Our days mainly went like this: Wake up at . . .whenever. Get dressed in bathing suit. Go eat breakfast. Swim in pool, waterpark or beach. Eat lunch. Take nap. Swim. Eat dinner. Watch show or live music. Go to bed. Repeat for 7 days. &lt;br /&gt;We did a couple of extra things like a boat ride to Los Cabos, snorkeling, and explored downtown Cabo. It was so fun just to be with family day in and day out. Boston got used to this schedule fairly quickly. He also became very popular with the ladies. He loved to flirt with the lounge singer and would usually be the only one on the dance floor dancing. Than he met Paige. She was about 14. After his first dance with her, he followed her all over the place. At the pool, at dinner, etc. Then he met a girl from England. She worked there and took him on a congo line and he danced with her for a bit. I'm sure Paige was ok with that. I think he partied more than anyone else. 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Darby Family Vacation.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-7550967906106178163</id><published>2008-07-12T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:19:16.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoah. . .where did the time go???</title><content type='html'>So, I'm about a month and a half behind on the haps in this blog. YIKES!!!! Here's what you have to look forward to as I catch up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Darby family vacation to Cabo (beginning of June)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Boston and mom at Tanaka Farms (mid June)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Boston Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Granny's house with the cousins in St. George and The Kemp Wedding ( late June)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The STICK&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Train ride to San Clemente Pier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Albiston Family Reunion in Northern UT (beginning of July)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Clam Bake (mid July. . . actually it's tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is really for my own benefit. I needed an outline to go off of to organize my future posts (yes, I have type A tendencies- and proud of it). I'm trying to remember all the details of each event as I outline this, but my brain is mush. Becky, I promise that I will have something soon ( and I was so excited to see a comment from you, even if it was a plea to post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-7550967906106178163?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7550967906106178163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=7550967906106178163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7550967906106178163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7550967906106178163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/whoah-where-did-time-go.html' title='Whoah. . .where did the time go???'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-7171169734251509358</id><published>2008-06-27T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:06:07.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forestaplis 500</title><content type='html'>This is our new fun past time. It's a bit hard on the bum, but so much fun. We have 3 of these toddler cars (don't ask) and Boston recruited our friend (adult friend) Whitney and I doing this the other night. We were all cracking up because you go sooo fast on these things. Either we are bored or easily entertained. I'm sure it's the latter one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGXFkwhijeI/AAAAAAAAArM/Omimm-ki8Us/s1600-h/IMG_2501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGXFkwhijeI/AAAAAAAAArM/Omimm-ki8Us/s320/IMG_2501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216792978670128610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GO DAD GO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGXFlRqLwJI/AAAAAAAAArU/6JMhb08aOsY/s1600-h/IMG_2503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGXFlRqLwJI/AAAAAAAAArU/6JMhb08aOsY/s320/IMG_2503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216792987564753042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGXFluN-z9I/AAAAAAAAArc/qGeK9r6hbOI/s1600-h/IMG_2504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGXFluN-z9I/AAAAAAAAArc/qGeK9r6hbOI/s320/IMG_2504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216792995231092690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-7171169734251509358?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7171169734251509358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=7171169734251509358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7171169734251509358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7171169734251509358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/forestaplis-500.html' title='Forestaplis 500'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGXFkwhijeI/AAAAAAAAArM/Omimm-ki8Us/s72-c/IMG_2501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-3145176784137718408</id><published>2008-06-27T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:58:08.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kianna's Birthday</title><content type='html'>We had the pleasure of attending the birthday party for our friend's daughter, Kianna. They had it at a gymnatics center. I was so busy playing with the kids on the equipment that I forgot to take pictures. The dad's were having as much, if not more, fun as the kids. Boston was able to keep up with all of the older kids and wore himself out. It was so much fun and a GREAT place to have a party!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGXCkTj7GzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Dat48nXyc2Y/s1600-h/IMG_2481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGXCkTj7GzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Dat48nXyc2Y/s320/IMG_2481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216789672360614706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGXCk9WbunI/AAAAAAAAAq8/iFnDki5paDM/s1600-h/IMG_2487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGXCk9WbunI/AAAAAAAAAq8/iFnDki5paDM/s320/IMG_2487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216789683578321522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boston would jump off of this ledge into the foam pit only holding one of dad's hands. The older kids were amazed. The picture makes it look like dad is helping B more than he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGXDHnMXrqI/AAAAAAAAArE/fikRY1GahwU/s1600-h/IMG_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGXDHnMXrqI/AAAAAAAAArE/fikRY1GahwU/s320/IMG_2492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216790278925954722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The festivities. Happy Birthday Kianna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-3145176784137718408?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3145176784137718408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=3145176784137718408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3145176784137718408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3145176784137718408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/kiannas-birthday.html' title='Kianna&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGXCkTj7GzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Dat48nXyc2Y/s72-c/IMG_2481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-4282592183959391508</id><published>2008-06-27T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:46:42.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Woods, meet Mr. Forest</title><content type='html'>I think Boston could totally be a pro-golfer. I mean he already has the name to fit in right after Tiger (if you like the "tree" theme).  This was Boston's first time at mini golf. He practices at home with a spatula, drumstick, bat, (whatever he can find) on all sizes of balls. We thought we should show him what "real" golf was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGW-Tks2GwI/AAAAAAAAAqM/lfAuVQX_W6E/s1600-h/IMG_2467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGW-Tks2GwI/AAAAAAAAAqM/lfAuVQX_W6E/s320/IMG_2467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216784986857151234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could do this with my eyes closed. . . or with the putter upside down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGW-T78yM5I/AAAAAAAAAqU/gIt7oswq92Q/s1600-h/IMG_2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGW-T78yM5I/AAAAAAAAAqU/gIt7oswq92Q/s320/IMG_2469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216784993098019730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little lesson from dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGW-U0ylczI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ye946m-j0GE/s1600-h/IMG_2471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGW-U0ylczI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ye946m-j0GE/s320/IMG_2471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216785008356062002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know, it's so much easier to just put the ball right next to the hole and putt it in instead of bothering with hitting it from so far away. I think I'll do it on every hole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGW-VOAgE2I/AAAAAAAAAqk/TIU5GdlWhdE/s1600-h/IMG_2474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGW-VOAgE2I/AAAAAAAAAqk/TIU5GdlWhdE/s320/IMG_2474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216785015125316450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family pic. Just so you know mom was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGW-VoAqEOI/AAAAAAAAAqs/pqdF5s__2xA/s1600-h/IMG_2476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGW-VoAqEOI/AAAAAAAAAqs/pqdF5s__2xA/s320/IMG_2476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216785022105293026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad, dad I got it. Go sit down and let me do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-4282592183959391508?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4282592183959391508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=4282592183959391508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4282592183959391508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4282592183959391508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/mr-woods-meet-mr-forest.html' title='Mr. Woods, meet Mr. Forest'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SGW-Tks2GwI/AAAAAAAAAqM/lfAuVQX_W6E/s72-c/IMG_2467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-1797749173402708524</id><published>2008-05-31T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:49:10.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap them up, I'll take 'em both</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SEI4JVds81I/AAAAAAAAApk/5McbT7qfAqE/s1600-h/IMG_2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SEI4JVds81I/AAAAAAAAApk/5McbT7qfAqE/s320/IMG_2453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206785852225418066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SEI4J1ds82I/AAAAAAAAAps/-HhDMgeGMXg/s1600-h/IMG_2454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SEI4J1ds82I/AAAAAAAAAps/-HhDMgeGMXg/s320/IMG_2454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206785860815352674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-1797749173402708524?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1797749173402708524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=1797749173402708524' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1797749173402708524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1797749173402708524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/wrap-them-up-ill-take-em-both.html' title='Wrap them up, I&apos;ll take &apos;em both'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SEI4JVds81I/AAAAAAAAApk/5McbT7qfAqE/s72-c/IMG_2453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-2846448558428544558</id><published>2008-05-25T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:34:41.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston turns 2!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday little buddyyyyyyy. Happy Birthday to you!!! YAY!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston turned 2 on May 26th. It's awesome having a fun and busy 2 year old (except that I have to pay for plane tickets now for him. . . ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held a combined park and pizza birthday party for him and his friend Chloe (last week) who was born on the same day. Her mom, Debbie, and I worked out together while pregnant and had a combined baby shower. It was only fitting that they were born on the same day (not planned) and have combined birthdays. We'll invite you all to their wedding in about 20 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston opening his package from Nana. He decided it would be way fun to take out the peanuts one at a time with tongs. This only lasted for about 5 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoh7lds8tI/AAAAAAAAAn4/-n2BUXV9pqk/s1600-h/IMG_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoh7lds8tI/AAAAAAAAAn4/-n2BUXV9pqk/s320/IMG_2392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204509626932720338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, make me a balloon animal ("Make me a bicycle, clown"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoh8Vds8uI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8WpJaQmMg-k/s1600-h/IMG_2394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoh8Vds8uI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8WpJaQmMg-k/s320/IMG_2394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204509639817622242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B has a frosting mustache from trying to dig into the cake . . . and he hates the hat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoh9Fds8vI/AAAAAAAAAoI/IT4QVQ6WT1o/s1600-h/IMG_2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoh9Fds8vI/AAAAAAAAAoI/IT4QVQ6WT1o/s320/IMG_2395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204509652702524146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to blow out the candles? B practiced a ton at that fancy dinner party last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoh9Vds8wI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/38H-iXMnDAI/s1600-h/IMG_2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoh9Vds8wI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/38H-iXMnDAI/s320/IMG_2401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204509656997491458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoh9lds8xI/AAAAAAAAAoY/5Rv8i81ZCgU/s1600-h/IMG_2403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoh9lds8xI/AAAAAAAAAoY/5Rv8i81ZCgU/s320/IMG_2403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204509661292458770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston feel asleep in the car on the way home. Way too partied out!! When he woke up at midnight (yep, he did) we decided it would be a good time open presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoiV1ds8yI/AAAAAAAAAog/WYOObgx-NjU/s1600-h/IMG_2404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoiV1ds8yI/AAAAAAAAAog/WYOObgx-NjU/s320/IMG_2404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204510077904286498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all of this loot. Thank you everyone for the great gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoiWVds8zI/AAAAAAAAAoo/NBtbk039JUc/s1600-h/IMG_2423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoiWVds8zI/AAAAAAAAAoo/NBtbk039JUc/s320/IMG_2423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204510086494221106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning. Cheese!! By the way. We didn't plan on him being shirtless in all the pictures. We do dress him, I swear.  He just always wanted them off when the camera came out to show off his muscles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoiW1ds80I/AAAAAAAAAow/uJaqdCWtv2Q/s1600-h/IMG_2425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoiW1ds80I/AAAAAAAAAow/uJaqdCWtv2Q/s320/IMG_2425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204510095084155714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-2846448558428544558?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2846448558428544558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=2846448558428544558' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2846448558428544558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2846448558428544558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/boston-turns-2.html' title='Boston turns 2!!!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoh7lds8tI/AAAAAAAAAn4/-n2BUXV9pqk/s72-c/IMG_2392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-1445089607708980062</id><published>2008-05-25T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:24:49.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boss man</title><content type='html'>My mom is tired of hearing about me and wants to see more pictures of her grandson. : )&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny a nana news of her grandbabies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston tried to feed the geese at the park. He would run after them, throw the bread at them, pick the bread up, run after them, throw the bread at them, etc. &lt;br /&gt;The geese didn't like being chased and bread thrown at them. It was difficult teaching a 2 year old how to stand still and throw the bread TO the geese and wait until they came to the bread. Too much waiting for a little guy. But in the end, we prevailed and he successfully fed the geese.  What a fun day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoKRlds8jI/AAAAAAAAAmo/cTBiX_xo5pU/s1600-h/IMG_2381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoKRlds8jI/AAAAAAAAAmo/cTBiX_xo5pU/s320/IMG_2381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204483616610775602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoKSFds8kI/AAAAAAAAAmw/1s482tpD8B4/s1600-h/IMG_2376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoKSFds8kI/AAAAAAAAAmw/1s482tpD8B4/s320/IMG_2376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204483625200710210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoKSVds8lI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Bb_NUQu91vY/s1600-h/IMG_2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoKSVds8lI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Bb_NUQu91vY/s320/IMG_2383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204483629495677522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoKS1ds8mI/AAAAAAAAAnA/iFeuL68BCnU/s1600-h/IMG_2382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoKS1ds8mI/AAAAAAAAAnA/iFeuL68BCnU/s320/IMG_2382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204483638085612130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoKTFds8nI/AAAAAAAAAnI/R7S00v0dzt4/s1600-h/IMG_2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoKTFds8nI/AAAAAAAAAnI/R7S00v0dzt4/s320/IMG_2387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204483642380579442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-1445089607708980062?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1445089607708980062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=1445089607708980062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1445089607708980062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1445089607708980062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/boss-man.html' title='The Boss man'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDoKRlds8jI/AAAAAAAAAmo/cTBiX_xo5pU/s72-c/IMG_2381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-3352134503125886471</id><published>2008-05-25T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:13:54.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my camera?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDnkllds8iI/AAAAAAAAAmg/k1EzimNYiGY/s1600-h/DSLRA200K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDnkllds8iI/AAAAAAAAAmg/k1EzimNYiGY/s320/DSLRA200K.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204442178766303778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm  a "blogger" there are a lot of instances where I wish I had my camera so I could post the picture and write about it. Last night tops any time that has ever happened (I have a serious problem). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had this dream. It was a weird one, which most of mine are. It combined the book that I'm reading with my new addictive game I'm playing. I was in this courtyard with a lot of people and there was this guy named TOV (a screen name of a player in a game I played online. You can chat as you play). He was  a little creepy and was texting me over and over (like we were chatting on the game). All of the sudden all of these "birds" came flying overhead and landing in the courtyard. They were shiny stuffed animal bird things (I'm reading The Notebook and just finished the part where they row a boat where hundreds of swan have migrated). All I remember thinking was that I wish I had my camera to take pictures of these birds to post on my blog!!!! I found my phone and took pictures with that. When I woke up this morning I wanted to find my phone to post the pics. The birds were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason the pictures aren't on my camera phone.  I swore I took them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-3352134503125886471?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3352134503125886471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=3352134503125886471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3352134503125886471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3352134503125886471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/wheres-my-camera.html' title='Where&apos;s my camera?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDnkllds8iI/AAAAAAAAAmg/k1EzimNYiGY/s72-c/DSLRA200K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-7473250831534732867</id><published>2008-05-21T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:58:18.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDUXZ1ds8gI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ZEebdzj3UZI/s1600-h/pic268839_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDUXZ1ds8gI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ZEebdzj3UZI/s320/pic268839_t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203090677112304130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDUXaFds8hI/AAAAAAAAAmY/orJAeWpY92Q/s1600-h/250px-Settlers_of_Catan_-_standard_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDUXaFds8hI/AAAAAAAAAmY/orJAeWpY92Q/s320/250px-Settlers_of_Catan_-_standard_map.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203090681407271442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Jessica and I'm an addict. I was introduced to Catan by my friend's Mr. and Mrs. Fish (I won't use their real names for confidentiality purposes). I gave into peer pressure and now cannot stop.  I don't eat, sleep, or spend time with my family anymore, unless they are online playing. I love the feelings of suspense and excitement that it makes me feel. I've only been a player for 2 days and my last game was 20 minutes ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you guys like board games, this one is great!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-7473250831534732867?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7473250831534732867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=7473250831534732867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7473250831534732867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7473250831534732867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-addiction.html' title='My new addiction'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SDUXZ1ds8gI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ZEebdzj3UZI/s72-c/pic268839_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-6359459042025404201</id><published>2008-05-17T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:40:35.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dinner Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SC01G0h1nxI/AAAAAAAAAmI/YuPcLMLoDjg/s1600-h/placesetting250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SC01G0h1nxI/AAAAAAAAAmI/YuPcLMLoDjg/s320/placesetting250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200871535978848018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love husbands and their "planning". We attended, what I thought was supposed to be, a casual dinner Friday night to meet his friend Josh's new girlfriend. The plans (between the guys) were made Friday afternoon. On the way up to I asked Jeremiah if he was sure it wasn't a fancy dinner party and that we should've gotten a babysitter. He said that Josh made it sound casual and Miah didn't ask any questions (too late now). Low and behold, it was a home cooked gourmet dressed up dinner party with wine and cocktails and about 12 people (who all got sitters). I don't remember the last time I was that uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston did well except for a few minor things. &lt;br /&gt;He tried to blow out all of the candles that were lit all over the house.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He ate the chips and dip appetizer with the boys, but I caught him spitting out the bites he didn't like all over the beautiful dinner table settings (luckily it was empty and everyone else was busy eating appetizers and talking that no one noticed- and I did clean it up). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he insisted eating his noodles (that I brought for him) at the table, in his own chair. Jeremiah and I had to share a chair. That's our own fault for bringing him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't think that the minute we got there we didn't want to turn around and run home. But thanks to Josh and his new girlfriend and all of her friends, they made us feel comfortable and not too embarrassed that we brought our 2 year old. It was still a fun evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear some of your funny "husband planning" stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-6359459042025404201?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6359459042025404201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=6359459042025404201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6359459042025404201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6359459042025404201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/dinner-party.html' title='The Dinner Party'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SC01G0h1nxI/AAAAAAAAAmI/YuPcLMLoDjg/s72-c/placesetting250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-6515818113633399149</id><published>2008-05-16T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:36:46.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Babysitter</title><content type='html'>This morning we got a knock on the door. You never know who it's going to when you're showing your house because realtors seem to enjoy showing up unannounced claiming that they left a message with your realtor. "Oh, you didn't know we were coming, we left a message 10 minutes ago. Can we just come in take a look since we're already here?"  I normally don't mind if they don't mind stepping over toys and looking past the laundry and dish piles. I used to keep the house in "showing" condition all the time for moments like this, but I'm SO OVER IT!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning's knock took me off guard. I answered the door with Boston in my arms and the realtor looked at me and said &lt;br /&gt;"Hi, we want to buy a house in this area and would like to see your  backyard. Are your parents at home? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Um . . . what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realtor: Are your parent's at home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I had no idea what to say. I couldn't figure out why she would want to talk to my parents (who are in NM, by the way. Then I remembered another realtor who came by a month ago who said she thought I was the teenage babysitter until she saw the wedding pictures of me around the house). So I told the realtor that I was the owner of the home and she side cocked her head and looked at me and asked if they could come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should cut my hair. They say shorter hair makes you look older. Or wear more make up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-6515818113633399149?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6515818113633399149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=6515818113633399149' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6515818113633399149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6515818113633399149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/teenage-babysitter.html' title='Teenage Babysitter'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-2470228542669991869</id><published>2008-05-14T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:42:03.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family loses 2 year old at airport. . . WHAT?</title><content type='html'>So this has always been a fear of mine (losing a child) but never thought it could ever happen like this. Maybe I'm a little anal, but you'd be darn sure that I'd know where my 2 year old was. They didn't know that the child was missing until the airport security notified them on the plane. . . in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the title to see the article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-2470228542669991869?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://information.travel.aol.com/article/news-feeds/_a/forgotten-baby-left-behind-at-vancouver/20080514091909990001?ncid=AOLCOMMtravdynlsec0145&amp;icid=100214839x1202087766x1200089779' title='Family loses 2 year old at airport. . . WHAT?'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://information.travel.aol.com/article/news-feeds/_a/forgotten-baby-left-behind-at-vancouver/20080514091909990001?ncid=AOLCOMMtravdynlsec0145&amp;icid=100214839x1202087766x1200089779' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2470228542669991869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=2470228542669991869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2470228542669991869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2470228542669991869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/family-loses-2-year-old-at-airport-what.html' title='Family loses 2 year old at airport. . . WHAT?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-2592451946622188396</id><published>2008-05-14T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:19:16.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston's Baby</title><content type='html'>So Boston LOVES babies. He also loves his friends Emi and Chloe (who he also calls Emi because he can't say Chloe). Chloe loves her baby dolls and always has one with her and wraps it up in blankets. Boston knows that Chloe loves her baby and if she leaves one behind Boston is right behind her with it saying "Emi baby, Emi baby". Last night we found "bear" and I told him that it was his baby. He took very good care of his baby (who he calls baby) this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was showing Jeremiah the pictures of Boston and his baby and he says "Can we just call it a bear and put him in a football jersey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Boston has also learned how to smile for the camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SCsqXEh1nrI/AAAAAAAAAlY/VhQM8NtP1o4/s1600-h/IMG_2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SCsqXEh1nrI/AAAAAAAAAlY/VhQM8NtP1o4/s400/IMG_2353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200296770570395314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SCsqXkh1nsI/AAAAAAAAAlg/EadX_u52tiQ/s1600-h/IMG_2359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SCsqXkh1nsI/AAAAAAAAAlg/EadX_u52tiQ/s400/IMG_2359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200296779160329922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SCsqYEh1ntI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3vrgt6Q0JXw/s1600-h/IMG_2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SCsqYEh1ntI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3vrgt6Q0JXw/s400/IMG_2366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200296787750264530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SCsqYUh1nuI/AAAAAAAAAlw/sP7umpcXDvc/s1600-h/IMG_2362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SCsqYUh1nuI/AAAAAAAAAlw/sP7umpcXDvc/s400/IMG_2362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200296792045231842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SCsqYkh1nvI/AAAAAAAAAl4/MZ4N9VdnUL4/s1600-h/IMG_2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SCsqYkh1nvI/AAAAAAAAAl4/MZ4N9VdnUL4/s400/IMG_2365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200296796340199154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-2592451946622188396?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2592451946622188396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=2592451946622188396' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2592451946622188396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2592451946622188396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/bostons-baby.html' title='Boston&apos;s Baby'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SCsqXEh1nrI/AAAAAAAAAlY/VhQM8NtP1o4/s72-c/IMG_2353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-7777563133235372972</id><published>2008-05-08T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:30:33.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want Amen</title><content type='html'>Jeremiah was taking Boston with him to the gym and they were in the car getting ready to go. Boston is shouting to dad "I want amen, I want amen". So Miah says a prayer in the car so Boston can say AAAAAAAMEEEEEN! They arrived to the gym safely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-7777563133235372972?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7777563133235372972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=7777563133235372972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7777563133235372972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7777563133235372972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want-amen.html' title='I want Amen'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-5656795724256535232</id><published>2008-05-02T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:23:11.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: Time-out</title><content type='html'>Jeremiah told me his time-out story today and I have to write it down. Miah was trying to change squirmies diaper and he wouldn't sit still so Miah told him that if he didn't sit still he would have to go to time-out. So Boston, being the obedient squirt that he is, complied and let Miah change his diaper. As soon as Miah was done Boston gets up and goes running for time-out. Miah tells him that he doesn't have to go and so Boston starts to come back and then Miah tells him that he only had to go to time-out if he didn't listen. As soon as Boston heard that word, he went booking it back to the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we have him trained or what????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He either LOVES time-out or he's just the sweetest little guy in the whole world and listens to his parents. I think it's the latter :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-5656795724256535232?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5656795724256535232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=5656795724256535232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5656795724256535232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5656795724256535232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/update-time-out.html' title='Update: Time-out'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-7497122726883123443</id><published>2008-05-01T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:25:24.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time-Out</title><content type='html'>I noticed that Boston drew on the couch with a red crayon (last week it was green). So I had him look at the mark with me and explained that it was a no-no. I was reminding him that he went to time-out last time because he kept doing it and not listening to me and proceeded to ask him if he wanted to go to time-out again. He looks at me and nods his head yes and I watch as he walks over to the corner and stands there and faces the corner. I wasn't actually going to put him in time-out but was giving him a warning. My heart melted as I sat behind him as he stood himself in the corner and he would look over his shoulder every few seconds with nothing but love in his eyes. All I wanted to do was give him a hug and tell him how much I love him, so that's what I did!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he got himself out of a punishment by punishing himself and I wouldn't be surprised if he was using reverse psychology on me. He's a smart little boy and knows his mom too well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-7497122726883123443?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7497122726883123443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=7497122726883123443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7497122726883123443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7497122726883123443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-out.html' title='Time-Out'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-2482236610948435245</id><published>2008-04-24T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:51:05.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beach bums</title><content type='html'>I LOVE taking pictures at the beach. Here are some from our latest excursion at one of the most beautiful beaches I've been to in California. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBQUKTHORKI/AAAAAAAAAlE/w1mSq_P8kcA/s1600-h/IMG_3241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBQUKTHORKI/AAAAAAAAAlE/w1mSq_P8kcA/s320/IMG_3241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193798437426840738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDuqzHOREI/AAAAAAAAAkU/5ONSZImcp8c/s1600-h/IMG_3265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDuqzHOREI/AAAAAAAAAkU/5ONSZImcp8c/s320/IMG_3265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192912789400601666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDurzHORFI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HCXYgju-gFo/s1600-h/IMG_3276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDurzHORFI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HCXYgju-gFo/s320/IMG_3276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192912806580470866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDuujHORGI/AAAAAAAAAkk/TvCcYARBTiI/s1600-h/IMG_3239_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDuujHORGI/AAAAAAAAAkk/TvCcYARBTiI/s320/IMG_3239_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192912853825111138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDuvTHORHI/AAAAAAAAAks/mJEJxjj8K3o/s1600-h/IMG_3275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDuvTHORHI/AAAAAAAAAks/mJEJxjj8K3o/s320/IMG_3275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192912866710013042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDuwTHORII/AAAAAAAAAk0/dElWh_bhZCo/s1600-h/IMG_3256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDuwTHORII/AAAAAAAAAk0/dElWh_bhZCo/s320/IMG_3256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192912883889882242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDtWjHOQ_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/QAA9yVIuVvs/s1600-h/IMG_3270_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDtWjHOQ_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/QAA9yVIuVvs/s320/IMG_3270_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192911341996622834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDtXTHORAI/AAAAAAAAAj0/tgNLcyU9MyA/s1600-h/IMG_3274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDtXTHORAI/AAAAAAAAAj0/tgNLcyU9MyA/s320/IMG_3274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192911354881524738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDtZDHORBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VrGFz618s7I/s1600-h/IMG_3273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDtZDHORBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VrGFz618s7I/s320/IMG_3273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192911384946295826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDtaTHORCI/AAAAAAAAAkE/c1IElL1MJTs/s1600-h/IMG_3246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDtaTHORCI/AAAAAAAAAkE/c1IElL1MJTs/s320/IMG_3246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192911406421132322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDtcDHORDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xykKzNDzr7s/s1600-h/IMG_3266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDtcDHORDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xykKzNDzr7s/s320/IMG_3266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192911436485903410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-2482236610948435245?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2482236610948435245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=2482236610948435245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2482236610948435245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2482236610948435245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/beach-bums.html' title='The beach bums'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBQUKTHORKI/AAAAAAAAAlE/w1mSq_P8kcA/s72-c/IMG_3241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-8088762182882197411</id><published>2008-04-24T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:29:09.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of my favorite things</title><content type='html'>Newport Beach is becoming one of my favorite places for daytrips. Besides having 2 very awesome friends who live there, there is some really cool stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDoaTHOQ4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/QYVj19mF9ro/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDoaTHOQ4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/QYVj19mF9ro/s320/logo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192905908862993282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDobTHOQ5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/9NeUqQ_NpHc/s1600-h/gifts_tray-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDobTHOQ5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/9NeUqQ_NpHc/s320/gifts_tray-image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192905926042862482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? My favorite is the dark chocolate cupcake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDocDHOQ6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/vU0t3YeyoSI/s1600-h/swirls06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDocDHOQ6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/vU0t3YeyoSI/s320/swirls06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192905938927764386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kid's room at Swirls Frozen Yogurt. It is similar to Pinkberry (which I sampled for the first time today, but didn't like the flavors- all they had was original, coffee and green tea). The flavors at Swirls include  Mango Passion Fruit, Blueberry (my fav), green tea. original and a rotating flavor. The one's I've tried are pineapple and green apple (another fav). So fresh and just SO GOOD!!!! Don't you just love this room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SA90HzHOQ0I/AAAAAAAAAiU/_c7y5DjziTY/s1600-h/boca-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SA90HzHOQ0I/AAAAAAAAAiU/_c7y5DjziTY/s320/boca-sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192496572709880642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art-o-mat machines are retired cigarette vending machines that have been converted to vend art. There are 82 active machines in various locations throughout the country. You pay $5 and receive a token to put in the machine. Then you can choose your piece of art by the artist. You never know what you are going to get. Very cool! And. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBNwNDHORJI/AAAAAAAAAk8/cwOfzkh-g5A/s1600-h/l.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBNwNDHORJI/AAAAAAAAAk8/cwOfzkh-g5A/s320/l.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193618164764525714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the art-o-mat is located. It's called the Living Room Salon and Gallery. What a great concept. This picture is of the front desk in the lobby (which resembles a living room and displays works of art). Very cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-8088762182882197411?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8088762182882197411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=8088762182882197411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8088762182882197411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8088762182882197411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A few of my favorite things'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDoaTHOQ4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/QYVj19mF9ro/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-722737113399688896</id><published>2008-04-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:55:15.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak at Designer, Boston Forest's new trend.</title><content type='html'>Our photographers caught the hot new fashion designer, Boston Forest, as he was leaving his home wearing his one of his new designs. He has been reported to be the "one to watch" and fashionistas all over the world are keeping a close eye on his designs. Reviewers call him trendy, edgy but with a style that will stay (especially among the younger ages).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDrdDHOQ7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/JOkprk2uIlw/s1600-h/IMG_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDrdDHOQ7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/JOkprk2uIlw/s320/IMG_2345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192909254642516914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because his designs haven't officially been launched yet (his tour starts the end of June) you can see that he has tried hard to escape the spotlight. These rare photos only give us a glimpse of what is to come in the fashion world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDrdzHOQ8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/zgTno0bmiu8/s1600-h/IMG_2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDrdzHOQ8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/zgTno0bmiu8/s320/IMG_2349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192909267527418818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally were able to get a statement from Boston and he said the current look he has on was inspired by putting on a pajama top upside down with the legs through the armholes. He calls this collection "The independence of a 2 year old".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDrejHOQ9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/QasQCQiTwi4/s1600-h/IMG_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDrejHOQ9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/QasQCQiTwi4/s320/IMG_2346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192909280412320722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hopes to present some of the styles himself by being one of the models in his own runway show.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for his styles on all the celebrities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDrfTHOQ-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/2oQS0RX27Xs/s1600-h/IMG_2348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDrfTHOQ-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/2oQS0RX27Xs/s320/IMG_2348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192909293297222626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-722737113399688896?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/722737113399688896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=722737113399688896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/722737113399688896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/722737113399688896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/sneak-peak-at-designer-boston-forests.html' title='Sneak Peak at Designer, Boston Forest&apos;s new trend.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SBDrdDHOQ7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/JOkprk2uIlw/s72-c/IMG_2345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-5682605095347942572</id><published>2008-04-21T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:41:44.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's this?</title><content type='html'>Boston was playing outside with his friends, Emi and Chloe, at their house and he comes up to me inside holding a little black thing asking "What's this?" He is saying over and over and I finally get him to loosen his grasp on the object a bit and it starts crawling all over his hand. He drops it and tries to pick it back up while he's still asking "what's this"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a small fuzzy black spider. Thank goodness they don't freak me out!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-5682605095347942572?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5682605095347942572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=5682605095347942572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5682605095347942572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5682605095347942572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-this.html' title='What&apos;s this?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-2746306163517197424</id><published>2008-04-20T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:59:39.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just watching a movie, mom.</title><content type='html'>This is what I came downstairs to after my biweekly shower (ha ha- just kidding, I only take them weekly). Boston decided it would be way more fun to watch a movie from the comforts of this tent. And it's extra comfy if the tent is on the couch. Dad didn't have a choice in whether he wanted to be in the tent or not. This is how we watch movies now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAvlwd4m0NI/AAAAAAAAAhs/eRPL6V55No8/s1600-h/IMG_3279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAvlwd4m0NI/AAAAAAAAAhs/eRPL6V55No8/s320/IMG_3279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191495616293163218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAvlwt4m0OI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tyByKTzo9po/s1600-h/IMG_3280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAvlwt4m0OI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tyByKTzo9po/s320/IMG_3280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191495620588130530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-2746306163517197424?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2746306163517197424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=2746306163517197424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2746306163517197424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2746306163517197424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-watching-movie-mom.html' title='Just watching a movie, mom.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAvlwd4m0NI/AAAAAAAAAhs/eRPL6V55No8/s72-c/IMG_3279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-9037187659383189957</id><published>2008-04-20T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:48:38.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdo. . .</title><content type='html'>Boston has been very good about getting his own tissue, blowing his nose, and throwing it away when he has a runny nose. EXCEPT this morning. Jeremiah was changing his diaper and he sneezed his normal super-juicy-2-sneezes-in-a-row Boston special and reached for the nearest thing he could find and wiped his nose with it. It just so happened to be a shoe. &lt;br /&gt;What a weirdo. . .  my little weirdo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-9037187659383189957?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9037187659383189957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=9037187659383189957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/9037187659383189957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/9037187659383189957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/weirdo.html' title='Weirdo. . .'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-7423389647287015371</id><published>2008-04-17T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:04:14.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressing up</title><content type='html'>So, Boston's becoming more and more independant every day. Recently, he has been wanting to dress himself. Normally he's trying to undress himself and prefers being in the buff. After putting clothes on him, he grabs a T-shirt out of his dresser and was very determined to put it one (even though he was completely dressed). He wouldn't let me take it off for a couple of hours and was walking around the house "penguin style". This is how he thinks a shirt should be worn, my little trendsetter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAg3kq6igwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/pxGc9zmPDyo/s1600-h/IMG_2296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAg3kq6igwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/pxGc9zmPDyo/s320/IMG_2296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190459673679135490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAg3lK6igxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zS0QR5WAmx0/s1600-h/IMG_2302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAg3lK6igxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zS0QR5WAmx0/s320/IMG_2302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190459682269070098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-7423389647287015371?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7423389647287015371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=7423389647287015371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7423389647287015371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7423389647287015371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/dressing-up.html' title='Dressing up'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAg3kq6igwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/pxGc9zmPDyo/s72-c/IMG_2296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-1683956255894931216</id><published>2008-04-17T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:57:25.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby has a first name, it's B-O-S-T-ON</title><content type='html'>Boston has finally figured out who he is. We have a photo album of just him (his favorite person to look at) and he was pointing to himself and said his name. Oh- it's sooooo cute!!!! Now he can't get away with ignoring me when I call his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he learned how to gargle a couple hours later. He thinks it's so funny. It makes me laugh every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-1683956255894931216?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1683956255894931216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=1683956255894931216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1683956255894931216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1683956255894931216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-baby-has-first-name-its-b-o-s-t-on.html' title='My baby has a first name, it&apos;s B-O-S-T-ON'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-5206165975205693235</id><published>2008-04-15T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:40:10.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>We had the pleasure of hosting my brother and sister-in-law and their 2 daughters for Easter weekend. It was so fun to hang out with them and to meet our 2 month old niece (Allison) for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston wanted to hold Allison any chance he got. He would not move a muscle and would stroke her hair and lay his hand on her chest. He would get very upset when we would take her away from him. He is so tender and loves he younger cousins so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAgdMa6igrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/t4-LkCmeH8A/s1600-h/IMG_2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAgdMa6igrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/t4-LkCmeH8A/s320/IMG_2262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190430669764985522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Kayci with her new little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAgdOK6igsI/AAAAAAAAAgs/oeO_nIt8LMQ/s1600-h/IMG_3183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAgdOK6igsI/AAAAAAAAAgs/oeO_nIt8LMQ/s320/IMG_3183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190430699829756610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston in his Easter outfit from his Nana. What a good looking kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAT_2q6igmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/thmXagznWek/s1600-h/IMG_3218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAT_2q6igmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/thmXagznWek/s320/IMG_3218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189553985335493218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston and Kayci looking for eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAT_3a6ignI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Be6gTXXVw8Q/s1600-h/IMG_3811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAT_3a6ignI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Be6gTXXVw8Q/s320/IMG_3811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189553998220395122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston climbed up on the couch and snuggled up as close as he could to Alli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAT_3q6igoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/pACrY8xFKrg/s1600-h/IMG_2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAT_3q6igoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/pACrY8xFKrg/s320/IMG_2281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189554002515362434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston "helping" Kayci scoot around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAT_4K6igpI/AAAAAAAAAgU/LcT05xaoBYQ/s1600-h/IMG_2278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAT_4K6igpI/AAAAAAAAAgU/LcT05xaoBYQ/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189554011105297042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayci adored Miah and would get so excited whenever he was around. At the park she grabbed his hand and took him on a walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAT_4q6igqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/1l21zsgvViM/s1600-h/IMG_3836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAT_4q6igqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/1l21zsgvViM/s320/IMG_3836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189554019695231650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure love you guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAgmAq6igtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/iAiLK_c82TI/s1600-h/IMG_3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAgmAq6igtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/iAiLK_c82TI/s320/IMG_3151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190440363506172626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-5206165975205693235?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5206165975205693235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=5206165975205693235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5206165975205693235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5206165975205693235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAgdMa6igrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/t4-LkCmeH8A/s72-c/IMG_2262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-8794005424468947117</id><published>2008-03-28T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:31:08.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still feeling young!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-0UZP8wZ8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/u2sQu4worb4/s1600-h/synch20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-0UZP8wZ8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/u2sQu4worb4/s320/synch20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182821170183956418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when you were a young college student and had a list of crazy things you wanted to do that were against social norms? Well, I'm proud to announce that I was able to fulfill one of mine yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wade into a public fountain in the middle of the day. CHECK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston and I went with my dear friend Debbie and her two girls to get ice cream. Afterward they had a blast running all over a grassy hill nearby and up and down the stairs that opened up into a huge and beautiful fountain. After a perfect afternoon, Boston decided to throw Chloe's treasured stuffed duck into the fountain!!! I was sooooo close to retrieving it from the ledge and then I watched it slowly float into the middle. I just had no choice. Poor Chloe was going to lose her very bestest friend. So I hiked up my pant legs and stepped into the fountain. Would I have ever done it if it weren't for a 2 year old and his friend? I would like to think so, but probably not. I may have in the dark with my husband (he would totally do it). It's events like this that keep you young. Thank you  Boston!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-8794005424468947117?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8794005424468947117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=8794005424468947117' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8794005424468947117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8794005424468947117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-feeling-young.html' title='Still feeling young!!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-0UZP8wZ8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/u2sQu4worb4/s72-c/synch20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-2651941311591175146</id><published>2008-03-27T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:16:33.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride 'em Cowboston</title><content type='html'>We spent the weekend in St. George visiting Jeremiah's family. We had the opportunity one afternoon to go horseback riding with my sister-in-law's cousins (who ride competitively in rodeo's). It was a lot of fun and Boston was enamored by the girls (as usual). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-wiZv8wZ4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/TeHub61fXHU/s1600-h/IMG_2225_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-wiZv8wZ4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/TeHub61fXHU/s320/IMG_2225_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182555096959969154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-wiaP8wZ5I/AAAAAAAAAfc/H9nmrGp5ls8/s1600-h/IMG_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-wiaP8wZ5I/AAAAAAAAAfc/H9nmrGp5ls8/s320/IMG_2227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182555105549903762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston peeking out of the goat pen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-wiav8wZ6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/l9EA6HLCJz8/s1600-h/IMG_2237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-wiav8wZ6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/l9EA6HLCJz8/s320/IMG_2237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182555114139838370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-wia_8wZ7I/AAAAAAAAAfs/AqCB9A02XAY/s1600-h/IMG_2234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-wia_8wZ7I/AAAAAAAAAfs/AqCB9A02XAY/s320/IMG_2234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182555118434805682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAg66K6igyI/AAAAAAAAAhc/1B6T4HtFQbc/s1600-h/IMG_2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/SAg66K6igyI/AAAAAAAAAhc/1B6T4HtFQbc/s320/IMG_2231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190463341581206306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-2651941311591175146?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2651941311591175146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=2651941311591175146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2651941311591175146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2651941311591175146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/ride-em-cowboston.html' title='Ride &apos;em Cowboston'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-wiZv8wZ4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/TeHub61fXHU/s72-c/IMG_2225_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-5901384043135776473</id><published>2008-03-27T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:02:44.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!!!!! Distracted mommy moment</title><content type='html'>So, I was driving south on the 405 from running errands in Newport and just thinking about life when I look in my rear view mirror and notice that Boston is CLIMBING OUT OF HIS CAR SEAT!!!!! It slowly occurs to me that this doesn't seem quite right. Than it hits (very quickly) me that I forgot to buckle him in!!!! As I'm frantically looking for an exit and exiting as fast and safely as possible he slowly moves around the back seat and sits next to his car seat with a big "This is really cool"  smile on his face. I pull into a gas station and try to stop shaking and kicking myself for being so absent minded. As I struggle to buckle him in (he really wanted to stay sitting in the seat) I think about how I grew up and how our parents didn't have car seats and  we would just sit in the back seat. My parents always had a volvo wagon growing up and on road trips they would fold down the seats and put a mattress down and we would lay down and play on the mattress the entire trip. I can't even comprehend doing that today, but it sure sounds like fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-5901384043135776473?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5901384043135776473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=5901384043135776473' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5901384043135776473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/5901384043135776473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/oops-distracted-mommy-moment.html' title='Oops!!!!! Distracted mommy moment'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-882192568308882912</id><published>2008-03-19T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T08:31:48.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our day at the petting zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up Doc?&lt;br /&gt;B tried to strike up a conversation with this dad and was ignored (I know????) so he started to eat the carrots himself to show him how much cuter he was than the bunnies!!! So much cuter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-Htff8wZ2I/AAAAAAAAAfE/iNgYuxFPlww/s1600-h/IMG_2217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-Htff8wZ2I/AAAAAAAAAfE/iNgYuxFPlww/s320/IMG_2217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179682171860838242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giddy Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-Htf_8wZ3I/AAAAAAAAAfM/LLFN7wJ52w4/s1600-h/IMG_2213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-Htf_8wZ3I/AAAAAAAAAfM/LLFN7wJ52w4/s320/IMG_2213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179682180450772850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Boston is not smothering this Guinea Pig. He's carefully protecting him from any attack rabbits. &lt;br /&gt;(No animals were harmed while shooting the pictures. . . barely). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-HsAP8wZxI/AAAAAAAAAec/mRhqczF3Q1E/s1600-h/IMG_2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-HsAP8wZxI/AAAAAAAAAec/mRhqczF3Q1E/s320/IMG_2170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179680535478298386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, these rabbits just want to kiss and cuddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-HsAv8wZyI/AAAAAAAAAek/3b5GyVUchck/s1600-h/IMG_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-HsAv8wZyI/AAAAAAAAAek/3b5GyVUchck/s320/IMG_2180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179680544068232994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B LOVED the train ride. His favorite part was charming the mom next to me everytime the train went around. He waved, smiled, laughed, and talked to her while I was taking pictures trying to get his attention. He's smiling at the "other" mom in all the train photos. Cute little flirt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-HsBP8wZzI/AAAAAAAAAes/yRhk9yQGEtI/s1600-h/IMG_2192_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-HsBP8wZzI/AAAAAAAAAes/yRhk9yQGEtI/s320/IMG_2192_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179680552658167602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the rootin tootinist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-HsBv8wZ0I/AAAAAAAAAe0/qM7UJJf5zzY/s1600-h/IMG_2204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-HsBv8wZ0I/AAAAAAAAAe0/qM7UJJf5zzY/s320/IMG_2204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179680561248102210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom look. A plane. Goat, what goat?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-HsCP8wZ1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/hkgncqZbJfY/s1600-h/IMG_2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-HsCP8wZ1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/hkgncqZbJfY/s320/IMG_2207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179680569838036818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-882192568308882912?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/882192568308882912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=882192568308882912' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/882192568308882912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/882192568308882912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-day-at-petting-zoo.html' title='Our day at the petting zoo'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R-Htff8wZ2I/AAAAAAAAAfE/iNgYuxFPlww/s72-c/IMG_2217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-3217765771648395866</id><published>2008-02-11T22:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:59:56.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch up!</title><content type='html'>I am so behind on this blog and have a lot of catching up to do. I am just going to post some recent (and not so recent) photos and try not to go into a lot of the details of the last month. I hope ya'll don't mind (I picked up that word in Georgia). Here's a recap of January and beginning of Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;December to first week of Jan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of family visitors (loved it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;January 16th to ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Miah went to Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;January 17th to 26th:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and Boston went to Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;February 4th:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miah finally came home from Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston was diagnosed with asthma (poor kiddo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Georgia Oct 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't have any pictures of our latest trip to Georgia so here are some of our last trip. I went to visit a dear high school friend, Leisha, and her daughter, Shailyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Boston and his first date with Shailyn- already trying to hold hands. Boston was 5 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7KKFwGJ3TI/AAAAAAAAAds/BCDOHs2ovNQ/s1600-h/DSC01856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7KKFwGJ3TI/AAAAAAAAAds/BCDOHs2ovNQ/s320/DSC01856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166343553962073394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some baby cuddles (what happens when mom's are too busy taking pictures to help keep the babies upright :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7KKGAGJ3UI/AAAAAAAAAd0/rgPlFrXe58g/s1600-h/DSC01854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7KKGAGJ3UI/AAAAAAAAAd0/rgPlFrXe58g/s320/DSC01854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166343558257040706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boston trying to lick Max (THE MOST GIGANTIC DOG -and sweetest- I'VE EVEN KNOWN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7KKGQGJ3VI/AAAAAAAAAd8/VCPdX8489IY/s1600-h/DSC02009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7KKGQGJ3VI/AAAAAAAAAd8/VCPdX8489IY/s320/DSC02009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166343562552008018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are some recent pics &lt;/span&gt;(not in any particular order- too lazy to sort them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B's new chore- How much allowance do you think I should start him at???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7Iz9QGJ3PI/AAAAAAAAAdM/8kqbQtxQNf0/s1600-h/IMG_1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7Iz9QGJ3PI/AAAAAAAAAdM/8kqbQtxQNf0/s320/IMG_1775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166248849933196530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7Iz-QGJ3QI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ovE2xOXx1wc/s1600-h/IMG_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7Iz-QGJ3QI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ovE2xOXx1wc/s320/IMG_1776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166248867113065730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7Iz-wGJ3RI/AAAAAAAAAdc/QJXm7VDXDeo/s1600-h/IMG_1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7Iz-wGJ3RI/AAAAAAAAAdc/QJXm7VDXDeo/s320/IMG_1777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166248875703000338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston and Ashton in New Mexico- Ashton couldn't keep his eyes off of his new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7Iz_QGJ3SI/AAAAAAAAAdk/CZfpYuLp0Nc/s1600-h/IMG_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7Iz_QGJ3SI/AAAAAAAAAdk/CZfpYuLp0Nc/s320/IMG_1846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166248884292934946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Explorer Museum in New Mexico. Boston especially loved the music room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7KSLgGJ3YI/AAAAAAAAAeU/TL0b1_zS6Uk/s1600-h/IMG_1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7KSLgGJ3YI/AAAAAAAAAeU/TL0b1_zS6Uk/s320/IMG_1867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166352448839343490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down the slide in Legoland. They have the greatest play area!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7KSLAGJ3XI/AAAAAAAAAeM/LobaC7aSWgA/s1600-h/IMG_1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7KSLAGJ3XI/AAAAAAAAAeM/LobaC7aSWgA/s320/IMG_1765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166352440249408882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston being escorted by his very cool cousin Cade at Legoland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7KSKgGJ3WI/AAAAAAAAAeE/PJ71Ekwi2Jo/s1600-h/IMG_1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7KSKgGJ3WI/AAAAAAAAAeE/PJ71Ekwi2Jo/s320/IMG_1758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166352431659474274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing tag with his other very cool cousin (Cade's younger brother) Brandon. GOTCHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7E_GAGJ3II/AAAAAAAAAcU/UXb9FaD_9FM/s1600-h/IMG_1878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7E_GAGJ3II/AAAAAAAAAcU/UXb9FaD_9FM/s320/IMG_1878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165979619908246658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon, Cade and Boston- hey guys, look at me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7E_GgGJ3JI/AAAAAAAAAcc/OUB6rBFfV-8/s1600-h/IMG_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7E_GgGJ3JI/AAAAAAAAAcc/OUB6rBFfV-8/s320/IMG_1884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165979628498181266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just chillin on the couch catchin up with the cuz'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7E_GwGJ3KI/AAAAAAAAAck/sC9NnWGEmlo/s1600-h/IMG_1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7E_GwGJ3KI/AAAAAAAAAck/sC9NnWGEmlo/s320/IMG_1877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165979632793148578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom thought she'd try her hand at cutting Boston's hair! Not to shabby for her first time!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7E_FwGJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAcM/eMPvS5xuZ1o/s1600-h/IMG_1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7E_FwGJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAcM/eMPvS5xuZ1o/s320/IMG_1885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165979615613279346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you mix hair gel with a  slide (lots of static). Would you call that an "electric slide"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7E_FQGJ3GI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Wpap12js6Y4/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7E_FQGJ3GI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Wpap12js6Y4/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165979607023344738" 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/8681160982743759903-3217765771648395866?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3217765771648395866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=3217765771648395866' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3217765771648395866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3217765771648395866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing catch up!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R7KKFwGJ3TI/AAAAAAAAAds/BCDOHs2ovNQ/s72-c/DSC01856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-384061192306378676</id><published>2008-02-03T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T08:07:04.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most intense month of my life</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I don't even know where to start. It's 7:30 am and I'm living on very little sleep. I just got news that Jeremiah has finally been evacuated from a hotel in the capital city in Chad, Africa and is safer than he has been in 2 days. They got caught in the middle of rebel attacks on the city and their hotel was attacked. The survived by huddling in the kitchen with other guests. They were missed during the first evacuation because of a "miscommunication" with the embassy and there was no hope to get them out because of the escalating battles. Their journey began on January 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to Chad with Stop Genocide Now to bring relief and hope to the Darfurian refugees at various camps. They met remarkable people and did remarkable things while there. They were the only eyewitnesses with the ability to communicate to the U.S. from inside ground zero. After much harassment to the French Military from the State Department and to the State Department from us, they, and all the remaining foreigners, were transported out of the battle zone. I pray for those people left behind. I am grateful to live in a country where no matter where you go, you know they are watching your back and doing what they can to protect you. Not very many people on this earth have that comfort. Definitely not our friends in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were travel warnings to Chad, but they went anyway more concerned about helping bring aid and hope to the refugees. I'm grateful for their courage and love of humankind and grateful for their safe return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way to tired to write any more, but all the details have been video taped and written on the charity website www.stopgenocidenow.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote says it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man filled with the love of God, is not content with blessing his family alone, but ranges through the whole world, anxious to bless the whole human race"  (Joseph Smith, Jr 1840)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-384061192306378676?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/384061192306378676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=384061192306378676' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/384061192306378676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/384061192306378676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/most-intense-month-of-my-life.html' title='The most intense month of my life'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-842422475471821062</id><published>2008-01-02T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:09:54.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude Fast for the New Year</title><content type='html'>This is an email that went out to our family from Jeremiah. I'm so grateful for him and for all that he has created in our lives. Despite the challenges of the past year  I have absolutely nothing to complain about. Life is wonderful and Heavenly Father is guiding us. I am grateful to feel Him inspiring us to live joyful lives. I am grateful for my perfect little boy who makes me laugh non-stop. I am grateful for all of you that I call friends. Life is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33VDdZDPfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/oKmig8TmlFw/s1600-h/NYE07Horizontal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33VDdZDPfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/oKmig8TmlFw/s320/NYE07Horizontal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151507804187737586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us  were talking over the New Years’ weekend and we thought in would be a good idea to do a special fast this coming up weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 seemed to be a trial in so many ways to so many of us.  Yet in all of our trials our Heavenly Father has been here guiding us the whole way.  I know that for me and my family we have been blessed so much.  I can’t even express all of the blessings that we have had inside this little storm that we are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind, we thought it would be neat to do a Gratitude Fast this weekend.  It will be a great way to start out 2008.  We could create a list for the things that we are grateful for, share it and do a fast to thank our Heavenly Father for all the blessings in our lives.  If you think you would like to participate please join us by sharing a few things with everyone and we can all read the list while we fast.  By the way, you can be grateful for things that haven’t manifested in your life yet.  The Lord has many blessings waiting for us when we are ready for them and we can be grateful for those blessings right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s my list:  I am grateful for my family.  Through the struggles of 2007 my family has been able to grow and it is such a blessing to have people beside you no matter what you need to go through.  I am so grateful for Jessica in helping me through one of my biggest trials in life.   I am grateful for all the blessings in shutting down the business and for a new opportunity to spend my time on things that I love to do.  I am grateful for my new career that is starting this year and my new work schedule that allows me to spend more time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to an amazing and miraculous 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-842422475471821062?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/842422475471821062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=842422475471821062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/842422475471821062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/842422475471821062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/gratitude-fast-for-new-year.html' title='Gratitude Fast for the New Year'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33VDdZDPfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/oKmig8TmlFw/s72-c/NYE07Horizontal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-4039505188041160456</id><published>2007-12-31T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:11:04.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in New Mexico</title><content type='html'>Our little drummer boy. B got to open this present early. He's a natural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33RftZDPaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QGMxn8yVjtg/s1600-h/IMG_1782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33RftZDPaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QGMxn8yVjtg/s320/IMG_1782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151503891472530850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana and Papa in old town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33RgNZDPbI/AAAAAAAAAaU/CnWipdclO6w/s1600-h/IMG_1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33RgNZDPbI/AAAAAAAAAaU/CnWipdclO6w/s320/IMG_1789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151503900062465458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and B in their Christmas PJ's. Boston got a cute dog stocking from Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33RgdZDPcI/AAAAAAAAAac/7G1sm5v457Y/s1600-h/IMG_1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33RgdZDPcI/AAAAAAAAAac/7G1sm5v457Y/s320/IMG_1815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151503904357432770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;B and and cousin, Lexus, opening gifts on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33Rg9ZDPdI/AAAAAAAAAak/KI47a7Og2co/s1600-h/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33Rg9ZDPdI/AAAAAAAAAak/KI47a7Og2co/s320/IMG_1816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151503912947367378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;B trying on his new shirt for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33RhdZDPeI/AAAAAAAAAas/m0FNr_ps87E/s1600-h/IMG_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33RhdZDPeI/AAAAAAAAAas/m0FNr_ps87E/s320/IMG_1817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151503921537301986" 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/8681160982743759903-4039505188041160456?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4039505188041160456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=4039505188041160456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4039505188041160456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4039505188041160456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-in-new-mexico.html' title='Christmas in New Mexico'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33RftZDPaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QGMxn8yVjtg/s72-c/IMG_1782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-6445282161474350729</id><published>2007-12-30T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:10:46.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve in Old Town~ Luminarias</title><content type='html'>I love going home for Christmas. New Mexico has many wonderful cultural traditions. One of my favorite is Luminarias on Christmas Eve. Old Town and many of it's neighborhoods become the center of a famous walking a bus tour. Luminarias and Christmas trees are put out and there are vendors with hot chocolate, tamales, and sopapillas. Here is a little history about luminarias and some pictures.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33Z_tZDPoI/AAAAAAAAAb8/j66yKpBHfOY/s1600-h/winterfun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33Z_tZDPoI/AAAAAAAAAb8/j66yKpBHfOY/s320/winterfun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151513237321367170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The oldest church in Albuquerque. Built in the 1700's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33Z0dZDPlI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XH5p3dyUSks/s1600-h/IMG_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33Z0dZDPlI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XH5p3dyUSks/s320/IMG_1787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151513044047838802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana, Papa, Boston and Jess. It's so cold. It snowed a couple of days before we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33Z0tZDPmI/AAAAAAAAAbs/o3R6FKLyJgA/s1600-h/IMG_1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33Z0tZDPmI/AAAAAAAAAbs/o3R6FKLyJgA/s320/IMG_1796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151513048342806114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boston kept trying to blow out the candles, with no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33Z09ZDPnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/3Bun7wah8YU/s1600-h/IMG_1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33Z09ZDPnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/3Bun7wah8YU/s320/IMG_1801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151513052637773426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the 1800’s luminarias were small bonfires built along the roadside to commemorate Christ’s birth.  They were used to guide people to Midnight Mass on the final night of LAS POSADAS, &lt;i&gt;“lodging or inn”&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Later people used f&lt;/span&gt;arolitos, small paper bags with sand in the bottom and a small candle inside to light the bag.  This was a substitute for the more dangerous bonfires.  Children in the southwest, reenacting the night of Las Posadas often carried the farolitos in their hands.&lt;span style=""&gt;  Today &lt;/span&gt;they are used to line walkways, driveways and roof tops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The night of Las Posadas is a festive celebration first introduced to the Mexican Indians by European missionaries reenacting the story of Joseph and Mary’s search for lodging in Bethlehem in a series of NOVENA, &lt;i&gt;“nine days”&lt;/i&gt;, beginning December 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Each night a group of carolers would go from house to house, carrying small lanterns made of a paper bag with a lit candle inside (farolitos).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The carolers would sing a song pleading for food and shelter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some homes would turn them away, but others would invite them in and offer food – posole, red and green chili stews, Christmas Eve tamales, biscoshitos, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33V2tZDPgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ytIfT--dgz0/s1600-h/CEAA725D00605C98%212817-thumbnail.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33V2tZDPgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ytIfT--dgz0/s320/CEAA725D00605C98%212817-thumbnail.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151508684656033282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33V29ZDPhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/bNrTWjq64PA/s1600-h/gazebo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33V29ZDPhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/bNrTWjq64PA/s320/gazebo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151508688951000594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33V3NZDPiI/AAAAAAAAAbM/cEHNotROlJo/s1600-h/IMG_1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33V3NZDPiI/AAAAAAAAAbM/cEHNotROlJo/s320/IMG_1806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151508693245967906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33V3tZDPjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/WCcqHD0C1Pk/s1600-h/IMG_1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33V3tZDPjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/WCcqHD0C1Pk/s320/IMG_1807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151508701835902514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33V39ZDPkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/S2obaIyDc_k/s1600-h/IMG_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33V39ZDPkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/S2obaIyDc_k/s320/IMG_1788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151508706130869826" 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/8681160982743759903-6445282161474350729?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6445282161474350729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=6445282161474350729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6445282161474350729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6445282161474350729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-in-old-town-luminarias.html' title='Christmas Eve in Old Town~ Luminarias'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R33Z_tZDPoI/AAAAAAAAAb8/j66yKpBHfOY/s72-c/winterfun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-1395403475145978439</id><published>2007-12-16T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:22:54.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O' Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>Here's a look at our Christmas Tree this year. I didn't put out all the decorations as we were gone for most of the Holidays. We received a very special package from Jeremiah's mom~ her famous window cookie ornaments. They are beautiful and delicious. We were so excited to display them on the tree . . . and then eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TiEdZDPWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/i4k6afLDk5A/s1600-h/IMG_1718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TiEdZDPWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/i4k6afLDk5A/s200/IMG_1718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144485240601001314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TiEtZDPXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ZP064msO8bE/s1600-h/IMG_1720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TiEtZDPXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ZP064msO8bE/s200/IMG_1720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144485244895968626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look at Christmas past. This is Boston last year. Time goes by so fast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TiE9ZDPYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/AcjQ477wmvc/s1600-h/IMG_1664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TiE9ZDPYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/AcjQ477wmvc/s200/IMG_1664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144485249190935938" 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/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TiFdZDPZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/gr28nYoGy1c/s1600-h/MVCA_12-08-2006_0491_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TiFdZDPZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/gr28nYoGy1c/s200/MVCA_12-08-2006_0491_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144485257780870546" 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/8681160982743759903-1395403475145978439?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1395403475145978439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=1395403475145978439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1395403475145978439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1395403475145978439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O&apos; Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TiEdZDPWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/i4k6afLDk5A/s72-c/IMG_1718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-7282911768878798813</id><published>2007-12-15T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:57:14.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas The Light Before Christmas~ Newport Beach Boat Parade</title><content type='html'>We had a GREAT day today. This morning we went to Laguna Beach, had breakfast and played on the beach. Boston played with Abu (a puppy puggle owned by our friend), played soccer with some kids, chased pigeons, tried to play volleyball with a girl and her coach, and climbed on a little girls back and played with her hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of thing happens more often than I'd like it to. He loves hair so much that he's constantly trying to cop feels. He started out climbing on the bench next to her and her family. Then he'll stare at her while she is watching the dogs (they are turned around on the bench leaning over the back). Every time she turns away from him, he'll reach for her hair, but not really touch it. He'll do this for a good five minutes than finally grab hold of a piece and rub it in his fingers (like any normal kid would do with a blankie). Then he gets really comfortable and climbs around on her back and just holds her hair and plays with it. Instant friends!!!!! Wish I had my camera. Like I said, this isn't uncommon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach, we head home and take naps then we meet up with the Savage's and Fischer's for dinner at Chipotle (so glad we got to see them) and head down to Newport. What a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TP1tZDPPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/79dL7m94a3o/s1600-h/IMG_1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TP1tZDPPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/79dL7m94a3o/s320/IMG_1721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144465195988630770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are with the Fischer's in Newport Beach at the Christmas Boat Parade. It wasn't as cold as Boston looks. But I'm the mom who dresses up her kid like Randy (Ralphie's little brother) in The Christmas Movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TaC9ZDPUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/yEUugF3VduQ/s1600-h/can_t_arms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TaC9ZDPUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/yEUugF3VduQ/s200/can_t_arms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144476418738175298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TP2NZDPQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/sbYMIyOBxgU/s1600-h/IMG_1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TP2NZDPQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/sbYMIyOBxgU/s320/IMG_1722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144465204578565378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston helping some boys out with their castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TP2dZDPRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/c3FjZY1GOIY/s1600-h/IMG_1723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TP2dZDPRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/c3FjZY1GOIY/s320/IMG_1723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144465208873532690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, found some older girls to help with their castle. Think I'll stay here for a while. Notice how Boston is "leaning" on this girls leg. Making himself comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TP29ZDPSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/s_SRqroJAz8/s1600-h/IMG_1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TP29ZDPSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/s_SRqroJAz8/s320/IMG_1724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144465217463467298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just leaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TP3NZDPTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OP6T-nTbWcc/s1600-h/IMG_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TP3NZDPTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OP6T-nTbWcc/s320/IMG_1737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144465221758434610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only non-blurry photo of the boats (or should I say, yachts. We ARE in Newport) as they passed. They were very festive! I especially loved the one's that played Christmas music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-7282911768878798813?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7282911768878798813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=7282911768878798813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7282911768878798813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/7282911768878798813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/twas-light-before-christmas-newport.html' title='&apos;Twas The Light Before Christmas~ Newport Beach Boat Parade'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2TP1tZDPPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/79dL7m94a3o/s72-c/IMG_1721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-4199895723672655388</id><published>2007-12-15T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T00:17:36.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston Lou Who</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RaYNZDPII/AAAAAAAAAXw/ROOLoqLNyUo/s1600-h/P1000519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RaYNZDPII/AAAAAAAAAXw/ROOLoqLNyUo/s320/P1000519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144336046322039938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture went around the Forest family email!!!! Thanks Uncle Jason for taking such a classic picture. I wasn't around for this, but apparently he was "talking" through the bars when this was captured. That' s my little man~ Express yourself, baby!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-4199895723672655388?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4199895723672655388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=4199895723672655388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4199895723672655388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4199895723672655388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/boston-lou-hoo.html' title='Boston Lou Who'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RaYNZDPII/AAAAAAAAAXw/ROOLoqLNyUo/s72-c/P1000519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-8458186775048535258</id><published>2007-12-15T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:18:50.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training early</title><content type='html'>Miah is currently reading a book on leadership and coaching. He put it down for a minute and Boston grabs it, sits in his little Boston-size chair, and starts to read it like daddy does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RS5dZDPAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/5EuVKuifpkg/s1600-h/IMG_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RS5dZDPAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/5EuVKuifpkg/s320/IMG_1706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144327821459667970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to start reading the right books to prepare for the future!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RS59ZDPBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/b1FXnpNfcQQ/s1600-h/IMG_1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RS59ZDPBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/b1FXnpNfcQQ/s320/IMG_1712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144327830049602578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston is also going to be in a band when he's older (or now if someone will accept him). We do "music time" everyday - Boston decided that. He will grab Miah's hand and pull him into the "music room", grab the guitar and give it to Miah and then wait for him to play. Boston will dance and go to the keyboard and play shaking his head. In this picture he grabbed the guitar stand and is "singing" into it like a microphone. I have not idea where he got this idea, but it works perfectly. I can't believe this kid. . . he amazes me everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RS6NZDPCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6UIyR6N0fy0/s1600-h/IMG_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RS6NZDPCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6UIyR6N0fy0/s320/IMG_1714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144327834344569890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-8458186775048535258?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8458186775048535258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=8458186775048535258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8458186775048535258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/8458186775048535258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/training-early.html' title='Training early'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RS5dZDPAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/5EuVKuifpkg/s72-c/IMG_1706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-1937982393537307960</id><published>2007-12-10T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:58:44.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston and Whitnee</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that Boston loves his cousin Whitnee. Well, he loves older girls (that's my boy). He learned to make funny faces recently - I think he learned it watching Yo Gabba Gabba (if any of you have heard of this ~ weird show). He loves to try and copy any funny face you make. It makes me laugh so hard. He's doing all of this while she was trying to watch a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RcXtZDPJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lgF5l-P9YLo/s1600-h/IMG_1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RcXtZDPJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lgF5l-P9YLo/s320/IMG_1662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144338236755360914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B making Whitnee a funny face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RcYNZDPKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NLQHrUI_z58/s1600-h/IMG_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RcYNZDPKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NLQHrUI_z58/s320/IMG_1663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144338245345295522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see B laughing at the funny face he's making on Whitnee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RcYtZDPLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/fJtOvfo7MJY/s1600-h/IMG_1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RcYtZDPLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/fJtOvfo7MJY/s320/IMG_1664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144338253935230130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B making his own funny face. I don't have this on film yet, buy my favorite is his cocked to one side with his tongue sticking out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RcY9ZDPMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/uK2TxQPo26Q/s1600-h/IMG_1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RcY9ZDPMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/uK2TxQPo26Q/s320/IMG_1669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144338258230197442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston climbing on Whitnee's back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RcZdZDPNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/VJzWDuRXjwo/s1600-h/IMG_1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RcZdZDPNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/VJzWDuRXjwo/s320/IMG_1670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144338266820132050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them STILL watching the movie . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-1937982393537307960?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1937982393537307960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=1937982393537307960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1937982393537307960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/1937982393537307960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/boston-and-whitnee.html' title='Boston and Whitnee'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RcXtZDPJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lgF5l-P9YLo/s72-c/IMG_1662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-3043202148686531905</id><published>2007-12-09T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:58:28.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>This post is super late, but I finally got around to doing it. We had the wonderful opportunity to spend Thanksgiving in St. George with Jeremiah's family and then come back to see my family (they met at our house). I didn't get a chance to take any "dinner" pictures, but just notice how much tighter my clothes are getting and you'll know that they were great meals!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RUL9ZDPDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/MsWySRbF0HM/s1600-h/IMG_1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RUL9ZDPDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/MsWySRbF0HM/s320/IMG_1641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144329238798875698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is us attempting to get family pictures in this beautiful Autumn setting at the entrance to Zion's National Park. We never got the little bug to sit still~ (I have about 10 more shots similar to these with Boston in various trying-to-get-away poses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RUMNZDPEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Z-57ehRiYcA/s1600-h/IMG_1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RUMNZDPEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Z-57ehRiYcA/s320/IMG_1640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144329243093843010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RUMtZDPFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pEmqYmja7aI/s1600-h/IMG_1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RUMtZDPFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pEmqYmja7aI/s320/IMG_1651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144329251683777618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granny breaking pecans for Isak and Boston. What a great Granny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RUM9ZDPGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/CZZQtxSKmkU/s1600-h/IMG_1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RUM9ZDPGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/CZZQtxSKmkU/s320/IMG_1661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144329255978744930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boston "loving" his cousin, Whitnee.  She was trying to watch a movie and he was smothering her with love and slobbery kisses ~more picture in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RfU9ZDPOI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fsJkKnV5ol8/s1600-h/IMG_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RfU9ZDPOI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fsJkKnV5ol8/s320/IMG_1697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144341488045604066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece celebrated her first birthday with us. Here's mom showing her how to blow out the candle. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KAYCI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-3043202148686531905?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3043202148686531905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=3043202148686531905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3043202148686531905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3043202148686531905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R2RUL9ZDPDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/MsWySRbF0HM/s72-c/IMG_1641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-2906028248654780934</id><published>2007-12-08T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:55:17.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clean B</title><content type='html'>Boston loves to help do the chores around the house. These are what I was able to catch on camera. He LOVES to do the laundry too. He put clothes. .  and toothbrushes, phones, toys, diapers (yes, clean and dirty) in the hamper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R1uLv3ADRrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ZsKFsAUhG2k/s1600-h/IMG_1425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R1uLv3ADRrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ZsKFsAUhG2k/s320/IMG_1425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141857053907830450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping up the dirt that he spilled from the planter. He decided that he needed the broom that mommy had too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R1uLwXADRsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/i1YVdP-fOP4/s1600-h/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R1uLwXADRsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/i1YVdP-fOP4/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141857062497765058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaccumming the floor. Got to get all those dust bunnies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R1uLw3ADRtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kSd6tPrrq5M/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R1uLw3ADRtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kSd6tPrrq5M/s320/IMG_1526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141857071087699666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry over spilled milk, just clean it up. Boston loves drinking out of this liquid measuring cup, it's just his size. He spilled some of it and I just give him a towel and he'll wipe it up. He loves to take towels and wipe things up. I caught him the other day with some toilet paper wiping his own nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R1uLxnADRuI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Pm7UvUnMgeU/s1600-h/IMG_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R1uLxnADRuI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Pm7UvUnMgeU/s320/IMG_1531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141857083972601570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, got to get that pesky carpet stain. He loves his water bottle. He likes to spray himself in the face and then spray and "do" his hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R1uLyXADRvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/TMLs6aVDRTA/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R1uLyXADRvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/TMLs6aVDRTA/s320/IMG_1532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141857096857503474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-2906028248654780934?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2906028248654780934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=2906028248654780934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2906028248654780934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2906028248654780934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/clean-b.html' title='The Clean B'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/R1uLv3ADRrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ZsKFsAUhG2k/s72-c/IMG_1425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-2005637162946257646</id><published>2007-11-14T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T10:22:11.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama and little man date at Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Rz1LcNrL1VI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_K8YXhd9AKI/s1600-h/IMG_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Rz1LcNrL1VI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_K8YXhd9AKI/s320/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133342098351445330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston looking out the window on the Nemo Submarine ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Rz1LdNrL1WI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lDf5QyB8zWM/s1600-h/IMG_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Rz1LdNrL1WI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lDf5QyB8zWM/s320/IMG_1586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133342115531314530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the "Tarzan Tree House". Boston is looking up at ALL THOSE STEPS WE JUST CLIMBED. Whew. . .what a trek. And look how tired he looks. He's even got bags under his eyes (I think it's just a camera trick~ he was still very hyper). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Boston and I went on a little afternoon date to Disneyland today and had SO much fun. It was a gorgeous 85 degrees and sunny when we got there at 10:30am. We took the tram from the parking lot and the stroller fell off of it (B was sitting next to me, NOT in the stroller). B and I just looked at each other and I said "Well, that's interesting" and sighed and wondered how we were going to get that back. Luckily a service van was behind us and picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out in Toon Town and went on the Roger Rabbit spin ride. It was a little scary for Boston because he climbed on my lap and hugged me for dear life. I loved it, mostly because of the big, squishy hug I got during the whole ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ventured over to the Nemo Submarine ride and waited in line for about 30 minutes. In the meantime Boston made friends with a Philippino family of 6 who took some pictures of him and wanted us to sit by them- the ride was fun too. While I was holding him in line he also tapped the back of an older gentleman who looked like he was a rough and tough biker back in the day. Then B made him high-five and fist-bump over and over for about 5 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on Autopia and B drove for a bit and then sat lower-rider style just chillin and checkin out the scenery. Then we went to The Jungle Cruise and climbed the Tarzan Treehouse . . . wow is that all we did in 3 hours. Well it was a ton of fun and on the way out B made more friends. We were waiting for the tram and a brother and sister (around 8 and 10) were sitting on the ground and B sat down and scooted over to them and sat in between them like he was a long lost cousin. He does this at restaurants too. He'll go find a table (or 2 or 3) with a family and an empty chair and sit in the chair and start a conversation, probably about how much it would be if they would take him home with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-2005637162946257646?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2005637162946257646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=2005637162946257646' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2005637162946257646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/2005637162946257646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/mama-and-little-man-date-at-disneyland.html' title='Mama and little man date at Disneyland'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Rz1LcNrL1VI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_K8YXhd9AKI/s72-c/IMG_1582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-3556678386862149455</id><published>2007-11-14T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:53:09.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Night's Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/RzyL0drL1OI/AAAAAAAAAUo/o6Wu22S0yfU/s1600-h/Boston+asleep+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/RzyL0drL1OI/AAAAAAAAAUo/o6Wu22S0yfU/s320/Boston+asleep+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133131408730739938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!! Boston slept through the night last night. I know that sounds funny, given that he's 17 months old. Needless to say, he's not a sound sleeper. I can't remember the last time he didn't wake up. He usually wakes up 2 to 3 times. First because his diaper is wet and the other times because he just wants to snuggle. When I go in to lay him back down (he's usually sitting up saying "mama, mama" over the monitor) he puts his arms around my neck and pulls me as close as he can and then puts one leg over me ~ as far as his little leg will go and nuzzles his face in my neck (yep, he's totally got me wrapped around his little finger). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just in case you're confused Boston sleeps in the guest room on the Queen bed next door to his nursery and the crib that he's hardly ever slept in. So last night as I was putting him down (laying down next to him) he moves around and I feel this wet little mouth on my ear and then he turns my head and plants a huge, juicy kiss on my lips (keep in mind it's pitch black, he's not afraid of the dark). Between those kisses and the snuggling, he can sleep in any room he wants!!!! He knows exactly how to melt my heart~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/RzyLzdrL1MI/AAAAAAAAAUY/3DRyn60kWCQ/s1600-h/IMG_1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/RzyLzdrL1MI/AAAAAAAAAUY/3DRyn60kWCQ/s320/IMG_1593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133131391550870722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unused nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/RzyLz9rL1NI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Avauml94YAA/s1600-h/IMG_1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/RzyLz9rL1NI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Avauml94YAA/s320/IMG_1596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133131400140805330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston's Quarters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-3556678386862149455?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3556678386862149455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=3556678386862149455' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3556678386862149455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/3556678386862149455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-nights-sleep.html' title='A Good Night&apos;s Sleep'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/RzyL0drL1OI/AAAAAAAAAUo/o6Wu22S0yfU/s72-c/Boston+asleep+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-6240068502488592042</id><published>2007-11-13T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:36:47.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Park</title><content type='html'>I took B to the park last night. After all the "normal" park activities B notices some guys shooting hoops on the court. He grabs his ball and runs as fast as his little legs will take him to join a game. I'm able to keep him on the sidelines until half the court opens up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Rz1HudrL1RI/AAAAAAAAAVA/UmUu5D9gR7o/s1600-h/5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Rz1HudrL1RI/AAAAAAAAAVA/UmUu5D9gR7o/s320/5.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133338013837546770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to put the ball in the basket. I'm wondering if he notices that there's a bit of height difference between this basket and the one we have at home (that's 3' tall). He even gets me to lift him up to get closer to the basket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Rz1IBtrL1SI/AAAAAAAAAVI/lECTQW-XYL4/s1600-h/4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Rz1IBtrL1SI/AAAAAAAAAVI/lECTQW-XYL4/s320/4.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133338344550028578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's mad he can't make a basket and angrily throws his ball, sits down, takes off his shoes. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Rz1IPdrL1TI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UvESWu4KiAw/s1600-h/2-1+10-05-37.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Rz1IPdrL1TI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UvESWu4KiAw/s320/2-1+10-05-37.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133338580773229874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and runs to the other side of the court because these other guys look like they are doing much better at this than we were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Rz1Ic9rL1UI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cjL5A5CupDM/s1600-h/2+10-05-37.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Rz1Ic9rL1UI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cjL5A5CupDM/s320/2+10-05-37.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133338812701463874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him he can't play with them and he runs over to the tennis courts, watches for a bit and then treks through the bushes on a new adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-6240068502488592042?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6240068502488592042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=6240068502488592042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6240068502488592042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/6240068502488592042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/park.html' title='The Park'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/Rz1HudrL1RI/AAAAAAAAAVA/UmUu5D9gR7o/s72-c/5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681160982743759903.post-4717533456193164851</id><published>2007-11-13T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:40:51.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a B-RAT?</title><content type='html'>I just want to make a shout out to all those who have been initiated into the "Boston Rough And Tumble" (B-RAT) Club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston started this club when he was just a little B-squirt at 6 months old and would maneuver himself into situations that would give mama a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to do things to keep you on your toes just to see if you are as tough as he is ~ &lt;br /&gt;-   like jumping off the coffee table onto the couch that's a little too far away (when you're a foot from him and look away for that one second).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-   or finding a new way to go down the slide which results with him landing on his face (both of which has happened numerous times). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-   Or climbing into his car seat while it's in the house and falling over hitting his head on the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-   He also likes to climb on the window sill and jump off onto the couch, jump into the pool whether someone is near or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me he does a little count off before he plunges and I usually hear it and can catch him before he gets hurt, usually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to witness this, but he took one for the team at Kalli's Birthday Party. He was the first one to go on the slide after it had rained. He shot out of it like a bullet and caught some air. I guess after he landed he couldn't decide if it was fun or hurt. I saw him just as he was running away with wet pants and new found toughness. It was now safer and drier for the rest of the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also likes to fit himself through the banister and talk to you holding on with one arm. I had to find a way to prevent this from happening. I think I still have an ulcer from this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a linkindex="57" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/RzvqYNrL1CI/AAAAAAAAATI/uHCIJYFNTsI/s1600-h/IMG_1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/RzvqYNrL1CI/AAAAAAAAATI/uHCIJYFNTsI/s320/IMG_1430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132953902027363362" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a linkindex="58" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/RzvqY9rL1DI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QH08n2vrQl8/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/RzvqY9rL1DI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QH08n2vrQl8/s320/IMG_1431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132953914912265266" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have about 14 members going strong. If you are interested in becoming a member, please contact me and I will drop him off at your house for an hour. That's all it takes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681160982743759903-4717533456193164851?l=forestfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4717533456193164851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681160982743759903&amp;postID=4717533456193164851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4717533456193164851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681160982743759903/posts/default/4717533456193164851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/are-you-b-rat.html' title='Are you a B-RAT?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438309710171986697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j116/jessforest/jessica3006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fwbks_BYnXs/RzvqYNrL1CI/AAAAAAAAATI/uHCIJYFNTsI/s72-c/IMG_1430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
