<?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-2123691230108216335</id><updated>2011-08-19T04:07:46.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Argyles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-7067790510331880175</id><published>2010-11-17T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T09:14:19.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys are made of bonks and bruises... right??</title><content type='html'>Jenson has been bonking his head A LOT lately. He fell out of his crib, no wait, dove out of his crib earlier this week (needless to say the mattress is almost to the ground now, he has a real cage).&lt;br /&gt;THEN the next day since he couldn't dive out of the crib anymore, he got so excited when I walked in his room he started jumping and knocked his eyebrow bone and has a little bruise there.&lt;br /&gt;THEN yesterday he fell and hit his head once on the tile trying to climb on a stool, and once on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and last week he fell off the couch banging his head on the coffee table... and those are only the big ones I can remember. Maybe he is just clumsy, and maybe I need padded walls? I'm seriously considering making him wear a helmet 24/7. Is it lame that I'm so worried about all the brain cells he could be killing??&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason why I'm posting this is so some other moms out there can tell me, "it's okay, you aren't an awful mother." so humor me, would ya????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TOQNH71LfeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/g94oxOxRgiI/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TOQNH71LfeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/g94oxOxRgiI/s320/073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540567871543541218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bless his heart, and his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;huge &lt;/span&gt;(95th percentile) head.&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/2123691230108216335-7067790510331880175?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/7067790510331880175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=7067790510331880175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/7067790510331880175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/7067790510331880175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/11/boys-are-made-of-bonks-and-bruises.html' title='Boys are made of bonks and bruises... right??'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TOQNH71LfeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/g94oxOxRgiI/s72-c/073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-6904944766693013997</id><published>2010-11-09T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:10:15.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG!</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by my BFF &lt;a href="http://kaylaandmattcollins.blogspot.com"&gt;Kayla&lt;/a&gt;, check out her cute blog! Here are some fun questions about me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.  What is your ALL time favorite song and why? None of this "well I like  everything". If you had to pick one, which would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is so hard! All time? Do you know how many songs make me cry?? I love country music, Brad Paisley, Carrie Underwood, Kenny Chesney, Taylor Swift. But on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spiritchal&lt;/span&gt; note, my favorite Hymn is "How Great Thou Art."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Getting choked up just thinking about it, moving on, QUICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. What was the most memorable part of your wedding day and or first date if you aren't married yet. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First date: that Jake tricked me into it and pretended like it was with a bunch of people, and it was SO a date. Can you say, smooth operator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My favorite memory of our wedding day was being in the temple with Jake and sobbing, I was so overwhelmed with emotion thinking I finally made it and I was in the right place, at the right time, being sealed to the right man for all eternity! I remember thinking, "my life starts now!" Then 2 years later it started all over when Jenson got here. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also remember it was so hot, that my cousin &lt;a href="http://maddieinthemiddle.blogspot.com"&gt;Maddie&lt;/a&gt; fainted taking pictures on temple grounds. I feel bad so many people suffered on our behalf. I love you all for enduring that day with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is easy, a mom and a teacher. AND I AM! I never thought I would see the day I would actually start making my dreams come true! I love my baby boy more than life itself (and that's saying a lot because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; life), and I love my preschool class and think both jobs are very rewarding and FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh, but I know I'm not done growing up yet, so when I do grow up, I want to do something big. Like, be able to really truly help somebody (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or somebodies&lt;/span&gt;) in need kind of big. Someday... for now I'm more focused on my little family. And I think that is okay for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND someday I hope I can be a fitness guru. I'd love to have a rock hard butt and abs. sorry, tmi? Hopefully that motivation comes soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Why do you blog?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I started blogging because my mom lived so far away from me and she wasn't hip with the Facebook scene yet, and I wanted to share pictures. :) Now she is "hipper" and lives closer, but I still enjoy it as a public way of sharing family history, and I think journaling is important, and the more ways you can do it, the better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; OH, and a blog can't get deleted like a 12 page journal you typed on a Word document on a computer that crashed. I don't want to talk about it.... (but it did have a happy ending and was recovered, just a painful story lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5. What is your favorite attribute about yourself and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I like that I am ambitious and am pretty motivated. I like that I have always been able to know who I am and where I want to go, and have made choices to get me there. I'm just glad this didn't say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; favorite attribute, that list could get overwhelming, let's just focus on the positive! But for the most part, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; like myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. What's on your Christmas list this year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are kind of lame, but Jake and I never do Christmas for each other, my birthday is October, his is November, so we have never seen the point of wasting the money. And honestly, I REALLY don't see the point. Christmas is expensive enough as it is! BUT, if I had to have a list I would want... to redecorate my room I guess?  And I always like anything pretty and girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. What is your "signature drink"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It  could be homemade, your daily Starbucks drink, or what you always order  when you go out. If it is homemade, will you include the recipe? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love juices and smoothies, anything fruity. Add a lil whip cream, even better. I guess I just like sugar? Lately my favorite is caramel apple cider, which is to die for at Starbucks, but my recipe is not too shabby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;for every 3 cups of cider (the bottled, 100% juice stuff) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;add: 2 T of caramel sauce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 t of vanilla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt; pinches of cinnamon/a cinnamon stick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;heat over the stove, mix with a whisk, and YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(needless to say I &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; add whip cream and drizzle caramel just to make it look pretty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tag: Mandie Tuttle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abbie Taylor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calee Argyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amera Jarvis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stacey Kramer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-6904944766693013997?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/6904944766693013997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=6904944766693013997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6904944766693013997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6904944766693013997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/11/tag.html' title='TAG!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-6081519452553570800</id><published>2010-10-31T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:57:17.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TM4n9WZv1MI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q7FHpqSUrsQ/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TM4n9WZv1MI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q7FHpqSUrsQ/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534404927023994050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenson was a puppy this year because he loves them! He always sticks his tongue out and pants like a puppy, except for when we want him to (of course)!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TM4p260S_SI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZhavP6o3FF0/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TM4p260S_SI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZhavP6o3FF0/s320/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534407015563197730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have had a fun weekend! We started Thursday with a preschool Halloween party, followed by a quick round of trunk-or-treat Friday night. Saturday was spent with all the cousins getting pizza then doing the rounds on Spanish Fork Main Street, which was SO crowded, but still fun! Then we made sure the great grandparents got to see our little puppy. Sunday we had soup with the fam. Whew, what a busy weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he's a nice puppy, and sometimes he's a naughty puppy that likes to throw fits, play in the dirt and scowl and say, "NO!" BUT, he's still a cute puppy, nonetheless. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TM4q3BylOjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/D5LNOjU5Do0/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TM4q3BylOjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/D5LNOjU5Do0/s320/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534408116946680370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the best pic I could get with all the cousins, believe it or not! 1 second later and Braxton would have been out of the frame. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-6081519452553570800?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/6081519452553570800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=6081519452553570800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6081519452553570800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6081519452553570800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TM4n9WZv1MI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q7FHpqSUrsQ/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-2747807049806364398</id><published>2010-10-06T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T10:37:18.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Einstein</title><content type='html'>Jenson will not watch t.v. or sit and watch a movie (which I actually love) UNLESS it's Baby Einstein's Baby's First Signs. In fact, I'm kind of sick of it and need to go get some more Baby Einstein videos, we have watched it everyday this week! He has gotten so good at using sign language, I love seeing him get smarter and smarter every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So on top of talking all the time he now signs Baby, More, Please, Mommy, Daddy, and All Done! I can't get a picture of him doing it, I've tried, I did however get a picture of another one of his latest's, "CHEESE!"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TKywJQoWYPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hZbNud0Ka-E/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TKywJQoWYPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hZbNud0Ka-E/s400/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524984516006273266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(don't mind our messy loft room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What he LOVES at almost 15 months old:&lt;br /&gt;-Walking everywhere, he is so proud of himself and gets so excited&lt;br /&gt;-Both of his grandmas. He will go to either one of them from me in a heartbeat, and I can't get him back. :)&lt;br /&gt;-When his daddy gets home!&lt;br /&gt;-His ba-bas.&lt;br /&gt;-PUPPIES! or as he calls them, "bay-dough" (bad dog) and his stuffed animal puppy. He always acts like a puppy too, so naturally that is what he is going to be for Halloween. Plus I thought it was a good excuse for him to wear a leash while trick-or-treating??&lt;br /&gt;-Cuddling with mom and dad in our bed in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;-Going to preschool with mom and grandma (he thinks he is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; big).&lt;br /&gt;-"Pretties." He loves putting necklaces around his neck&lt;br /&gt;-Dirt. (to make up for the pretties, don't worry dad lol) He wants to play with dirt whenever he gets close.&lt;br /&gt;-Ring Around the Rosy, his favorite game that we play over and over. He likes falling down and saying, "WHOA."&lt;br /&gt;-Working with grandpa at his computer.&lt;br /&gt;-Making funny faces and then pretending to laugh, he's a crack up.&lt;br /&gt;-Bugging his cousins, which is also funny to watch. He loves getting reactions out of people, so if it makes somebody mad when he touches them, he'll do it over and over and just watch them get mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE YOU SWEETIE PIE!&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/2123691230108216335-2747807049806364398?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/2747807049806364398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=2747807049806364398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/2747807049806364398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/2747807049806364398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-baby-einstein.html' title='My Baby Einstein'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TKywJQoWYPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hZbNud0Ka-E/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-3754239441956329061</id><published>2010-09-09T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T10:36:35.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Anything Like Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Anything Like Me" -Brad Paisley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TImgqKVLacI/AAAAAAAAAXA/QwLu6cq2Omc/s1600/_M4D0635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TImgqKVLacI/AAAAAAAAAXA/QwLu6cq2Omc/s320/_M4D0635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515115864880015810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time I hear this song on the radio, I cry like a baby. For those of you who don't know Jake very well he actually did break the neighbor's window when he was little! From what his family tells me he was a "handful" just like the song describes, and I can see his son is already on his way. BUT I am so very grateful for that, because if he does turn out like his daddy "aw he'll be alright."&lt;br /&gt;Jake is the greatest dad, he is so involved with Jenson and I hate to admit it, but Jenson is turning out to be a daddy's boy lately. He cries when Jake leaves for work and can't wait to see him when he gets home. I just feel so blessed to have these crazy boys in my life! I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;(PS if I was tech-savvy I would download the song right here, but I'm not, so here are the lyrics. If you haven't heard it, click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVcxiZrri1k&amp;amp;p=0C40996B1F5E14CF&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;index=37"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to listen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I remember saying I don't care either way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Just as long as he or she is healthy I'm okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Then the doctor pointed to the corner of the screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; And said "You see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that thing right there&lt;/span&gt; well you know what that means"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; And I started wondering who he was going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; And I thought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;heaven help us&lt;/span&gt; if he's anything like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; He'll probably climb a tree too tall and ride his bike to fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; End up every summer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wearing something in a cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's gonna throw a ball and break some glass, in a window down the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; He's gonna get in trouble oh he's gonna get in fights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if he's anything like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I can see him right now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knees all skinned up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; With a magnifying glass &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying to melt a Tonka truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Won't he be a sight with his football helmet on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; That'll be his first love til his first love comes along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; He'll get his heart broke by the time he's in his teens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; And heaven help him if he's anything like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; He'll probably stay out too late and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drive his car too fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Get a speeding ticket he'll pay for mowing grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's gonna get caught skipping class and be grounded for a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; He's gonna get in trouble we're gonna get in fights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback if he's anything like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; He's gonna love me and hate me along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Years are gonna fly by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I already dread the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; He's gonna hug his momma, he's gonna shake my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; He's gonna act like he cant wait to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; But as he drives out, he'll cry his eyes out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; If he's anything like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; there's worse folks to be like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aw he'll be alright if he's anything like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2123691230108216335-3754239441956329061?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/3754239441956329061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=3754239441956329061' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/3754239441956329061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/3754239441956329061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/09/anything-like-me.html' title='&quot;Anything Like Me&quot;'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TImgqKVLacI/AAAAAAAAAXA/QwLu6cq2Omc/s72-c/_M4D0635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-8237329838351232243</id><published>2010-08-13T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:07:46.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is no longer a baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TGVbbjb3lDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/sgGnnaW8X30/s1600/_M4D0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TGVbbjb3lDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/sgGnnaW8X30/s320/_M4D0201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504906648457024562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenson turned ONE! It's actually been almost a month since the big day, but better late than never! I can't believe it was only one year ago that he changed our lives drastically. He has taught us what it means to love unconditionally through waking us up almost every night for a year, and I really didn't mind. He has taught us to laugh at the little things. He has made us better people. Because of him we try harder to be better so we can be the example he needs. I love Jenson for countless reasons, but here are just a few:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TGVcIHCslgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xFvVYVGRdak/s1600/07-20-2010+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TGVcIHCslgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xFvVYVGRdak/s320/07-20-2010+131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504907413929367042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how no matter who walks in the room he says, "HI DA!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how when I say, "NO!" he throws himself on the ground and starts giggling and screaming before trying to crawl away. It's a game. We are in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how he is so cuddly, when you pick him up he just lays his head on your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how he throws everything off of his high chair and looks at me and says, "uh-oh."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how he changes positions every time I go check on him during naps. He's a wild sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how when I try to read him a story he tries to close it the whole time and says, "ALL da." (all done)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love his cute little face, I could never get sick of looking at him and kissing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love when he hands you something and says "dit-dew." He tries to teach me my manners too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love his babbling, he talks and talks, but you can't tell what he's saying. He even nods his head and talks with his hands. He is so fun to have a conversation with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how when I blow on his food that is hot, he also blows on it before taking a bite. Safety first!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how when I'm not with him, I miss him so bad, he is our best buddy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love watching him talk on the phone, he is so good at copying what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how it's like wrestling an alligator when changing his diaper. I feel like I'm in a rodeo every diaper change, trying to keep him entertained long enough to hurry and get a diaper back on. Sometimes I wish somebody was watching when I actually do have a successful diaper change so I could get some recognition. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE his laugh. He has been so giggly from the time he was really little, and it always puts a smile on our faces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how he loves to open and close everything. He'll crawl in a room and turn around and close the door.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love his 6 little teeth and how he brushes them. We brush our teeth together, and he puts the toothbrush in his mouth and moves it around and wiggles his head just like mom. It is so funny, I need to get it on tape.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how he says, "shhh!" he sticks the tip of his finger in his mouth and blows on it. Oh man, he's cute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how whenever he picks up a stuffed animal/baby, he rocks it back and forth like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how he dances to music in the car, he bobs his head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how I can't take a shower by myself, because he always finds me and stands at the edge, trying to get his hands wet. Then he rubs the water all over his head like he is washing his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TGVcdYxsaQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gamMuEokrOY/s1600/07-20-2010+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TGVcdYxsaQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gamMuEokrOY/s320/07-20-2010+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504907779467143426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I LOVE YOU JENS! I thank Heavenly Father for sending you to us every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more cute pics of Jenson taken by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/sarahcarabine.blogspot.com"&gt;Sarah Carabine&lt;/a&gt; on my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=244029&amp;amp;id=507758065&amp;amp;saved#%21/album.php?aid=259727&amp;amp;id=507758065"&gt;Facebook. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-8237329838351232243?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/8237329838351232243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=8237329838351232243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8237329838351232243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8237329838351232243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-baby-is-no-longer-baby.html' title='My baby is no longer a baby.'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TGVbbjb3lDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/sgGnnaW8X30/s72-c/_M4D0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-6762129948745438006</id><published>2010-08-04T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:59:20.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a PEAK...</title><content type='html'>at my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunshine Peaks Preschool's&lt;/span&gt; new blog (no pun intended, okay maybe it was):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sunshinepeakspreschool.blogspot.com"&gt;sunshinepeakspreschool.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and become a follower! (I could use a few...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This business stuff sure is tricky, but I would appreciate any support I can get! Don't mind all the flaws, I'm in the process of making it more professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated! Tell your friends! Thanks a million! xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-6762129948745438006?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/6762129948745438006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=6762129948745438006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6762129948745438006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6762129948745438006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/08/take-peak.html' title='Take a PEAK...'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-8671799531925831523</id><published>2010-07-08T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:04:39.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYf_NIzYoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6tH-H9eAPPQ/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYf_NIzYoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6tH-H9eAPPQ/s320/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491611966343701122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so we celebrated with good food, good family and good friends. Jenson loved watching fireworks, even though he was SO tired, he stayed awake in a daze watching them both on  Saturday and Monday night. I love summertime and being outside in the warm weather, but most of all I love the good company (minus the mosquitoes)!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYgq1s7VfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/myrJ9l17kt4/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYgq1s7VfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/myrJ9l17kt4/s320/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491612715967010290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the balloons with Jake's family the morning of the 3rd, then went swimming. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYgIFFOftI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NbAXNgDia7g/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYgIFFOftI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NbAXNgDia7g/s320/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491612118800039634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent the night at the Freedom Festival in Provo with our good friends the Jarvis' and my family, seeing the firework display from outside of the Stadium of Fire. Monday we had more swimming and more fireworks with Jake's family. What a busy weekend, but so much fun! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYg4KPPVrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Sq9K9JCwwb4/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYg4KPPVrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Sq9K9JCwwb4/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491612944817936050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-8671799531925831523?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/8671799531925831523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=8671799531925831523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8671799531925831523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8671799531925831523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-love-america.html' title='We Love America'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYf_NIzYoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6tH-H9eAPPQ/s72-c/049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-866827062724265039</id><published>2010-06-29T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:07:45.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Warning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you were to stop by our house unannounced, it would look something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1v_IENtI/AAAAAAAAAVg/myVmab9BROI/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1v_IENtI/AAAAAAAAAVg/myVmab9BROI/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488258194419758802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1m8DwD0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/eQPVJgIpBLA/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1m8DwD0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/eQPVJgIpBLA/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488258038977531714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1BL-_wbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/neluQuuIFEs/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1BL-_wbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/neluQuuIFEs/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488257390417527218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1ch364hI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4YeCCfcsg0Q/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1ch364hI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4YeCCfcsg0Q/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488257860149895698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then, around the corner, you would see this &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; face welcoming you. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo16gLHr0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/EfBaPZC4MGY/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo16gLHr0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/EfBaPZC4MGY/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488258375089631042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{But when he's happy, mama's happy}&lt;/span&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/2123691230108216335-866827062724265039?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/866827062724265039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=866827062724265039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/866827062724265039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/866827062724265039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-warning.html' title='Just a Warning...'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1v_IENtI/AAAAAAAAAVg/myVmab9BROI/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-5985565458799549532</id><published>2010-05-10T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:31:26.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;first Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt; because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S-g_A4q6J0I/AAAAAAAAAU4/VkDvordTn2o/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S-g_A4q6J0I/AAAAAAAAAU4/VkDvordTn2o/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469691031886374722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and considering that I have wanted to be a mom my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;whole life&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;it was a pretty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;monumental day&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to the sound of the blender, and tried to go back to sleep, because breakfast in bed on mom/dad day is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kind of a tradition&lt;/span&gt; for us already, so I had a feeling I knew what was going on. Jake woke up Jenson to come and give me&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and he helped Jenson make me my first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;home made card&lt;/span&gt;! It was delicious, he also spoiled me with perfume and lotions from VS, so now I smell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Very Sexy&lt;/span&gt;. ;) It's okay, you can take a sniff.&lt;br /&gt;Jake gave a talk in church, which made me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;bawl&lt;/span&gt;, because he said some very sweet things about me and his mama. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He's pretty cute&lt;/span&gt;, and he did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;I told Jenson all I wanted for Mother's Day wad for him to say, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Mama,"&lt;/span&gt; since I still haven't heard it, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING&lt;/span&gt;... He said it &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;clear as day&lt;/span&gt; while Jake was giving his talk!&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, sweet boy! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(That was probably the highlight of my day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely dinner with all of Jake's family &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(whom I love very much) &lt;/span&gt;at Grandma Linda's, I felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;spoiled&lt;/span&gt; once again from all of them, and Jenson played on the swings. When we got home we chatted with my mom via web cam so she could see Jens clear up in SEA, on her first Mother's Day as a &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;grandma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S-g_wmETRkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KZLhktLCYI0/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S-g_wmETRkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KZLhktLCYI0/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469691851526325826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great, beautiful day. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; grateful that Heavenly Father has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;trusted&lt;/span&gt; me with one of his children to raise &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;in this scary world&lt;/span&gt;. I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt; that I can do as good of a job of being a mom as my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grandma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; did. I'm so grateful for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;examples&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; that I have. Being a mom is the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;rewarding&lt;/span&gt; thing I have ever done. I am so &lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that I get to be home with him and see him grow up, and see his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;cute personality &lt;/span&gt;show more everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE YOU STINKY BOY!&lt;/span&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/2123691230108216335-5985565458799549532?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/5985565458799549532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=5985565458799549532' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/5985565458799549532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/5985565458799549532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/05/moms-day.html' title='Mom&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S-g_A4q6J0I/AAAAAAAAAU4/VkDvordTn2o/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-8324981427856935292</id><published>2010-04-22T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:55:05.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jenson has been talking our heads off ever since he figured out he could make noise! But now... he is saying WORDS! I am one proud mama (even though he has yet to say 'mama')! He said "hi" for the first time last week, and has been saying, "OH!" and when he pulls my hair I say, "OW!" and then he repeats me! He also has starting repeating Jake when he says, "uh-oh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3cb003ab3e20c24b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3cb003ab3e20c24b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331072631%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E20E71B223A78807CE1427DFE6E60FBCEA9A53C.2E1AD51BF21AC87BA7ECA6B21B54EF438EAE2E69%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3cb003ab3e20c24b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYNJUTkvHItH4351Lue7ngL5D6LM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3cb003ab3e20c24b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331072631%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E20E71B223A78807CE1427DFE6E60FBCEA9A53C.2E1AD51BF21AC87BA7ECA6B21B54EF438EAE2E69%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3cb003ab3e20c24b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYNJUTkvHItH4351Lue7ngL5D6LM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is growing up so fast, but I love it, just keeps getting more and more fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LML :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST AS A SIDE NOTE: I'm starting an LML movement. It stands for "Love My Life!" Why, you ask? Because there is this acronym "FML" that stands for "{bad word} my life." OH I HATE THAT! It is totally over-used, and awful! I have never used the "F" word, let alone would I ever use it in reference to my precious life. EWW. I'm not trying to claim that I am always happy and optimistic, because I'm not, but I would much rather try to dwell on the positive. So there you have it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, KELCI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-8324981427856935292?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/8324981427856935292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=8324981427856935292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8324981427856935292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8324981427856935292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi.html' title='HI!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-4591338191953374111</id><published>2010-03-26T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:43:54.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Baby Mullet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60NGcO9XdI/AAAAAAAAAUA/P6vanOWbQdQ/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60NGcO9XdI/AAAAAAAAAUA/P6vanOWbQdQ/s200/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453029128124849618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenson got his first haircut on March 20th. I was getting tired of the long hair on the sides and the out of control fuzz on the top. So I called Jake's cousin Kellee so she could take care of it for us.&lt;br /&gt;Jenson&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SCREAMED&lt;/span&gt;! (is 'screamed' a word?) I kept telling him she wasn't trying to cut his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ears&lt;/span&gt; off, just his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60N-sFsJuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aDQrAPBSYBY/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60N-sFsJuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aDQrAPBSYBY/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453030094453614306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He didn't really like how she had to hold his head, he has a personal bubble and it was being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;popped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60NknlMY_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/cR6vD69kSd0/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60NknlMY_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/cR6vD69kSd0/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453029646566974450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The crocodile tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least he got to take home this comb, it just makes it all better. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60OKCIvkuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5uNIbnZf3LI/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60OKCIvkuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5uNIbnZf3LI/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453030289350562530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-4591338191953374111?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/4591338191953374111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=4591338191953374111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/4591338191953374111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/4591338191953374111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/03/bye-bye-baby-mullet.html' title='Bye Bye Baby Mullet!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60NGcO9XdI/AAAAAAAAAUA/P6vanOWbQdQ/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-6769536727338394154</id><published>2010-02-25T17:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:25:49.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Discovery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S4cd_9aTDiI/AAAAAAAAASY/cN-yZUlpofQ/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S4cd_9aTDiI/AAAAAAAAASY/cN-yZUlpofQ/s200/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442351659354361378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week when I picked Jenson up from Grandma Teresa's, he was doing this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S4cdfC7zn5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/FgDUZYJNqoE/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S4cdfC7zn5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/FgDUZYJNqoE/s200/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442351093901402002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he has been practicing ever since! He makes me laugh all the time, he has the cutest personality. He is always so happy and fun, we are so lucky to have him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e6e65932dfaadc4a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6e65932dfaadc4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331072631%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C0BC7ED65DA04529F20CF524DC3365C91CAC8CA.222C81F33E5A42371BF0A108BCB7B85FE7085231%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6e65932dfaadc4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVrusiy3N4XkGAXjqwBrCtKCG_XM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6e65932dfaadc4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331072631%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C0BC7ED65DA04529F20CF524DC3365C91CAC8CA.222C81F33E5A42371BF0A108BCB7B85FE7085231%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6e65932dfaadc4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVrusiy3N4XkGAXjqwBrCtKCG_XM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-6769536727338394154?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/6769536727338394154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=6769536727338394154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6769536727338394154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6769536727338394154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-discovery.html' title='New Discovery!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S4cd_9aTDiI/AAAAAAAAASY/cN-yZUlpofQ/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-3469633479693809358</id><published>2010-02-19T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:21:08.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This kid cracks me up!</title><content type='html'>So every month I have taken Jenson's picture on his birthday so I can make a book at the end of the year. On the 17th he turned 7 months old, and I was trying to hurry and get a pic before my camera's batteries died.... every time the camera flashed, his whole face would scrunch up and do this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37ji_WBxBI/AAAAAAAAARg/GzkSSrnWJrI/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37ji_WBxBI/AAAAAAAAARg/GzkSSrnWJrI/s200/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440035590169019410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was cracking up, and after 6 pics my camera died, and this is what I was left with. He wasn't mad or anything... his face just had this goofy reaction to the flash. I love him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37jrHDvLXI/AAAAAAAAARo/7IoXr52raSE/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37jrHDvLXI/AAAAAAAAARo/7IoXr52raSE/s200/083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440035729678740850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37kG1J8oBI/AAAAAAAAASI/Z0qXhnsiKzc/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37kG1J8oBI/AAAAAAAAASI/Z0qXhnsiKzc/s200/088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440036205909286930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37kByDQqLI/AAAAAAAAASA/agNBhkqlYLw/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37kByDQqLI/AAAAAAAAASA/agNBhkqlYLw/s200/087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440036119176587442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37j31XWF1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/GO6Z-rHSBlQ/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37j31XWF1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/GO6Z-rHSBlQ/s200/085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440035948267444050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37jxSru6iI/AAAAAAAAARw/N-b6vta-HLw/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37jxSru6iI/AAAAAAAAARw/N-b6vta-HLw/s200/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440035835878500898" 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/2123691230108216335-3469633479693809358?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/3469633479693809358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=3469633479693809358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/3469633479693809358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/3469633479693809358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-kid-cracks-me-up.html' title='This kid cracks me up!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37ji_WBxBI/AAAAAAAAARg/GzkSSrnWJrI/s72-c/091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-6073202409753216396</id><published>2010-02-18T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:17:40.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Wow have I been slacking! So much has happened that I haven't blogged about!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even post Jenson's first Halloween as mommy's little monster,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32n1Pkff-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/FmXv0rXkNV8/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32n1Pkff-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/FmXv0rXkNV8/s200/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439688458087923682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His first Thanksgiving up in Bird's Eye with Jake's family,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32ou3BXWhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Juzhx9D-iX0/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32ou3BXWhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Juzhx9D-iX0/s200/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439689447930550802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His first Christmas in Seattle with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32oUnQbXmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pBnJoJT4Soo/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32oUnQbXmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pBnJoJT4Soo/s200/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439688997022162530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which included going to see the ocean for the first time,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32rDrd4NQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/X8j9RAH-l8E/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32rDrd4NQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/X8j9RAH-l8E/s200/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439692004629427458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His first time swimming with his cousins (at the Legacy Pool which he loved),&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32qELSaEXI/AAAAAAAAARA/lkgUF0GbuZc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32qELSaEXI/AAAAAAAAARA/lkgUF0GbuZc/s200/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439690913659621746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And his first time sledding up in Bird's Eye!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32qh4Tk4rI/AAAAAAAAARI/9-5p_B4KLDM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32qh4Tk4rI/AAAAAAAAARI/9-5p_B4KLDM/s200/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439691423960326834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How's that for a quick recap of our adventures!&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened in the last few months! Jenson is so fun and sitting up like a big boy, rolling over, and talking our ears off (I mostly just hear all about da-da-da all day, no mama yet). Also, his first tooth just poked through a few days ago!&lt;br /&gt;I finished school in December at UVU so I now have my AS in Early Childhood Education. Since then I have been able to be a full-time mom, which I am really enjoying, I feel really blessed. I thought I would get bored and not know what to do, but I have kept pretty busy. We are in the process of re-modeling our basement into a preschool, and it is really turning out cute! Once that is done I will get my business license to make it official. Preschool won't start until the 2010 school year in August, so I'm just going to be busy getting everything ready for that, and hopefully filling my classes.&lt;br /&gt;My dad found a job down here in Utah and will probably start in March, which I am SO EXCITED about! It has been so hard being so far from my family, so this is really an answer to my prayers. I can't believe it is actually happening so soon!&lt;br /&gt;Things are great here in the little Argyle fam, hope all is well with all of you!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32uSoFKX2I/AAAAAAAAARY/YpNl56tgQSg/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32uSoFKX2I/AAAAAAAAARY/YpNl56tgQSg/s200/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439695559953375074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-6073202409753216396?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/6073202409753216396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=6073202409753216396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6073202409753216396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6073202409753216396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow-have-i-been-slacking-so-much-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32n1Pkff-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/FmXv0rXkNV8/s72-c/079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-7876082765434779103</id><published>2009-09-29T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:39:28.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is a THUMB SUCKER!</title><content type='html'>So just last night Jenson discovered his thumb! He went through a phase where he would fuss and only take his binky for a few days, but then he found this really neat thing that is attached to his hand! It is so funny, because he hasn't figured out the thumb-sucking fist yet, so his hand covers his face. Jake tried to teach him how to do it the "right way," but Jens likes to do things his way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9abec473febaa969" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9abec473febaa969%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331072631%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FB273CE1E98AC2F5662A7FDCB64F55140E376F8.4A694208BBA1175183997C587214F79B618CF24F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9abec473febaa969%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da6vyc3BFqrgIYP9_h7n5tPCAzoc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9abec473febaa969%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331072631%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FB273CE1E98AC2F5662A7FDCB64F55140E376F8.4A694208BBA1175183997C587214F79B618CF24F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9abec473febaa969%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da6vyc3BFqrgIYP9_h7n5tPCAzoc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-7876082765434779103?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/7876082765434779103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=7876082765434779103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/7876082765434779103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/7876082765434779103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-baby-is-thumb-sucker.html' title='My baby is a THUMB SUCKER!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-7673533761890801368</id><published>2009-09-29T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:17:15.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fri (4 days ago) with Jens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a little late, sorry grandmas! But don't worry I still took pictures!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SsKw_xldZUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/swjcyM6qSqo/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SsKw_xldZUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/swjcyM6qSqo/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387062713977234754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We laid around... and smiled and talked to mom!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SsKxNo8UQKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/K6EyOv6QCOg/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SsKxNo8UQKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/K6EyOv6QCOg/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387062952175354018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SsKxd8t9Y3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/N7zUroFIvr8/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SsKxd8t9Y3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/N7zUroFIvr8/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387063232361751410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-7673533761890801368?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/7673533761890801368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=7673533761890801368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/7673533761890801368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/7673533761890801368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/09/fri-4-days-ago-with-jens.html' title='Fri (4 days ago) with Jens!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SsKw_xldZUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/swjcyM6qSqo/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-6561939577924925159</id><published>2009-09-19T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:43:07.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday with Jenson</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Jenson had his 2 month check up, and he got his shots! He was so brave and only cried for a minute. Luckily dad was there to hold his hand because this mom wasn't getting anywhere near those shots! He is such a big boy:&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 12 lbs 12 oz (90th percentile)&lt;br /&gt;Height: 24.5 in (75th percentile)&lt;br /&gt;Head: 16 in (66th percentile)&lt;br /&gt;The Dr. said at this rate he'll be 6'5"! He must get it from his tall uncles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SrVsMSBd_jI/AAAAAAAAAPs/z38vLokiUs8/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SrVsMSBd_jI/AAAAAAAAAPs/z38vLokiUs8/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383327887843524146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is when daddy was taking his temp. to make sure he wasn't running a fever after shots! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SrVsArnlIOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8HMoMQUYr40/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SrVsArnlIOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8HMoMQUYr40/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383327688555831522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture! Jake gets Jenson out of bed in the mornings to cuddle! They both didn't appreciate the flash though!&lt;/span&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/2123691230108216335-6561939577924925159?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/6561939577924925159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=6561939577924925159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6561939577924925159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6561939577924925159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-with-jenson.html' title='Friday with Jenson'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SrVsMSBd_jI/AAAAAAAAAPs/z38vLokiUs8/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-324326769132684154</id><published>2009-09-19T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:33:30.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenson's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jenson got blessed by his daddy 2 weeks ago, I'm a little slow on the post! But it was such a great day, Jake did a great job, you couldn't even tell he was "the most nervous he's ever been in his life." :) I am so proud of my boys, I love them so much! And I am so grateful for the family and friends who were able to attend, we took up every single big row in our little chapel! Thanks friends and family for all of your help that day, and for your support and love, we love you and I don't know what we would do without you!&lt;br /&gt;In the circle of priesthood holders that blessed him, Jenson had 2 grandpas, 3 great grandpas, 3 uncles, 2 great uncles, 1 second cousin, and 2 best friend's dads! What a lucky little boy to have those role models in his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SrVpYyc4FoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Mbav3IB50KI/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp432%283%29nu%3D3242%2937%3B%29438%29WSNRCG%3D327%3B48%28973326nu0mrj.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/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SrVpYyc4FoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Mbav3IB50KI/s320/232323232%257Ffp432%283%29nu%3D3242%2937%3B%29438%29WSNRCG%3D327%3B48%28973326nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383324804171961986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-324326769132684154?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/324326769132684154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=324326769132684154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/324326769132684154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/324326769132684154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/09/jensons-blessing.html' title='Jenson&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SrVpYyc4FoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Mbav3IB50KI/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp432%283%29nu%3D3242%2937%3B%29438%29WSNRCG%3D327%3B48%28973326nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-1782081254935743564</id><published>2009-09-12T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:27:17.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays with Jens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxYDM-8NxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SFn9cW_OaRs/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxYDM-8NxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SFn9cW_OaRs/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380772466848970514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Playing with my toys is soo hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxXz8tROZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ul8JTDxdHU8/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxXz8tROZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ul8JTDxdHU8/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380772204781844882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 are from last Friday since we missed it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxXjP3PvYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3FWYdXy-Sn8/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxXjP3PvYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3FWYdXy-Sn8/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380771917866188162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxXbF1-hWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/G3JGzKuZ_FM/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxXbF1-hWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/G3JGzKuZ_FM/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380771777737557346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being a big boy sitting in his Bumbo for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby boy is growing up so fast!&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/2123691230108216335-1782081254935743564?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/1782081254935743564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=1782081254935743564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/1782081254935743564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/1782081254935743564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/09/fridays-with-jens.html' title='Fridays with Jens'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxYDM-8NxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SFn9cW_OaRs/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-8046170750823327562</id><published>2009-08-30T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:05:10.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenson's first day at church!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375849022192690834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SpraNAXtJpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/N-6pjhTTZF8/s320/August+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After Dr.'s orders and me being a paranoid mommy about germs, Jens went to his first day of church today at 6 weeks old. I don't know how anybody gets ready for church with more than one kid, Jenson peed all over when I was trying to get him dressed, and then as we were walking out the door he pooped and we had to hurry and change him. SO needless to say, we were late. We are learning, hopefully we'll get it someday! He looked so handsome in his church outfit and was such a good boy, except for he was tooting in Sunday School when Jake was trying to give the lesson and our 15 year olds thought it was great. :) Next week Jens will be getting blessed and you are all invited, hopefully we can make it on time, if not, save us a seat!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375850108622749490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SprbMPo0PzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rLQMsjunn4w/s320/August+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My handsome boys all ready for church!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-8046170750823327562?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/8046170750823327562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=8046170750823327562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8046170750823327562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8046170750823327562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/08/jensons-first-day-at-church.html' title='Jenson&apos;s first day at church!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SpraNAXtJpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/N-6pjhTTZF8/s72-c/August+069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-2914240867083007760</id><published>2009-08-28T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:58:04.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I love about my Jenson</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SphPr8aTkiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DcQbDZfeNSQ/s1600-h/DSCI0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375133771636118050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SphPr8aTkiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DcQbDZfeNSQ/s320/DSCI0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love his big kissable lips I want to kiss them all the time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love his chubby cheeks and fat rolls he is getting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love his little scowl on his face that seems to be there more than it is not!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how his little tiny fingers tickle me when I'm feeding him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how when he is fussy he calms down when he hears my voice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how he cries sometimes when he is trying to poop, it's funny  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love his gummy grin!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how he kicks and kicks and his little legs when he gets excited and when he is mad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how he loves to cuddle, and sometimes when he cries the only thing he wants is to be held&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how when I give him a pacifier he scowls and rolls his eyes but takes it anyways&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the little noises and squeeks he makes when he is eating and sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you Jens, SO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-2914240867083007760?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/2914240867083007760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=2914240867083007760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/2914240867083007760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/2914240867083007760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-love-about-my-jenson.html' title='What I love about my Jenson'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SphPr8aTkiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DcQbDZfeNSQ/s72-c/DSCI0162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-1595992747940167601</id><published>2009-08-28T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:41:20.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday w/ Jenson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SphIIvzTLII/AAAAAAAAAN8/kfTINvmDFWg/s1600-h/Hospital+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375125470374472834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SphIIvzTLII/AAAAAAAAAN8/kfTINvmDFWg/s200/Hospital+171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Jenson came with me to the doctors. He is such a good boy when I have to pack him around! I can't believe how big and fat he has gotten! It kind of makes me sad, but at the same time, I am so excited to see him grow! The first picture is when he came home from the hospital, and the big picture is him today, 6 weeks l&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SphNWvqiS0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/KbhrxvBgPhU/s1600-h/DSCI0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375131208414022466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SphNWvqiS0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/KbhrxvBgPhU/s320/DSCI0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-1595992747940167601?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/1595992747940167601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=1595992747940167601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/1595992747940167601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/1595992747940167601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-w-jenson.html' title='Friday w/ Jenson!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SphIIvzTLII/AAAAAAAAAN8/kfTINvmDFWg/s72-c/Hospital+171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-6214553175762636604</id><published>2009-08-23T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:05:55.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fri. W/ Jens!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I know it's only my second friday with Jenson and I'm already slacking, but Friday nights are hard to blog, so they all might be a little late! This last Friday we were a little lazy, we stayed at home but I still got some pics! Over the course of the day I got peed on twice, and baby J pooped in the tub. Being a mom is sooo glamorous! Here are some pictures of more of Jenson's funny faces! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373236955736773362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SpGSiuixEvI/AAAAAAAAANs/6ElGbicoIRI/s200/DSCI0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Not so sure about the tub, but he doesn't scream so it can't be too bad!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373237220244901394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SpGSyH6azhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8_wrSZVXGqk/s200/DSCI0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But.. he is pretty sure that he hates being cold after taking a bath!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-6214553175762636604?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/6214553175762636604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=6214553175762636604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6214553175762636604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6214553175762636604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/08/fri-w-jens.html' title='Fri. W/ Jens!!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SpGSiuixEvI/AAAAAAAAANs/6ElGbicoIRI/s72-c/DSCI0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-5531409317776673674</id><published>2009-08-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:12:54.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays With Jenson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Jenson was born on a Friday, and my mom wants me to make sure I post a picture every Friday so she can get a good weekly update. Also, we are going to make a scrapbook when he turns one of every week for the first year of his life, so we can see how much he changes! So, since it is the 4th Friday that Jenson has been here, I am going to play catch up: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369938607830178258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SoXatnFfmdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fNgV14a4biA/s200/Hospital+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Birthday: July 17th, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369941708148151906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SoXdiEq5lmI/AAAAAAAAANE/Lom9u7B887c/s200/Jenson+July+09+103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friday #1: July 24th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369942333133538594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SoXeGc7BxSI/AAAAAAAAANM/wt-KHLCoN2E/s200/Jenson+(10).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friday #2: We got his pictures taken from Sarah Ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369944269955249522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SoXf3MJTtXI/AAAAAAAAANc/_H2jz-uwClI/s200/jjj+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friday #3: Just hanging out with mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369945235426993362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SoXgvYztZNI/AAAAAAAAANk/heCeEzs1D30/s200/jjj+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friday #4: Right before he threw a fit because he misses his grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He is growing so fast, I can't believe he is already almost 1 month old! Even though he is growing up too fast already, we are getting more used to things and starting to figure out routines, and I am starting to feel like I know what I am doing! :) I can't wait for a million more Fridays, being a mom is the best! I love my little man!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-5531409317776673674?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/5531409317776673674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=5531409317776673674' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/5531409317776673674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/5531409317776673674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/08/fridays-with-jenson.html' title='Fridays With Jenson!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SoXatnFfmdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fNgV14a4biA/s72-c/Hospital+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-7456999419982310155</id><published>2009-07-25T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:59:27.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's HERE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SmubTIBU-XI/AAAAAAAAAL8/x8Mzy2lQ31M/s1600-h/Hospital+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362550534187579762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SmubTIBU-XI/AAAAAAAAAL8/x8Mzy2lQ31M/s200/Hospital+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little Jenson came into the world after 14 hours of labor early Friday morning, July 17th 2009. He was 7 lbs 3 oz and 19 inches long. I can't believe we are FINALLY parents, and we are so IN LOVE! We feel so blessed to have a beautiful, happy, healthy baby!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362551229578614770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Smub7mjeF_I/AAAAAAAAAME/oDsTBLaE1Jo/s200/Hospital+175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-7456999419982310155?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/7456999419982310155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=7456999419982310155' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/7456999419982310155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/7456999419982310155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/07/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s HERE!!!!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SmubTIBU-XI/AAAAAAAAAL8/x8Mzy2lQ31M/s72-c/Hospital+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-8811089739157529414</id><published>2009-07-10T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:58:06.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason # 1,047 my husband is the BEST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356860146699601410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sldj6-t6BgI/AAAAAAAAALs/G7Cf0kb--S4/s200/summertime+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just when I thought it was the perfect time to be bringing a baby home, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;boy was I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wrong&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;2 nights ago Jake brought it to my attention that it is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Perfect&lt;/span&gt; time to take out all of Jenson's bedroom furniture, rip up our hardwood floors, redo the flooring, and hurry and put everything back together before he gets here! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356860392524692882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SldkJSfLPZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/XOljXSPQZgo/s200/summertime+2009+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who Woulda Thunk?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;lol, I love you Jakey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{At least we have something to do besides sit around and wait for the little guy.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-8811089739157529414?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/8811089739157529414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=8811089739157529414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8811089739157529414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8811089739157529414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/07/reason-1047-my-husband-is-best.html' title='Reason # 1,047 my husband is the BEST!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sldj6-t6BgI/AAAAAAAAALs/G7Cf0kb--S4/s72-c/summertime+2009+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-8350270752019319172</id><published>2009-07-07T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:15:49.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Naughty Baby Boy...</title><content type='html'>So here we are at week 39... and still not dilated at all! My doctor told me today that I will probably go a week over my due date, which is the 15th, so maybe by the 22nd I'll have my baby boy here? BUMMER, why can't my pregnant body cooperate with my impatient heart and put me into labor? I go to the Dr.'s wanting good news, and for 3 weeks now it's been, "see you next week!" I hate that! Jenson is officially grounded when he gets here for being tardy. He's not leaving the house for weeks! :) BIG TROUBLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-8350270752019319172?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/8350270752019319172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=8350270752019319172' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8350270752019319172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8350270752019319172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-naughty-baby-boy.html' title='My Naughty Baby Boy...'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-4973568963553629137</id><published>2009-06-23T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:46:37.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOOOOOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>I just went to the Dr. and he said I'm about 50% effaced, but not dilated at all. Jenson's head is still kind of high, and if he was a betting man, he would bet a lot of money that I'm not having a baby in the next week! Bummer dude, I was sort of hoping he would be as anxious to get here as I am for him to get here! Oh well, maybe next week, after doing some acrobatics he'll be closer! :) Probably still another 3 weeks until he's ready, so we'll all just have to pray that I can have the gift of PATIENCE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-4973568963553629137?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/4973568963553629137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=4973568963553629137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/4973568963553629137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/4973568963553629137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/06/boooooooooo.html' title='BOOOOOOOOOO!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-5556923576427475422</id><published>2009-06-21T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:28:02.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm 36 1/2 weeks pregnant and I look like I'm ready to pop! I have been trying to get things ready around the house so that Jenson can get here, and I think I'm almost ready! Thanks to so many family and friends for spoiling him, he has a dresser full of clothes and a cute nursery that I love to just sit in and wait. I am still teaching swim lessons and finishing my class of summer school, but overall taking it easy, and I feel fine!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349990369977201570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sj775WJAc6I/AAAAAAAAALU/R4N7uAr1n6g/s200/DSCI0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350218819098423362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sj_Lq1b4sEI/AAAAAAAAALc/q9B1Vkk4TM8/s200/DSCI0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jenson's bedding Aunt Suzee made him, it's so cute I love it, and I love her! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350219047143255378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sj_L4G-ArVI/AAAAAAAAALk/EGc5W2p3tLY/s200/DSCI0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tomorrow at the Dr.'s we will find out if I am dilated at all and if this little guy is going to be coming any time soon! I can't wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-5556923576427475422?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/5556923576427475422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=5556923576427475422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/5556923576427475422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/5556923576427475422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sj775WJAc6I/AAAAAAAAALU/R4N7uAr1n6g/s72-c/DSCI0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-7556450424664831523</id><published>2009-05-10T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:21:18.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know it doesn't entirely count, but I feel more like a mother than I ever have... so I'm counting today as kind of my first mother's day. I just laid in bed this morning feeling Jenson kick me and roll around like no other not believing that in about 2 months (!!!!) he'll finally be out here and I'll be a mommy! I can't wait! Then my wonderful husband made me breakfast in bed and then I went back to sleep and slept in waaaaay in longer than I ever do, and I cried through a really nice long letter. I think he's a keeper, he is such a loving husband and is going to be the best daddy ever, I love you Jake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MOM: Since it is mothers day I wanted to tell you about my mom. She is awesome, and she my best friend. She grew up in California and was baptized a member of the church when she was 16. She met my dad at Rick's College and they got married in LDS Oakland Temple when she was 19. Her family couldn't be there, which was very hard for her, but because of her example I always wanted to get married in the temple too because even if it is hard, she showed me that it is important. My mom is the craftiest and most creative person I know. She is always coming up with cute ideas for stuff. I could always tell her everything growing up, she let me make my own mistakes and she even knew about all of them.Okay and the few things she didn't know about back then, she knows about now, I've confessed it all! :) She was there for everything I was ever involved in, even if I wasn't good at it she has always been my number 1 fan. She also taught me to follow my heart and accomplish my dreams. Even though it was so hard for both of us when I moved to Utah right out of high school, she encouraged me to grow up and get an education. She has always made me feel important and loved, I know the base of my self esteem was instilled me through her. She has the strongest testimony and is a great example of following what the Lord wants her to do. She has always worked so hard to make our home a place where you could feel the spirit and where everybody always wanted to be. She has always worked so hard in her church callings even if it was something that was hard for her. She was with my grandma almost everyday those last couple years when she was sick, even when it got so hard, my mom is the strongest and most loving person I know. I know that my grandma is so proud of her, and I'm sure my grandma feels a little proud herself for the person that my mom is. I am so blessed to have come from a line of such amazing women, that have been through so much and are so strong! I love you mom and thank you for being the perfect example of everything I want to become!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334413533332254114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sgek2HtOLaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Sw5P2gxU6ng/s200/817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;UPDATE: Since I have been away from the blogging world for a while, here is an update on our little family: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Jake is working really hard 6 days a week doing Real Estate and seems to love it even though it's a lot of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I'm going to school through the summer, working one more month at the credit union, doing some swim lessons, and at some point giving birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-We planted our garden (well Jake planted our garden, I watched) and are just seeing some sprouts, so far we haven't killed anything yet! yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Jenson's room is in the works, we've been working on it, but with only 2 months left before his arrival there is still so much to do!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I am missing my family at home more than ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-My hormones are out of whack and I cry way more than is necessary about everything and even about nothing, and Jake has been very very patient with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Oh yeah, and my belly is huge!! 31 weeks down, 9 more to go! Time flies when you're having fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334414219677635682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SgeleEitlGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CRqUtBBIiZg/s200/Spring+2009+190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-7556450424664831523?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/7556450424664831523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=7556450424664831523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/7556450424664831523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/7556450424664831523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sgek2HtOLaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Sw5P2gxU6ng/s72-c/817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-2257053409363081142</id><published>2009-03-14T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:32:00.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A BOY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;See look, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313249377702084114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sbx0KID_fhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lgW5frcUNwY/s200/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;all BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had our ultrasound about a week ago, I know I'm a little slow on the posting! I've just been too busy now that I know it's a boy! I had to make decorations for the nursery and pick up a few outfits! We are so excited, Jake is a proud daddy, and I am an anxious mama! Here's some pictures of our cute little guy, his name is Jenson Chad Argyle (Jenson is my maiden name, and Chad is Jake's dad/also Jake's middle name) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sbx0ejogOGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8SlHNfyoc7U/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313249728700364898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sbx0ejogOGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8SlHNfyoc7U/s200/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sbx0oWpuprI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EW4_WESQdq0/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313249897014535858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sbx0oWpuprI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EW4_WESQdq0/s200/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313250342254732994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sbx1CRTQ5sI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4GhSb6Me6w4/s200/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; This one is my favorite! If you tilt your head to the right you can see him sticking out his tongue!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313250745739394130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sbx1ZwZgPFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7ujjeRVt98Q/s200/scan0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was so neat to finally see that there is actually something in there, and I couldn't be happier to be having a boy! And in the past few weeks, I have gotten a lot bigger, I have a real baby belly now, and I can feel  him moving around in there, which is very cool. We are so excited, and so in love already! My new due date is July 15th! Only 4 more months and we can hold our little Jenson in our arms, something I have waited my whole life for! I hope this goes by fast...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-2257053409363081142?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/2257053409363081142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=2257053409363081142' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/2257053409363081142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/2257053409363081142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-boy.html' title='IT&apos;S A BOY!!!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/Sbx0KID_fhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lgW5frcUNwY/s72-c/scan0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-7334894826766620181</id><published>2009-02-16T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:12:14.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SZo2aS0UqOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8QUOdSvvzqI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303611336537975010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SZo2aS0UqOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8QUOdSvvzqI/s200/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SZo2SnXZoCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/u4jwFS2m9v0/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303611204614856738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SZo2SnXZoCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/u4jwFS2m9v0/s200/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 18 weeks pregnant now, and I feel great! I know I barely have a belly, but it feels a lot bigger than it looks! It is the craziest feeling, I haven't felt it moving yet, but there is definitely something there, and apparently it's human?? I have had a pretty easy pregnancy, I feel great and can't compain at all, in fact I have loved being pregnant. At my Dr. appointments the first time we heard the heartbeat it sounded like a boy, the second time, it sounded like a girl, so I'm having one of the two! :) We find out for sure on March 5th, and it seems like that day is forever away! I can't wait to finally know who is coming into our family, is it a boy or a girl?? At first I thought I really wanted a girl first, but as time has gone on, I have decided that I just can't wait to have a baby, no matter what the gender! Jake and I are getting pretty excited, with me starting to get a little bump it is starting to feel a little more real. We spent the last weekend in St. George, and I had the hardest time with all of those baby outlets, I wish I could start it's cute little wardrobe! And I definitely can't wait to call it he/she instead of it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-7334894826766620181?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/7334894826766620181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=7334894826766620181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/7334894826766620181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/7334894826766620181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2009/02/18-weeks.html' title='18 Weeks!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SZo2aS0UqOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8QUOdSvvzqI/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-4052871344649864675</id><published>2008-12-18T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:30:59.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Finally Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SUqIxSO5v7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/dkQygAdlNpw/s1600-h/Winter+08-09+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281183893334638514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SUqIxSO5v7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/dkQygAdlNpw/s200/Winter+08-09+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SUqInyaXfuI/AAAAAAAAAIk/z2MEjWguuMw/s1600-h/Winter+08-09+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281183730173968098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SUqInyaXfuI/AAAAAAAAAIk/z2MEjWguuMw/s200/Winter+08-09+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister in law Mandie finally had her baby boy yesterday. For the last 2 weeks I thought she would have him, and finally yesterday she went in to be induced! She was such a trooper, I'm so proud of her, and she has the most beautiful new baby boy! He was 7 lbs 7 oz and came at 1:32 in the afternoon. He looks just like his daddy, and you could just tell that both parents are so in love. :) He doesn't have a name yet, but that is coming soon! We are just happy that he is here and he is healthy! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281183321592394210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SUqIQAU7ceI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_MTKyx-Y_OY/s200/Winter+08-09+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-4052871344649864675?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/4052871344649864675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=4052871344649864675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/4052871344649864675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/4052871344649864675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/12/hes-finally-here.html' title='He&apos;s Finally Here!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SUqIxSO5v7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/dkQygAdlNpw/s72-c/Winter+08-09+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-835941766643713621</id><published>2008-12-12T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:34:23.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday: I love my dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SUKmt94SAYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/f7OqrgE04XU/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp43234%253Enu%253D3242%253E37%253B%253E438%253EWSNRCG%253D3232%253B26%253A539%253A9nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278965021866590594" style="FLOAT: right; 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HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SUKlvBykmDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GRwgO5LHtCw/s200/232323232%257Ffp4323%253B%253Enu%253D3242%253E37%253B%253E438%253EWSNRCG%253D3232%253B6334%253A%253B24nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SUKueqtsu-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/OjN3Azi2-pg/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp43233%253Enu%253D3242%253E37%253B%253E438%253EWSNRCG%253D3232%253B26%253A3984%253Anu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278973555116915682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SUKueqtsu-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/OjN3Azi2-pg/s200/232323232%257Ffp43233%253Enu%253D3242%253E37%253B%253E438%253EWSNRCG%253D3232%253B26%253A3984%253Anu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278962843956992818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SUKkvMiK2zI/AAAAAAAAAG8/F0ysRMicVMs/s200/000_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am very Thankful for my dad. Today I just want to spotlight him, because I have the greatest dad a girl could ask for. I am already bawling so I don't know how I can get through this, I think I will just share with you a poem I wrote for my dad last year. It is far from professional, but it describes my dad perfectly. Just to explain: my dad has always called me Wayne, I don't really know why, but it has always been my nickname. Also, my dad has a famous line, "you'll break her neck!" that he used all the time whenever my big brother was being a tease, he was very protective of us girls. Whenever mom said no, we would go to dad, because he always said, "SUUUURE!" :) He has always taken such good care of us and been such a good example to me, I love my dad so much, and am very very grateful that he is MY dad!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad I gotta tell you, you are the best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of all dads however they come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have better qualities than the rest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm going to tell you some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was little you would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You are such a Wayne!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I knew you loved me everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even when I was a pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have a saying that is aimed to please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That you used wherever we would go: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's okay, money grows on trees!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You taught me everything I know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is why I would love to be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out with you at the store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when most dads needed to go to bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You would play a little bit more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've always been kind of like a big kid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grown up toys you've always liked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You pretend that you live on the side that is wild,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and still play with your motor bikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I have turned into a big girl these days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I see that you are not only fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you also have some grown up ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That make you number one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it comes to being an example you are the best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of what it means to hold the priesthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You give me blessings and love me more than the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even when my choices aren't good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have always been very protective of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If Tyler tried to "break my neck" you would kick his butt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now that I'm away you always call to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If my car is still running or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always have known that you will be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You always supported every activity of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You always say you miss me, and you care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told you, a dad like you is hard to find!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew someday that I would want to marry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone who loves me how you love mom so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought finding someone like you would be scary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because a find like dad? I didn't think there was such. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things are still the same even though we're older,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exept for maybe I've made you less sane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And even though I'm too big to ride on your shoulders, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still your little Wayne.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now I can't wait for my dad to be a grandpa! I have always thought that my dad is going to be the best grandpa, and now it is so soon! Thanks dad for being so fun/loving/caring/easy-going/supportive/and just all around awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-835941766643713621?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/835941766643713621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=835941766643713621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/835941766643713621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/835941766643713621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankful-thursday-i-love-my-dad.html' title='Thankful Thursday: I love my dad.'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SUKmt94SAYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/f7OqrgE04XU/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp43234%253Enu%253D3242%253E37%253B%253E438%253EWSNRCG%253D3232%253B26%253A539%253A9nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-8204639521039910599</id><published>2008-12-01T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:26:29.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dex Knows!</title><content type='html'>This is my cousin Devin, he is such a neat kid. He was born with a brain tumor, and battled chemo and radiation the first 4 years of his life. He is now cancer free (even though a doctor told his family he had a 100% chance of NOT making it to age 5), but his tumor was on his optic nerve so it left him legally blind. He is now 12 years old, and just got the priesthood and is passing the sacrament! He has the memory of a computer, it is amazing, here is a video of SOME of the addresses and phone numbers he knows.... what a kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ad6b3fb05dcfc70c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad6b3fb05dcfc70c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331072631%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D165279B4825CEBE3690DA254CB1952A5F761E28D.85F6BE634EAE2A27639D2BEAE467677A90548238%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad6b3fb05dcfc70c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdIRsFnFW57OBzoP6ghUXbjOqRig&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad6b3fb05dcfc70c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331072631%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D165279B4825CEBE3690DA254CB1952A5F761E28D.85F6BE634EAE2A27639D2BEAE467677A90548238%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad6b3fb05dcfc70c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdIRsFnFW57OBzoP6ghUXbjOqRig&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-8204639521039910599?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ad6b3fb05dcfc70c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/8204639521039910599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=8204639521039910599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8204639521039910599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8204639521039910599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/12/dex-knows.html' title='Dex Knows!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-8830675620985461250</id><published>2008-11-29T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:55:13.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Going to Have a Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>About 2 weeks ago, I had a dream that I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. The next morning it was driving me nuts, so I took one, and it was positive! I was freaking out, so I took another one and it was positive! Then, just to be sure, I went to the hospital and took a blood test, sure enough, they called me back an hour later, and it was POSITIVE! AHHH! I have been waiting for this my whole life! It has been so exciting telling our families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Jake's family, since Abbie already knew (thank goodness, because I needed her!), she organized a family home evening with everybody where we talked about giving thanks. At the end, we all wrote down 5 things we are thankful for, and Chad and Teresa read them out loud. When Chad got to Jakes, he was thankful for: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his eternal family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that he is going to be a daddy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was awesome, everybody just kept saying, "serious?" "really?" and Teresa got on the phone and called the whole family! She kept saying, "I'm so excited I can't stand it! Three babies in less than a year!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We waited until Thanksgiving to tell my family, because I wanted to tell them in person, and they didn't get here until then. We have a tradition in our family, we always play BINGO on Thanksgiving with prizes. So, I got my mom a shirt that says, "GUESS WHAT?? MY BABY IS HAVING A BABY!!" and my dad a shirt that says, "THIS IS WHAT A COOL GRANDPA LOOKS LIKE." My mom didn't want to play BINGO because she didn't feel good, so when my dad FINALLY won (it seemed like forever), they both got a prize. My dad kind of acted like he didn't want that one, and was looking at what everybody else was opening and didn't open his. My mom opened hers though, and she was over on the couch, and immediately started crying and couldn't talk. Everybody thought something was wrong with her! Her and dad were crying on and off the rest of the night, my mom would compose herself, go to call somebody, and as soon as she started to tell the story, she would lose it again! :) They are very excited to be grandparents, and my mom even said at one point, "Kelci is having a baby and I don't even live here!" and then my dad said, "you will.." So we are crossing our fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been such an exciting couple weeks, and I am looking forward to all the new excitements in the next several months! We aren't sure how far along I am, probably about 8 weeks, I see the doctor for the first time Tuesday! I can't wait! It makes us feel nervous but so excited at the same time. We didn't get pictures with Jake's family, but we did get some with mine! Also some semi-videos... my aunt didn't know it was on video, and thought she was taking pictures! 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a42c0f383740edf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/8830675620985461250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=8830675620985461250' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8830675620985461250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8830675620985461250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-are-going-to-have-baby.html' title='We Are Going to Have a Baby!!!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/STFvq4-movI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KYy3UUjfUlU/s72-c/Baby!+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-3235455496093727672</id><published>2008-11-13T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:18:14.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Lor: 10 Random things you may not know about me</title><content type='html'>1. My worst habit (according to Jake), is that I love to pop my gum through my teeth, I don't even notice I'm doing it, until I catch on to the glare from Jake, that is my que to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I HATE when people add -ers and sometimes -ey to the end of words! Like, "twinners," or "lovey" ...you get the idea. It drives me nuts! "Yayers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I played water polo all through high school, and we never won a game... but I loved it, so that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I used to hate all sorts of food, like tomatoes, mushrooms, avacado... now I LOVE it all, I'll eat anything. The only thing I really turn away from still is olives, they look like baby slugs and taste similar too... I bet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I taught swim lessons all through high school, was on the swim team since I was 8 and was even captain my senior year. I still teach swim lessons in the summer, I guess you could say that is my passion, I love the water, I just might be half fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Besides swimming, my other passion is kids. I've been known to be the "baby hog," or the "baby smuggler," you might have a different nick-name for me that you haven't shared with me vocally... but that's besides the point. I love kids, they make me laugh, and I just think they are the closest thing to heaven that Heavenly Father gives us. That is why I am going to have my own preschool in the next couple years... it is in the making. Oh and my own babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am kind of a slob at heart... the only reason my house ever gets clean, is because my husband is a clean freak! I help out a lot too, don't get me wrong, but it is only because I have had to learn that cleanliness really is a nice trait, I'm working on it okay! Just don't ask my mom about my bedroom my whole life... she might cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am the middle child, therefore I have middle child syndrome, meaning I totally got gypped! I am the only musically NOT talented child in my family. My sister has the voice of a goddess and can bring a stadium to tears, and my brother writes songs and plays guitar and also has a voice that gives you chills. Then there is me... I can't bring you to tears or give you chills, but I could make you cringe! That has to count for something I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I do not like animals at all. I only like humans. Dogs stink, cats are boring, and they make me have allergic reactions. Why anyone would want a pet is beyond me. I had a fish one time and tried to kill it until my grandma found out, so I gave it to my cousins. I mean I understand that they can be cute and can make some people happy, but just not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I really like decorating. I may not be the best at, but it's okay, it is something that I enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-3235455496093727672?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/3235455496093727672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=3235455496093727672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/3235455496093727672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/3235455496093727672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-lor-10-random-things-you-may.html' title='Tagged by Lor: 10 Random things you may not know about me'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-6522288450793436087</id><published>2008-11-04T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:35:42.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW PRESENTING: JAKE with tonights entertainment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SRCVcuHznnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OC-KD44TYzg/s1600-h/DSCI0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264872285045759602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SRCVcuHznnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OC-KD44TYzg/s200/DSCI0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Disclaimer: This picture has nothing to do with him talking in his sleep, I just thought it was funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jake is so funny, especially in his sleep. He yells and talks in his sleep ALL THE TIME! It is so funny, I'm a much lighter sleeper than he is, so I hear it almost everynight. Most of the time, he is totally peeved at somebody or something. Also, most of the time he wakes me up by his hollering, I get a good laugh, go back to sleep and can't remember it in the morning! That makes me so mad! So here are some that I actually remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One night he was talking about some girl Kaylee, and how he needed to find her skis. When he woke up and I asked him about Kaylee, he claims he had no idea what I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "DRIVES ME NUTS!" (I think this one was him venting about his wife. He knows better than to do it when he is awake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "DA**IT!" (yes, believe it or not Jake says bad words sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Get a yard pal!" (he was really ticked off at this guy..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The other night I came back to bed after blowing my nose, Jake says, "Do I still ache?" so I was like, "WHAT?" and he said clearer, "DO I STILL ACHE" I said NO. And he turns his back to me and says, "WHATEVER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. One morning I was getting ready for my early class, Jake was still asleep. I sneezed, and from the bedroom I hear him yell, "STOP IT!!" I thought my goodness, I didn't mean to. But then a couple mintues later I hear him yell, "NO!" He was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I don't have kids to keep me entertained, I still have Jake. I wish I could remember &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the funny things he has said, maybe I need to keep notebook by the bed...&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/2123691230108216335-6522288450793436087?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/6522288450793436087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=6522288450793436087' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6522288450793436087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6522288450793436087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-presenting-jake-with-tonights.html' title='NOW PRESENTING: JAKE with tonights entertainment...'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SRCVcuHznnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OC-KD44TYzg/s72-c/DSCI0504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-6352593399495560467</id><published>2008-11-04T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:09:10.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-4-4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SRCKqwMbDMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lMkxx2aNPGg/s1600-h/Honeymoon+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264860431492254914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SRCKqwMbDMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lMkxx2aNPGg/s200/Honeymoon+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the 4th picture in my 4th folder :) It is me and my cute little niece Allie right after her Grandpa Chad/my father-in-law got set apart to be in the high council. (We matched!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH and I almost forgot, I TAG KYDEE, KORTNEY, STACEY AND MARCIE. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-6352593399495560467?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/6352593399495560467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=6352593399495560467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6352593399495560467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6352593399495560467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/11/4-4-4.html' title='4-4-4'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SRCKqwMbDMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lMkxx2aNPGg/s72-c/Honeymoon+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-4925320488586178868</id><published>2008-10-16T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:30:07.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm thankful that my mom will be here in 4 days!&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm thankful that we got some pumpkins from our garden before it froze.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm thankful for country music television.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm thankful that I have almost made it to my 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm thankful for auto insurance.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm thankful that I am getting an education, even though sometimes I don't want to go to school, it really is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm thankful that Jake did the dishes yesterday so I didn't have to (however, I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; thankful that it's my turn). :)&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm thankful for my eye drops, they are a life saver, my eyes are itchy.&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm thankful for my job, I really like it!&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm thankful that it's fall break today and tomorrow, so I don't need to go to school! *(even though school is still a blessing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kelci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-4925320488586178868?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/4925320488586178868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=4925320488586178868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/4925320488586178868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/4925320488586178868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/10/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-2014486672202090553</id><published>2008-10-09T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:18:42.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Thankful Thursday, to say the least!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't even know where to start. I have had quite the emotional past 30 hours, I have so much to be grateful for today! For starters, that I am here to write this blog! This is my story, hopefully I can get through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday morning I was driving home from school, looking down laughing at funny Kortney's texts. I was in the left hand lane on I-15 almost to the Payson exit, when I looked up and saw that I was drifting over to the left. Panicked, I tried to get back on course, and overcorrected. The next few seconds are a complete blur to me, it still feels like a dream. I could hear my tires squeel and just knew I could not get control as my car was swerving on the freeway. I could feel my tires coming off the asphalt in my efforts. The next thing I know my car was rolling, but off to the right. All I could think was that I was going to die, I thought to myself that I knew my head was going to be crushed any second, and I was really just hoping it wouldn't hurt. This is the scariest thing I have ever experienced, I have never felt so close to death, and to my surprise, I didn't even have time to be scared. I now know it was because I was being comforted. My car finally stopped rolling, and landed upside down. Glass was everywhere around me along with crushed car, I started bawling when reality hit me that I was totally unharmed, but hanging upside down &lt;em&gt;by my seatbelt&lt;/em&gt;, with my head inches away from the roof/ground. I don't know how it ended up there, but my cell phone was in my hand dialing Jake (I know I had let go of it to try to gain control), but he didn't answer. I heard somebody asking if I was okay, and behind me was a man in a white shirt and tie looking through the shattered back upside-down windshield, the only place I could get out. I unbuckled my seatbelt and tried not to land on my un-touched head, and tried crawling to the back, but this man ended up pulling me out. (I later found out this man was behind me the whole time and saw it happen, his name is David Timmons, an earthly angel for me that day). The cops came, the paramedics came, and the firefighters came. One of the firefighters was a man that I work with, so he called my work right away to let them know, and to let Mandie (my sister in law) know that I could not get a hold of my husband. I called my mom, which I know it would only make her worried when she is so far away and couldn't do anything, but who doesn't need their mom at a time like this? I felt completely fine, no scratches or bruises, except for my thumb sort of hurt and I got a scratch from the glass while getting out, but it is less serious than a paper cut. I was shocked that I wasn't feeling any pain anywhere in my body. I knew I needed to say a prayer to my Heavenly Father for helping me walk away from this, but all I could say through my sobs was, "thank you, thank you," as I stared at my completely crushed car except for the part where I had my bubble of protection. They told me I could take an ambulance to the hospital, but I assured them over and over that I was completely fine. Jake, (who was having as hard of a time emotionally as I was) asked, "are you sure?" and I whispered, "Jake I could do a cartwheel!" (Even though I was sure not in the mood to try it!) Jake's family insisted that I at least get checked out at the hospital, so he took me there where his mom, sister, aunts, and grandma were already there waiting for us, in tears. Since the only pain I felt was in my thumb, they took an X-ray just to find out it wasn't broken (which I was sure I already knew), but they wanted to put a splint on it (which I was sure was completely unnecessary). Needless to say, it came off right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255246254299428978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SO5in_K4OHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cOUSXY0qi8c/s200/Kelci%27_car_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is when we went to go look at it at the impound lot, it was right-side-up again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm so why on earth would I be thankful today? Maybe because I had angels watching over me. My grandma was always a very protective worry-wart, and there is no doubt in my mind that even though she is now on the other side of the veil, she is still protecting me, along with my other family members (some that I haven't met). Oh how I can't wait to thank them someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the holy ghost was there to comfort me in those seconds when I was rolling down the hill to let me know it was going to be okay. I am grateful that nobody was hurt, there was nobody even close to me when I was swerving through the freeway, and going back this morning, I saw where I went off the road, right in the middle of those metal poles they have every so often. Some witnesses at the seem kept saying, "You are so lucky!" &lt;br /&gt; Lucky? I don't think so, just very very blessed. I am so grateful that my Heavenly Father is watching out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful that I have so many people that love me. I wanted so badly to curl up in my mommy's lap like I was five again. But it still felt like that when I showed up to the hospital in arms and arms of hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very grateful for my friends, family members, releif society, bishopric, my visiting teachers, work, who have come over to check on me/made dinner/called/ brought us treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in a little bit of a shock. Mainly, I am shocked that my biggest pain was none at all. Today I feel a little tense, but that's it. I am still waiting for somebody to pinch me and say, "just kidding!" It still doesn't feel like it really happened! OH, and it turns out I did break a nail, NOT HAPPY! :) And I didn't even like that stupid car anyways! (OK, so I loved that car, it was so cute, but if I had to choose between my car and life, I'D PICK LIFE) :) I'm grateful that it wasn't long after we could make jokes about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake said, "If you wanted a new car so bad, you just had to ask!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I (in all my wisdom) pointed out, "I think Heavenly Father is telling us to have kids right away.." ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake said, "K That's really stretchin' it..." Hey I tried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything happens for a reason. It is amazing to me how it only take 5 seconds, and you could lose somebody. It is so scary. I am so grateful for my life, I know I am just not done, I haven't fulfilled my purpose here on earth, whatever it may be. I know that I still have a lot of work to do here, I need to get going! There is so many things I could be doing better in my life, and it is time for me to start trying a lot harder to be a little better, because you never know when your time is up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE REMEMBER TO WEAR YOUR SEATBELT. DON'T USE YOUR PHONE WHEN YOU ARE DRIVING. Please learn from my mistake. I learned a good way to guilt you into it yesterday from my mother-in-law, "If you love your family, you will wear your seatbelt. If you love your family, you will pay attention and not use your stupid cell phone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also last night, me and Jake just cuddled, and held eachother, trying to let this all sink in. I could not be here, and that scares me to death. Jake told me, "I just don't work without you." Life is precious! Don't take anything for granted! You never think anything like this can happen to you, but what I learned the hard way, it can! Fortunately in this case, everything in this accident played out perfectly, one nurse told me, "If you had to get in an accident, then you did it right." I still can't believe how many things could have gone wrong, or worse, and they just didn't. I really think I was in this invisible force-field where I was just untouched. What a blessing! What a miracle! (Can't you tell I'm still in shock?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;K now I know I am just rambling on. I just feel like I need to remember everything I am feeling, because someday when I am a mom, I will want to tell my kids what a loving Heavenly Father I have, that knows me, and knows when I am being dumb, and protected my life. I am so grateful for the gospel in my life. I am so grateful for the power of prayer. I am so grateful for the Holy Ghost. I am so grateful for our eternal perspective we have, I know that someday I can be with my family, and my husband, for all eternity! I know that Jesus Christ is my savior and he has saved my life in more ways than one! I know that if we are trying to live like him he will bless us in un-imaginable ways! I know that he gave his life for us so that we could have second chances in life, in whatever it may be. I know that my life is a gift, and I know where all blessings come from! I know that Heavenly Father sends us angels from the other side of the veil, as well as here on earth! Today I just can't help but have the heaviest, and most sincerely grateful heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-2014486672202090553?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/2014486672202090553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=2014486672202090553' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/2014486672202090553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/2014486672202090553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-thankful-thursday-to-say-least.html' title='Very Thankful Thursday, to say the least!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SO5in_K4OHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cOUSXY0qi8c/s72-c/Kelci%27_car_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-865796810846422331</id><published>2008-10-03T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:29:19.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday... on Friday</title><content type='html'>1. I am grateful for the woman my little sister has become. She is one of the best people I know, she has always wanted to make friends and include everybody ever since she could talk. She has such a strong testimony that it blows my mind, she doesn't let temptation get the best of her, she is just too strong. She has the best personality, she always makes me laugh, and everybody else around her. She is so talented, she has a beautiful voice, something that I definitely wasn't blessed with. I can't help but admit that I have always wanted to be just like her! This girl also has no shame, by that I mean she doesn't care what other people think about her, she is just "Loriel," and theres nothing that is going to stop her! I am so thankful to have her in my life and to be able to brag about her, and to look up to her so much! (Not just literally!)&lt;-- that's such an old joke, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252962175917631586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SOZFRIIiKGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/C1Q2DjjeK1M/s200/family+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am so grateful for the family I married into. I have the best mother/father/sisters/brothers/aunts/uncles/cousins/grandparents-in laws that I could ever ask for! Seriously, people always talk about their in-laws and roll their eyes, not me, I love them! This family Jake came from is so loving and giving and I they have made me feel like I belong since the first time I met ALL of them at the Spanish Fork rodeo only a few years back. It's wierd how it feels like I've known everybody for years. And if I don't say so myself, I think my husband turned out pretty awesome, so I am eternally grateful to them for that. I am grateful that I haven't had to get too homesick, because even though my family is far away, I still have a family here! I know this is very general, I will get to specifics later, but today I'm just so thankful for the whole package!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am grateful for good songs. This sounds silly, but let me explain. You know those songs that come on the radio and make you cry? For me it is actually many, it has always been a running joke with Jake, a song will come on and he'll say, "this song makes you cry huh." And I will already be crying. He knows me too well! However I love songs that do that, sorry I just have a lot of feelings! Lately the one that makes me cry everytime I hear it is Kelly Pickler's "Don't You Know You're Beautiful," at the part when she is talking about the homecoming queen in the back seat and she says, "if you talked to friends who have been where your at, I bet they would say they want their innocence back." I just love it! We need more songs like that that promote good values. "Don't you know you're beautifuuuuuulll just the way you arrrrrrrrrre." How could you not cry! I am just thankful for music that moves me to tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-865796810846422331?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/865796810846422331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=865796810846422331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/865796810846422331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/865796810846422331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/10/thankful-thursday-on-friday.html' title='Thankful Thursday... on Friday'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SOZFRIIiKGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/C1Q2DjjeK1M/s72-c/family+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-8605725147090039818</id><published>2008-09-30T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:47:19.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having fun with Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last weekend we got to go four wheeling up in Bird's Eye with Dallas and Kydee! I told Jake it just doesn't feel like Fall until we do just that, because we always do this time of year, ever since we started dating. So it finally feels like fall! All of the leaves are getting so pretty, this time of year is really starting to be my favorite, I thought I was a summer girl, but I'm pretty sure I'm really a fall girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251869561239100850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SOJjilRX3bI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Bvu4MhoHZ1M/s200/DSCI0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251869444449161890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SOJjbyMe0qI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AWjwk6iXxII/s200/DSCI0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, me and my friend Becca who is going to UofU went to the Hogle Zoo on Saturday. She is the best, she is like my sister from another mister, it was so fun to be able to spend some time with her because I just love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251869731559162018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SOJjsfw1wKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CdJXCDtfyeA/s200/DSCI0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-8605725147090039818?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/8605725147090039818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=8605725147090039818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8605725147090039818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8605725147090039818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/09/having-fun-with-friends.html' title='Having fun with Friends'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SOJjilRX3bI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Bvu4MhoHZ1M/s72-c/DSCI0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-4040698723744607806</id><published>2008-09-25T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:03:37.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>So since I don't have cute kids to blog about, I wanted to start doing a Thankful Thursday, because I still have sooo much to be grateful for! I am so blessed, and sometimes you just need to get it out! So what am I grateful for this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm grateful that my husband is such a hard worker. Besides all of his other redeeming qualities, my Jake works so hard, and I think that is a wonderful quality for a husband to have. He definitely takes providing for his family very seriously, and our family is only little! He takes such good care of me, here I am crying already and I'm only on number 1... but that's not a surprise! I just never have to worry, and neither do my parents ever, because he just works his butt off to make sure we are taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm grateful that me and my mom have always been able to relate so well. We have always been best friends, I don't ever remember being upset at each other, we have just always gotten along. Even back when I was a terrible teen I could go to her about anything! She never has made me feel bad for my choices or thought I should be doing things her way, she has only been there to support through everything. I just feel like I have been so lucky in the mom department, and I just hope and pray that someday I can be just like her and be able to be the exact same mom to my children. I love my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm grateful for the organization of the gospel! I have been in a lot of different wards in the past few years, and everywhere there is church, it just feels right. Moving to Payson we moved into such a wonderful ward family, everybody has been so welcoming and nice, I have never been short of impressed with these people! It is just funny how everything happens for a reason, and I know I am right where I am supposed to be right now. It is so nice to feel like I have a home away from home. Seattle will always be home to me, but Payson is finally feeling like a close second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about what I am grateful for, but that would just be emotionally overwhelming for me right now, and I have plenty of weeks to count my blessings. What a loving Heavenly Father we have! Maybe I should call this "Tearful Thursday" instead. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-4040698723744607806?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/4040698723744607806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=4040698723744607806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/4040698723744607806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/4040698723744607806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/09/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-5761440076920460823</id><published>2008-09-19T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:58:55.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you done?</title><content type='html'>I got this from Callie and thought it looked like fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is to highlight the things you have done out of the 200 items on the list.&lt;br /&gt;1. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Been a part of a hockey fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;10. Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Stayed up all night long and watched the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;20. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;br /&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Taken an ice cold bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;28. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;30. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;32. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;br /&gt;33. Adopted an accent for fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Felt very happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;36. Loved your job 90% of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;38. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;40. Gone on a midnight walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;41. Gone sky diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;43. Ever bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited India&lt;br /&gt;45. Bench-pressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;46. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;47. Alphabetized your personal files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;48. Ever worn a superhero costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;49. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;50. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;55. Done something you should regret, but don't&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;60. Gone without food for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;61. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;65. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;66. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone - verbal not physical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;68. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;70. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Called or written your Congress person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;72. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;74. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Won money&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;78. Ridden a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;79. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;80. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;81. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;83. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read The Bible cover to cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;86. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;87. Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;88. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;89. Changed your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Caught a fly in the air with your bare hands&lt;br /&gt;91. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;92. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;93. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;94. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;br /&gt;96. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;97.Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;98. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;br /&gt;99. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;101. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;102. Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;104. Rocked a baby to sleep&lt;br /&gt;105. Ever dropped a cat from a high place to see if it really lands on all four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Raked your carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;107. Brought out the best in people&lt;br /&gt;108. Brought out the worst in people&lt;br /&gt;109. Worn a mood ring&lt;br /&gt;110. Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Carved an animal from a piece of wood or bar of soap&lt;br /&gt;112. Cooked a dish where four people asked for the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;113. Buried a child&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone to a Broadway (or equivalent to your country) play&lt;br /&gt;115. Been inside the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;16. Shot a basketball into a basket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Danced at a disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;118. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Shot a bird&lt;br /&gt;120. Gone to an arboretum&lt;br /&gt;121. Tutored someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;122. Ridden a train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Brought an old fad back into style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;124. Eaten caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. Let a salesman talk you into something you didn’t need&lt;br /&gt;126. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ridden a&lt;/span&gt; giraffe or &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;127. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;128. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;129. Lived in a historic place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;130. Acted in a play or performed on a stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Asked for a raise&lt;br /&gt;132. Made a hole-in-one&lt;br /&gt;133. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;134. Gone roller skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;135. Ran a marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;136. Learned to surf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Invented something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;138. Flown first class&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Spent the night in a 5-star luxury suite&lt;br /&gt;140. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;141. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;142. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;143. Gone spelunking&lt;br /&gt;144. Learned how to take a compliment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;145. Written a love-story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;147. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;148. Written a fan letter&lt;br /&gt;149. Spent the night in something haunted&lt;br /&gt;150. Owned a St. Bernard or Great Dane&lt;br /&gt;151. Ran away&lt;br /&gt;152. Learned to juggle&lt;br /&gt;153. Been a boss&lt;br /&gt;154. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;155. Lied about your weight&lt;br /&gt;156. Gone on a diet&lt;br /&gt;157. Found an arrowhead or a gold nugget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;158. Written a poem&lt;br /&gt;159. Carried your lunch in a lunch box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;160. Gotten food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;161. Gone on a service, humanitarian or religious mission&lt;br /&gt;162. Hiked the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;163. Sat on a park bench and fed the ducks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164. Gone to the opera&lt;br /&gt;165. Gotten a letter from someone famous&lt;br /&gt;166. Worn knickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;167. Ridden in a limousine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;168. Attended the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;169. Can hula or waltz&lt;br /&gt;170. Read a half dozen Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys books&lt;br /&gt;171. Been stuck in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;172. Had a revelatory dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;173. Thought you might crash in an airplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174. Had a song dedicated to you on the radio or at a concert&lt;br /&gt;175. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;176. Eaten raw whale&lt;br /&gt;177. Know how to tat, smock or do needlepoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;178. Laughed till your side hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;179. Straddled the equator&lt;br /&gt;180. Taken a photograph of something other than people that is worth framing&lt;br /&gt;181. Gone to a Shakespeare Festival&lt;br /&gt;182. Sent a message in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;183. Spent the night in a hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;184. Been a cashier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;185. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;186. Joined a union&lt;br /&gt;187. Donated blood or plasma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;188. Built a camp fire&lt;br /&gt;189. Kept a blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;190. Had hives&lt;br /&gt;191. Worn custom made shoes or boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;192. Made a PowerPoint presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;193. Taken a Hunter’s Safety Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;194. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;195. Conquered the Rubik’s cube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;196. Know CPR&lt;br /&gt;197. Ridden in or owned a convertible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;198. Found a long lost friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;199. Helped solve a crime&lt;br /&gt;200. Responded to a NJP newsletter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-5761440076920460823?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/5761440076920460823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=5761440076920460823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/5761440076920460823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/5761440076920460823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-have-you-done.html' title='What have you done?'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-6885726936581992423</id><published>2008-09-09T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:10:46.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Makes a House a Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't blogged forever, I know, I'm a slacker. So much has happened in the past 5 months! There is a lot of catching up to do! In June we bought a house, and moved in in July. We have been busy making our house homey. Jake loves taking care of his new yard, and I have loved trying to decorate. We had a busy summer, Jake worked a lot, and played softball, and I did swim lessons, which I loved, but it was sure tiring! My BFF Kydee got married, and we had a reception in our new back yard, so that kept us busy in August. I was also able to go home to Seattle for 2 weekends in August for Kydee's bridal shower and then her reception. It was so good to spend some time with my family, and see some friends. We have both started school again at UVU, and were even able to take a class together, so that makes the night class seem so much more bearable! We love our new house and our new ward, after a few busy months, it feels good to almost feel back to normal, even though we still have so much going on! Here's some house pics, more pictures later! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244131755986482370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SMbmDCbrdMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L8BZeQbytfc/s200/kitch1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244130501833151074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SMbk6CWOUmI/AAAAAAAAADk/QvFS8Rvbu98/s200/kitch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244128819333813714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SMbjYGjH1dI/AAAAAAAAADc/oL_yLQHcPY8/s200/fam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244128353349692498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SMbi8-n2bFI/AAAAAAAAADU/UWZZU9XYv6w/s200/fam4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-6885726936581992423?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/6885726936581992423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=6885726936581992423' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6885726936581992423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/6885726936581992423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-makes-house-home.html' title='Love Makes a House a Home'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SMbmDCbrdMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L8BZeQbytfc/s72-c/kitch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-2515304466694991737</id><published>2008-03-26T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:24:00.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need To Get A Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, in an outlet for my little problem, I found a website where I can morph mine and Jake's faces together to see what our kids will look like! Haha, here is what I came up with (the first one is our baby pictures morphed together, the second one is adult... yikes!): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182163795301404722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R-q-g_rUkDI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZpbMwwryj9g/s200/little-baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182163799596372034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R-q-hPrUkEI/AAAAAAAAACs/1mpAJJtuJ4Y/s200/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-2515304466694991737?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/2515304466694991737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=2515304466694991737' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/2515304466694991737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/2515304466694991737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-to-get-life.html' title='I Need To Get A Life.'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R-q-g_rUkDI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZpbMwwryj9g/s72-c/little-baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-8028352862381424711</id><published>2008-03-26T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:54:59.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a little problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's called baby hunger. That doesn't mean that I want to eat babies, it just means that I want one! I think it is a real diagnos-able problem, you even take pills to cure it, called birth control. Except for what about the mental aspect of baby hunger? Are there pills for that? Why does everybody around me talk about babies? Even at work, today everybody was talking about when they had their kids, and were pulling out baby pictures. Abbie is having her baby soon, and I thought that would help me with my problem, but I have a feeling it is only going to get worse. You see, when I honestly, truthfully think about having kids right now, it is &lt;em&gt;scary&lt;/em&gt;! But... I have wanted to be a mom my whole life, and it is just hard to be patient for the right time. The right time isn't going to be soon, in reality, but can we just humor me for the time being, and look at baby pictures of me and Jake, and imagine how cute our kids could turn out? Thank you, blogspot, for your time, and for letting me vent. Love, Kelci&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182155527489359890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R-q2_vrUkBI/AAAAAAAAACU/OAy89HMQz5A/s200/Jake+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182155531784327202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R-q2__rUkCI/AAAAAAAAACc/XzkKtx2Zlc8/s200/kelci27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-8028352862381424711?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/8028352862381424711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=8028352862381424711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8028352862381424711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8028352862381424711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-little-problem.html' title='I have a little problem...'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R-q2_vrUkBI/AAAAAAAAACU/OAy89HMQz5A/s72-c/Jake+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-1089999177392424364</id><published>2008-03-23T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:24:21.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R-ZtRPrUkAI/AAAAAAAAACM/KNTrL87TVmE/s1600-h/easter+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180948564369772546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R-ZtRPrUkAI/AAAAAAAAACM/KNTrL87TVmE/s320/easter+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R-Zq1vrUj_I/AAAAAAAAACE/uFjsdGl3W30/s1600-h/easter+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180945892900114418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R-Zq1vrUj_I/AAAAAAAAACE/uFjsdGl3W30/s320/easter+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It finally feels like Easter! Yesterday Jake and I got to go to 2 Easter egg hunts with his sister Abbie and her two kids, Allie and Austin. It was so much fun watching them run around and "hunt" for treats. And since they are the cutest kids in the whole world, it was also quite entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-1089999177392424364?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/1089999177392424364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=1089999177392424364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/1089999177392424364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/1089999177392424364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R-ZtRPrUkAI/AAAAAAAAACM/KNTrL87TVmE/s72-c/easter+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-4381749382282856045</id><published>2008-03-20T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:12:15.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We love Argyle boys, and their mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R-J91vrUj-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/zDlY2V8FM08/s1600-h/Honeymoon+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179840883714199522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R-J91vrUj-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/zDlY2V8FM08/s320/Honeymoon+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Mother Teresa's birthday me and Calee and of course our hubbies made a cute little thing for her that included this picture, and a poem that said: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the Mother I received the day I wed your son, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I just want to thank you, Mom, for all the things you've done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've given me a gracious man with whom I share my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are his lovely mother, and I his lucky wife!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You used to pat his little head, and now I hold his hand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you raised with love a little boy and gave to me a man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isnt it cute! And I must say Calee, we are HOT. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-4381749382282856045?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/4381749382282856045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=4381749382282856045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/4381749382282856045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/4381749382282856045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-love-argyle-boys-and-their-mom.html' title='We love Argyle boys, and their mom!'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R-J91vrUj-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/zDlY2V8FM08/s72-c/Honeymoon+081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-7218074909586757547</id><published>2008-03-14T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:06:55.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R9tKSeso-JI/AAAAAAAAABM/FBbQLCFVrbM/s1600-h/DSCI0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177813877930915986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="170" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R9tKSeso-JI/AAAAAAAAABM/FBbQLCFVrbM/s320/DSCI0281.JPG" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R9tKS-so-LI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZZkqg_R4hQw/s1600-h/DSCI0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it sure has been awhile since I have added to this blog, so I decided it was time to do some catching up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been having so much fun with friends and family these past few months, I thought I would add some pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;January we went to the Brad Paisley concert with my brother and BFF Kydee. It was so much fun &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R9tKTOso-MI/AAAAAAAAABk/a4cpdcfsisM/s1600-h/n507758065_631792_2182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177813890815817922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R9tKTOso-MI/AAAAAAAAABk/a4cpdcfsisM/s320/n507758065_631792_2182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to enjoy some good entertainment and just goof off. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R9tKSuso-KI/AAAAAAAAABU/7WoWQ_CVYfc/s1600-h/DSCI0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177813882225883298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="156" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R9tKSuso-KI/AAAAAAAAABU/7WoWQ_CVYfc/s320/DSCI0319.JPG" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had sooo much snow this year, so we had fun with Jake's family up in Birds Eye tubing! It was a riot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago we went down to Vegas to watch Nascar with a bunch of friends, I didn't know what to expect, but it was a blast! Even though hottie Jimmy Johnson didn't win, we were also able to get some sunshine. The best part was that my dad met us down there, and I got to see him even if was just for 24 hours, but I sure missed him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this past week I got to go to Disney on ice with my friend Kayla, Jake's cousins Lindsey, Caselyn, and Brielle, and our little niece Allie! It was so much fun being with princesses for a night. Allie sums it up when I asked her what her favorite part was, "The whole thing! I wish I could go again!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, hopefully I can get better at this blogging, it so much fun to look at everybody elses I decided I would try to make mine more interesting! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R9tKTOso-NI/AAAAAAAAABs/RQD62a31gO8/s1600-h/nascar+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177813890815817938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R9tKTOso-NI/AAAAAAAAABs/RQD62a31gO8/s320/nascar+group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-7218074909586757547?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/7218074909586757547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=7218074909586757547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/7218074909586757547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/7218074909586757547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2008/03/recent-adventures.html' title='Recent Adventures'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R9tKSeso-JI/AAAAAAAAABM/FBbQLCFVrbM/s72-c/DSCI0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-8919075911324285484</id><published>2007-12-22T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:12:13.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R9tMhuso-OI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qm6wSE-Bj5A/s1600-h/0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177816338947176674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R9tMhuso-OI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qm6wSE-Bj5A/s320/0994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my grandma Carolyn Rummell passed away peacefully in her sleep at 4am. She has been battling breast cancer for the past 2 years, for the second time in her life. She has been fighting so hard to stay here with us, but Heavenly Father finally couldn't take it any longer, because he needs her home now. She has been so sick, and it was so hard to see her in pain, she gave it all she could, but there comes to a point when it is in the Lord's hands, no longer the doctors. It just feels like it isn't fair, it is Christmas time, we have always spent Christmas with grandma, along with every other holiday and excuse for a celebration. I know that we will see her again, I do have a testimony that families are forever, I just wish we never had to go through missing the ones we love, wouldn't it be great if this blink we call life could be lived with all of our loved ones at the same time, come and go together. Then we wouldn't have to spend hours crying and wishing. Grandma was the one that there for me my whole life, always concerned about what was going on in school, never failing to ask about every detail of every date, and loving me no matter what. If there is anybody that has a love unfeigned it is her, she could care less if you wanted to pierce your eyebrows or get tattoos (for example only, I was never interested just for the record!), she just wanted us to be happy. Whenever mom said no, we would say, "well let's ask grandma!" She one time said to me, "I may not be able to go to church every Sunday but I can honestly say I am a true Christian," and she sure was, she was such a good mom to my mom, and had the biggest heart. One time I was trying to kill my stupid pet fish by not feeding it, and when she found out I got a scolding, "Kelci Jenson! We do not kill living things in this family! Not even a little fish! You go feed that fish right now!" and so I did, just because I didn't want grandma to worry. :o) If there is anybody that could literally talk your head off it was her, when Loriel was little she called her "Grandma la-la-la-la," because she could even see then that grandma was famous for a good story. I will miss going to her house and being handed a stack full of catalogs to look through, while her yummy dinner is cooking, and listening to stories about some second cousin somewhere, but it is a blessing to know she is out of pain and keeping everybody company in heaven. Our loss is Heaven's gain, and her strength and love in the example she has been to me my whole life, I hope and pray can let live through me. If I could give her something for Christmas, it would be a promise that I will try my best to someday be just like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123691230108216335-8919075911324285484?l=jakeandkelci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/feeds/8919075911324285484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123691230108216335&amp;postID=8919075911324285484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8919075911324285484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123691230108216335/posts/default/8919075911324285484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakeandkelci.blogspot.com/2007/12/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>Kelci and Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S5grqF8UGJI/AAAAAAAAASo/XGD_x3B3i7U/S220/IMG_4984.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/R9tMhuso-OI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qm6wSE-Bj5A/s72-c/0994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
