<?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-7822262155230722981</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:45:57.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Templeton's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-1278439955247820956</id><published>2010-01-09T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:56:00.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to the amazing spirit and life of Bessie Vance, my&amp;nbsp;Memaw and hero.&amp;nbsp; On Monday before Christmas we traveled to Paris, Texas to say goodbye to Memaw and lay her to rest.&amp;nbsp; This was the single hardest day of my life thus far.&amp;nbsp; I never thought it would be so hard to say goodbye to her.&amp;nbsp; Memaw was one of my best friends; she knew how to make me laugh, feel loved, and comfort me in just the right way when things weren't going my way. She knew the vulnerability of my heart and my secrets&amp;nbsp;that made me, me. Even as I type this I find it so difficult to talk about her in past tense.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I always thought losing a loved one would challenge my faith--push me to a place where I just didn't understand.&amp;nbsp; I, however, feel completely opposite.&amp;nbsp; In fact, knowing that Memaw has gone to heaven to be with Jesus Christ gives me the motivation and desire to live a life full of Christ so that I might be reunited with her again.&amp;nbsp; I will miss her everyday for the rest of my life.&amp;nbsp; I find myself telling stories about her or doing things in the kitchen and wanting to call her and tell her about it.&amp;nbsp; That's when it hurts a little more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself buried with devastation on Christmas Eve, wondering how I would enjoy the holidays without my Memaw.&amp;nbsp; I wanted this to be special because it would be our first Christmas with Jackson.&amp;nbsp; That evening I was going through my address book and out slipped a note.&amp;nbsp; I had no idea what it was, but discovered it was a note from Memaw.&amp;nbsp; It was exactly what I needed to hear in my time of hurting.&amp;nbsp; I won't retype it all for this blog, but here's what part of it read:&lt;br /&gt;"We will think of you Ashley where ever you are Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Out of sight is not out of mind.&amp;nbsp; Always know you are very special to your Memaw and Pawpaw.&amp;nbsp; Have a wonderful Christmas and the best New Year you have ever had.&amp;nbsp; We love you-Memaw and Pawpaw xxooox." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hundreds of notes just like these.&amp;nbsp; I keep them all in a special place.&amp;nbsp; It was amazing that this note just so happened to find me when I needed it.&amp;nbsp; We did have a beautiful Christmas and New Years with our precious Jackson-the best one I have ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-1278439955247820956?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1278439955247820956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2010/01/saying-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1278439955247820956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1278439955247820956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2010/01/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-4209187212427222290</id><published>2009-12-17T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:54:44.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Updated Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylRUM9yTbI/AAAAAAAAAhI/3tYILvwT_Wg/s1600-h/IMG_2346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylRUM9yTbI/AAAAAAAAAhI/3tYILvwT_Wg/s320/IMG_2346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nemo, Ema (cousin), and Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Day-11/26/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylRquZenmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kPevuCNwqs0/s1600-h/IMG_2373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylRquZenmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kPevuCNwqs0/s320/IMG_2373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jackson and Collin's playdate at the Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;11/27/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylSCI6L2kI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jAlGrml2d3U/s1600-h/IMG_2396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylSCI6L2kI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jAlGrml2d3U/s320/IMG_2396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jackson's 8 month old pic...Gig 'Em Aggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylSaaiEMaI/AAAAAAAAAhg/c2yJkSi1YDI/s1600-h/IMG_2333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylSaaiEMaI/AAAAAAAAAhg/c2yJkSi1YDI/s320/IMG_2333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Daddy, Jackson, and Grampa (Three generations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;11/27/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylUJTFs3VI/AAAAAAAAAh4/x25-c4EsYuE/s1600-h/IMG_2233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylUJTFs3VI/AAAAAAAAAh4/x25-c4EsYuE/s320/IMG_2233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;10/30/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylTzaUZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAho/hu4iqjDpin4/s1600-h/IMG_2278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylTzaUZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAho/hu4iqjDpin4/s320/IMG_2278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Trick or Treat!&amp;nbsp; I am a dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylT53jczzI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zDgkBtoflFw/s1600-h/IMG_2303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylT53jczzI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zDgkBtoflFw/s320/IMG_2303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Grampa and Grammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;10/31/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-4209187212427222290?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4209187212427222290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-updated-pics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4209187212427222290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4209187212427222290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-updated-pics.html' title='Some Updated Pics!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylRUM9yTbI/AAAAAAAAAhI/3tYILvwT_Wg/s72-c/IMG_2346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-7769246264048463999</id><published>2009-12-16T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T06:45:28.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylVXpElY0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/TlHZVDl1q-c/s1600-h/IMG_2394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylVXpElY0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/TlHZVDl1q-c/s400/IMG_2394.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Look here, Santa and his elf have arrived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7822262155230722981-7769246264048463999?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7769246264048463999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cheer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/7769246264048463999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/7769246264048463999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cheer.html' title='Christmas Cheer'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylVXpElY0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/TlHZVDl1q-c/s72-c/IMG_2394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-7448183919080308508</id><published>2009-12-16T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:28:20.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>Well, it certainly has been forever and a half since I have posted a blog.&amp;nbsp;Needless to say, things have been very busy for the three of us.&amp;nbsp; I discovered that I spread myself WAY to thin this fall taking on staying at home, working my Southern Living at Home business, and going to graduate school.&amp;nbsp; Things are winding down for the holidays, and I finally feel like I have a handle on things again.&amp;nbsp; School finished up well for me.&amp;nbsp; I am pleased with my grades.&amp;nbsp; I have decided that I will not be taking any classes this spring.&amp;nbsp; To be fair to Jackson, David, and myself this is truly the best decision.&amp;nbsp; My business is doing well, and I hope to keep the momentum going.&amp;nbsp; I was able to&amp;nbsp;have members&amp;nbsp;join my team and have several great parties.&amp;nbsp; I even earned a free trip to Las Vegas!&amp;nbsp; I will be going this January.&amp;nbsp; As for being at home, I think I&amp;nbsp;have a&amp;nbsp;gaumet (spelling?) of emotions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylQy1tPYTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/GY7qlkeNpWM/s1600-h/IMG_2341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylQy1tPYTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/GY7qlkeNpWM/s320/IMG_2341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love it.&amp;nbsp; I love seeing Jackson grow up every day and feel like I&amp;nbsp;am playing a major part in the person he is becoming.&amp;nbsp; He is so full of&amp;nbsp;innocence and eager to learn&amp;nbsp;new things.&amp;nbsp; I hate it.&amp;nbsp; I hate being trapped in the house on rainy, cold days wondering what all of my friends are doing.&amp;nbsp; I hate it when people say, "oh" in that pity-strained&amp;nbsp;tone when they discover I am "just a" stay at home mom.&amp;nbsp; I laugh at it.&amp;nbsp; I laugh when there are moments I am juggling too many things at once.&amp;nbsp; I laugh when I eat it and only Jackson sees me fall on my face. I am in awe of it.&amp;nbsp; I am in awe of how I got through some of these days.&amp;nbsp; Let's face it, a crying baby in pain from teething is just no fun. I am in awe of the beautiful blessing I get to hold, tickle, cuddle, and kiss all day long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-7448183919080308508?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7448183919080308508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/7448183919080308508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/7448183919080308508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylQy1tPYTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/GY7qlkeNpWM/s72-c/IMG_2341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-4927160354316124363</id><published>2009-09-10T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:15:34.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race for the Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Sqldqms2WtI/AAAAAAAAATM/WagWaE5w0Lw/s1600-h/breast+cancer+ribbon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 75px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379934216395315922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Sqldqms2WtI/AAAAAAAAATM/WagWaE5w0Lw/s200/breast+cancer+ribbon.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last several years I have participated in the Susan G Komen Race for the Cure event. It is a wonderful race bringing awareness to breast cancer and prevention. I am super exicted that I am going to be doing the race again this year. The Race for the Cure will be held on Saturday October 3rd. I would love to have &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SqlceU6DBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/Nv0SAN1JEjY/s1600-h/IMG_0834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379932905948775666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SqlceU6DBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/Nv0SAN1JEjY/s200/IMG_0834.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all of you join me (don't worry, I walk)! If you are interested, you can &lt;a href="http://www.komen-houston.org/site/TR/Race/General?px=1322340&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=1060"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to view my website and find out details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I also accepted a challenge to raise $100 in donations. You are more than welcome to join me in the fight agaist breast cancer by making a pledge. The contribution is tax-deductible and helps to fund local outreach, awareness, and treatment programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donations like these are what helped to locate and treat a mass found in myself back in 2005. Now, I feel honored that I can participate in this race; I will walk for my mother and friend this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-4927160354316124363?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4927160354316124363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/09/race-for-cure.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4927160354316124363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4927160354316124363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/09/race-for-cure.html' title='Race for the Cure'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Sqldqms2WtI/AAAAAAAAATM/WagWaE5w0Lw/s72-c/breast+cancer+ribbon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-1414634186931433835</id><published>2009-08-19T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:48:18.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blues Brothers...kind of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozE2GdUaMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/q8xrLHb7MWs/s1600-h/DSC01140-edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371884889271724226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozE2GdUaMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/q8xrLHb7MWs/s200/DSC01140-edited.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As many of you know I have very blue eyes...which basically means that my eyes are extremely sensitive to sunlight. I am almost always wearing a pair of sunglasses. Well, Jackson's eyes are also blue like mine, so I decided it was time for some eye protection. Ironically, he was given these pair of sunglasses this Sunday at church as a gift. So off we went today with our shades on a walk. I was laughing so hard, that I just &lt;em&gt;HAD &lt;/em&gt;to take a pic of the two of us...pretty ridiculous huh?&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/7822262155230722981-1414634186931433835?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1414634186931433835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/12/blues-brotherskind-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1414634186931433835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1414634186931433835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/12/blues-brotherskind-of.html' title='The Blues Brothers...kind of...'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozE2GdUaMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/q8xrLHb7MWs/s72-c/DSC01140-edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-8789141261827936854</id><published>2009-08-16T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:41:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozDfOATrhI/AAAAAAAAASw/Nstw-7ZE-HI/s1600-h/DSC01122-edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371883396648906258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozDfOATrhI/AAAAAAAAASw/Nstw-7ZE-HI/s320/DSC01122-edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson took a bottle for Daddy today! I was out doing a Southern Living at Home party, so David offered Jackson a bottle. AND HE DRANK IT! yeah! Thanks for all the advice! Oh, and check out this adorable picture we took today as a family (believe it or not, this is only our 3rd picture together as a family...we've got to get better at that)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371882897133617042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozDCJKlP5I/AAAAAAAAASo/E9unXkao9-w/s200/IMG_2140-edited.jpg" /&gt;Okay, so I had to add just one more adorable pic to this blog entry...Isn't our little Class of 2031 irresistable?! Muooah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-8789141261827936854?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8789141261827936854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8789141261827936854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8789141261827936854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozDfOATrhI/AAAAAAAAASw/Nstw-7ZE-HI/s72-c/DSC01122-edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-6374772399739266501</id><published>2009-08-15T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:40:57.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Night Out...Mommy style</title><content type='html'>One of my very best friends, Erin, and I went to the movies tonight along with her sister Dana. Per Erin's suggestion, I read the novel, &lt;u&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/u&gt;. So, we went to see the movie while the guys stayed at home and watched the kids. I haven't been to the movies in probably 3 years (David and I just wait for things to come out on video because its cheaper and there are less distractions). The girl time was refreshing; Erin and Dana are so much fun and easy to talk with. The movie was okay, I didn't &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; it, but it was enjoyable. So why blog about it? Well, I wanted to note some comments about the movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My favorite part of the movies are the Previews. Why? Number one, a movie is a 50/50 risk of enjoyment, but the previews are guaranteed satisfaction. Number two, I feel like I am "sneaking a peak" at something that isn't out yet. It's like being a kid waiting for Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) People should have to walk through "cell phone on" detectors. Seriously, what part of the "Please silence cell phones" warning didn't the lady next to me understand?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Manners are under-rated. Rule of thumb: Chew with your mouth closed people, especially with popcorn...it's loud enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I was totally distracted, wondering what was so important that the lady next to me kept texting the entire movie? It wouldn't have bothered me if her phone wouldn't have kept lighting up every few sections and vibrating my cup holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Wow! Those were some seriously comfortable chairs! When did going to the movies get so comfy? It may have been exhaustion, but I just wanted to melt myself deeper into those things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-6374772399739266501?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6374772399739266501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/ladies-night-outmommy-style.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6374772399739266501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6374772399739266501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/ladies-night-outmommy-style.html' title='Ladies Night Out...Mommy style'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-9035317197336542622</id><published>2009-08-12T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:40:18.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting and Playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozBrRMwtzI/AAAAAAAAASY/Jq4uvI5WP9c/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371881404641621810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozBrRMwtzI/AAAAAAAAASY/Jq4uvI5WP9c/s320/DSC01108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bump! Sitting unassisted might be fun, but the bumps on the head aren't fun when that wobbly body goes crashing! I am a super-proud mommy as I watch Jackson sit and play on his own. But, I feel terrible when he goes crashing down. I want to catch him every time, but also want Jackson to learn to try to "catch" himself by using his muscles to stop himself from going down. Solution: pillows. The Boppy one is great. He can crash with comfort. It is sweet to watch him discover the world around him sitting up. Plus, I can now play across from him and watch those innocent reactions to toys and sounds. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozBVTs3vhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/itRX4aCvqrg/s1600-h/IMG_2149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371881027356048914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozBVTs3vhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/itRX4aCvqrg/s320/IMG_2149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-9035317197336542622?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/9035317197336542622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/sitting-and-playing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/9035317197336542622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/9035317197336542622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/sitting-and-playing.html' title='Sitting and Playing'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozBrRMwtzI/AAAAAAAAASY/Jq4uvI5WP9c/s72-c/DSC01108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-6169869143522084537</id><published>2009-08-07T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:22:52.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drool...</title><content type='html'>Jackson has had lots and lots of drooling here lately. Could he be teething? Surely not. I will admit that &lt;em&gt;everythin&lt;/em&gt; goes to the mouth: hands, socks, washclothes, toys, and even other people's fingers. But, I don't see any inflammation on his gums. What are your thoughts mom's out there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-6169869143522084537?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6169869143522084537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/drool.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6169869143522084537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6169869143522084537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/drool.html' title='Drool...'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-8391807972776180650</id><published>2009-08-05T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:22:17.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozA3r_6UaI/AAAAAAAAASI/FqbjXCgFFto/s1600-h/IMG_2105-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371880518482284962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozA3r_6UaI/AAAAAAAAASI/FqbjXCgFFto/s200/IMG_2105-edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371879444438722050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Soy_5K3-JgI/AAAAAAAAASA/ii4l9TKcMxM/s200/DSC01089.JPG" /&gt;My dearest friend came over today. Elizabeth and I met back in 2005 when I first began my career as an educator. She helped to mold and make me the teacher I am today, although she absoulutely denies any credit. (Liz is way too humble). Girl time is great! We just giggled, laughed, snacked, and told secrets. It was like being a kid again at a slumber party...only our conversations were less about playing Barbie and more about what is up with men wanting Barbie's. ha ha When she left I felt a void, but know that I will see her again soon. Jackson really enjoyed time with his Aunt Liz as well. We shared her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-8391807972776180650?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8391807972776180650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8391807972776180650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8391807972776180650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SozA3r_6UaI/AAAAAAAAASI/FqbjXCgFFto/s72-c/IMG_2105-edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-2947382775709348109</id><published>2009-08-03T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:13:32.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Decision</title><content type='html'>Today's post is a very personal one. Let me start by saying this was the 2nd hardest decision that I have ever made in my life. We've prayed, gotten frustrated, analyzed, and sobbed together. In the end, I know that I am doing they right thing because of the peace I feel in my heart. Peace like this only comes from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last 4 months, I have fallen in love with a precious little boy and the job of being his mother. Not every day has been wonderful. In fact, I might be so bold to say that many of my days have been tough. So, why do this? Have you ever dreamt of something? Have you ever made your dreams come true? Mine did. My dreams came true on: May 14th, 2005, June 25th, 2005 and March 26th, 2009. I graduated college, married my soulmate, and welcomed my son on these three days. Since I was a little girl, these were my dreams. I remember telling people that I would do these things and in that order...I'd describe how I would go to college, start a career, get married, buy a house, have children, get a masters degree, and &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; happily ever ever. I am living my dream. God has given me my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my big decision was which do I sacrifice for the other? Knowing myself, I cannot be a good wife, dedicated educator, doting Mommy, and full time graduate student at the same time. I honestly didn't want to let any of my dreams go...afterall, I've labored so hard for each. I decided to be a wife, mother, and full time graduate student. I feel excited and defeated at the same time. Why defeated? I don't quit; and, I feel like I am quitting my 3rd grade team and school. I know that my position can be easily filled...but, it is&lt;em&gt; my&lt;/em&gt; position. I know that another educator will teach, but I hope he or she loves those little boys and girls they way I have the last four years. I will be back, though. I am so excited to pick up my masters program and pursue my degree in Counseling. I feel that I can begin to touch lives in another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember me in your prayers as I learn to let go of one opportunity for another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-2947382775709348109?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2947382775709348109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-decision.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/2947382775709348109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/2947382775709348109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-decision.html' title='Big Decision'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-3502788562349120137</id><published>2009-08-01T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:12:50.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>I really enjoy laid back days in the yard mowing, weeding, planting, watering, and grilling. Today was just one of those kind of days. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Soy-D4Ug7bI/AAAAAAAAARw/zo0ngyJt_Fs/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371877429413473714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Soy-D4Ug7bI/AAAAAAAAARw/zo0ngyJt_Fs/s200/DSC01060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was precious to watch Jackson "talk" to his brothers, our other 4-legged boys, Sully and Hunter. Since it was close to his bed and bath time, I decided to let the boys get as close to Jackson as they wanted and vice versa. Jackson cooed and pulled on the boys and they gave him a doggy-bath of their own. It was great! David and I laughed about seeing Jackson running or riding around with the boys in the future. We're so glad that they tolerate him now. Jackson especially loved it when Hunter would bark. We've trained Hunter to "speak" with a command, so it was easy to get a reaction from Jackson. I am not sure what it was about the situation that gave me this warm, maternal feeling. I adopted Sully in 2002 when I was in college, and we got Hunter in 2005. Now Jackson is here and it all seems to just fit. I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my boys (including Daddy)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371878086551651602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Soy-qIWdxRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/TfQySas-81o/s200/DSC01075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;By the end of the afternoon poor Jackson was completely worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Some estrogen around here wouldn't be too terrible, though. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-3502788562349120137?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3502788562349120137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/brothers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/3502788562349120137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/3502788562349120137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Soy-D4Ug7bI/AAAAAAAAARw/zo0ngyJt_Fs/s72-c/DSC01060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-1104242278469663446</id><published>2009-07-29T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:02:52.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Says...</title><content type='html'>Shots stink! As a Mom, I know they're the right thing to do...as a Mom, they're the &lt;em&gt;hardest&lt;/em&gt; thing to do. I hated sitting there and having that helpless feeling as the needles made Jackson cry today. I, personally, don't mind needles (perhaps because I've had so many). But, I do know that certain medicines in the vaccination must burn. Poor guy. On another note, our official weigh-in today was 12 lbs 7 1/4 oz. He was also 23 3/4 inches long. He's growing! Our doctor felt like everything looked great, and was very pleased that Jackson is doing all the necessary milestones, plus a few extra. We're so proud of our little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-1104242278469663446?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1104242278469663446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/survey-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1104242278469663446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1104242278469663446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/survey-says.html' title='Survey Says...'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-6062352176528710215</id><published>2009-07-26T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:02:12.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months Old</title><content type='html'>Jackson is officially 4 months old today! He is scheduled to go and get his shots on Wednesday. People say it goes by fast. I wouldn't say fast, but it is definitely surreal to think that exactly four months ago today I was welcoming my little boy into our lives. He has been all smiles today. He just loves to giggle and coo. He sits and "talks" to others across the room. He is interacting so much more with the world around him. Jackson has also developed his own little personality. For example, when he wants to be heard, he can screech as loud as a horn honking. When he is irritated, he lets you know. He is a beautiful boy, and I just keep thanking God that I get to be his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Soy7hTGFstI/AAAAAAAAARg/PeuPJtbMHP0/s1600-h/DSC01036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371874636282049234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Soy7hTGFstI/AAAAAAAAARg/PeuPJtbMHP0/s200/DSC01036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we've been taking these monthly pictures. Well, we got ready for bed and realized that we didn't take our shot today. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Soy8K_dDk2I/AAAAAAAAARo/ivyDzdsEnpY/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371875352564175714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Soy8K_dDk2I/AAAAAAAAARo/ivyDzdsEnpY/s200/DSC01037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I made David dress him back into an outfit and snap a few shots. I've attached one of Jackson not happy about this, and the other is one of him laughing after I convinced him this was going in the scrapbook. &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/7822262155230722981-6062352176528710215?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6062352176528710215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-months-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6062352176528710215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6062352176528710215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-months-old.html' title='4 Months Old'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Soy7hTGFstI/AAAAAAAAARg/PeuPJtbMHP0/s72-c/DSC01036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-8229629301611353873</id><published>2009-07-24T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:18:53.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the words of Jackson....Wahhhhhh!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Let's make this a brief blog----two words: No BOTTLES!  Seriously, my son will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; take a bottle.  I was told that if he got hungry enough he would.  We went 11 hours and I finally just gave in...So, the search is on for solutions.  Fellow bloggers, let me know what works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-8229629301611353873?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8229629301611353873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-words-of-jacksonwahhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8229629301611353873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8229629301611353873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-words-of-jacksonwahhhhhh.html' title='In the words of Jackson....Wahhhhhh!!!!!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-873932495748178173</id><published>2009-07-20T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:17:23.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Fish to Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SosZ0aiKEwI/AAAAAAAAARY/Btwkr7WSnhE/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371415368835928834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SosZ0aiKEwI/AAAAAAAAARY/Btwkr7WSnhE/s200/DSC00996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson finally took his first official dip in the swimming pool. He has always LOVED the bathtub and has recently begun splashing and kicking and screeching with excitement while bathing. So, we figured we'd get the same reaction with the pool. Not so much. In fact, we didn't really get anything, initially. (Imagine hearing the sound of a balloon deflating.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We figured that he was probably wondering why he was floating around on a giant yellow thing with a diaper, swimsuit, and T-shirt on. Oh, and not to mention the giant water hat Mommy put on him! He just floated there like a bump-on-a-log. ha ha Poor guy. Since we live in Texas I am planning on some more enjoyment closer to September.  My Aunt Connie (visiting from Virginia) was able to talk to him and get him excited enough for a few photo opportunities.  I cannot complian overall.  He wasn't screaming to get out or irritated he was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-873932495748178173?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/873932495748178173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-fish-to-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/873932495748178173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/873932495748178173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-fish-to-water.html' title='Like a Fish to Water'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SosZ0aiKEwI/AAAAAAAAARY/Btwkr7WSnhE/s72-c/DSC00996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-6724995033019133304</id><published>2009-07-18T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:10:31.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When we found out we were having a boy, several friends gave us clothes. However, we didn't receive many shoes and my mom bought the cutest pair of flip-flops. One catch...they are all too big! So, we went today and bought Jackson his very 1st pair of shoes. (Confession: I actually bought two pairs because I couldn't decide between the cute tennis shoes and the practical brown Stride Rite's that will go with all his church attire and jeans.) When we showed up at Uncle Jason and Aunt Shannon's house with our shoes on, David cracked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371413905099083922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SosYfNsGUJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/LvKLcR9VuCw/s200/DSC00985.JPG" /&gt;He just stared and stared at his feet all day long. I've decided that investing in shoes is a great bargain; you get a great pair of shoes and an instant toy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-6724995033019133304?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6724995033019133304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6724995033019133304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6724995033019133304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-shoes.html' title='New Shoes'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SosYfNsGUJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/LvKLcR9VuCw/s72-c/DSC00985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-8266726967076010528</id><published>2009-07-16T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:15:11.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naps...Check</title><content type='html'>We finally have them down!  Jackson has mastered the nap thing.  It only took us nearly 4 months...lol.  I was so excited to finally have some time to myself to do some typing, staff development hours for work, and paint my nails. :)  Now that we have napping down, perhaps we can start with the bottle.  We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-8266726967076010528?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8266726967076010528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/napscheck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8266726967076010528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8266726967076010528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/napscheck.html' title='Naps...Check'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-8963835320881680393</id><published>2009-07-11T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:12:52.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>Happy 25th Birthday Amy! My little sister turned 25 last weekend (on the 4th of July) but we celebrated in style this weekend. She came to Houston, and the entire family threw a Mexican Fiesta for the Senorita! We all relaxed by the pool and soaked up some rays. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Sor9Cx2DZvI/AAAAAAAAARA/Ean0CBxiG6E/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371383729774356210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Sor9Cx2DZvI/AAAAAAAAARA/Ean0CBxiG6E/s200/DSC01022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson was great, too! He napped and then played with all his cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud to have the family I do. My sister is a giving, warm person. She has crazy moods, but always make the time for me. My brother is the busiest person I know, but will drop what he is doing if you ask. My sister in law is thoughtful. She thinks of others before herself. My mom is....well, she is my mom and nothing can really be said to tell how truly amazing she is; I love all of them so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-8963835320881680393?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8963835320881680393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-bash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8963835320881680393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8963835320881680393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday Bash'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Sor9Cx2DZvI/AAAAAAAAARA/Ean0CBxiG6E/s72-c/DSC01022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-5834207248772643713</id><published>2009-07-09T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:33:22.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Dark Circles!</title><content type='html'>Short blog today with big, cool news...Jackson has begun sleeping 12 hours everynight consistently!  Mom's everywhere can appreciate this right? I know my dark circles around my eyes can!  Someone even said to me, "hey you look different."  Response: "it's the 12-hour look!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-5834207248772643713?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5834207248772643713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-dark-circles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/5834207248772643713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/5834207248772643713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-dark-circles.html' title='Goodbye Dark Circles!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-7499136479968714541</id><published>2009-07-05T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:30:51.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks...Or Not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEJctoExBI/AAAAAAAAANs/o6rurB2dnqk/s1600-h/DSC00956-edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359575420436268050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEJctoExBI/AAAAAAAAANs/o6rurB2dnqk/s200/DSC00956-edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the lake to celebrate the 4th of July. Jackson was awesome! He enjoyed getting to see lots and lots of family and friends. He even went to his first fish fry and survived the terrible July heat. My sisters' 25th birthday was also on the 4th. (we're gonna celebrate next weekend with my mom) Amy decided to join us at the lake, however, to work on her tan. It was so amazing to spend some time in the sun with her. (David took Jackson-duty for awhile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traditionally we stay up late and watch the fireworks show over the lake. It is beautiful. However, this year we decided that a game of cards and an early night would suffice. Taking the time-out to just play cards, munch on goodies, and joke with family is refreshing. You don't realize how much you miss someone until you spend that much time with them. I am such a gushing, proud big sister. Oh, and my mom bought Jackson the cutest outfit for the 4th.  Can you see the hat?  It says, "Little Firecracker."  Toooo cute!&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/7822262155230722981-7499136479968714541?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7499136479968714541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireworksor-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/7499136479968714541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/7499136479968714541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireworksor-not.html' title='Fireworks...Or Not!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEJctoExBI/AAAAAAAAANs/o6rurB2dnqk/s72-c/DSC00956-edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-5458197727494879012</id><published>2009-06-28T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:22:12.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beep Beep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEHLDOu_EI/AAAAAAAAANU/grUwXkZe5Mk/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359572917974662210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEHLDOu_EI/AAAAAAAAANU/grUwXkZe5Mk/s200/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so it's a no brainer that I love being a mom! But, I have also discovered some other hidden talents about myself. I apparently can make 1st birthday cakes that look like cars! My nephew's 1st birthday was today and we went down to south houston where they live. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEGs1nrHeI/AAAAAAAAANM/uGNphq71Lmw/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359572398925094370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEGs1nrHeI/AAAAAAAAANM/uGNphq71Lmw/s200/DSC00936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves cars, so it was necessary to have the cake look like one. I cut and pieced together his cake. The drive down there is over an hour, and we just kept thinking the whole way, "Lord, please don't let the bumper fall off!" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birthday party was sweet. My mom went with us, too. (Update on mom: She is feeling much &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEHZklzFiI/AAAAAAAAANc/UPXh6fMDCOs/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359573167447938594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEHZklzFiI/AAAAAAAAANc/UPXh6fMDCOs/s200/DSC00921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;better, and has begun to walk without her walker. She is still receiving treatment at home with nurses, but feeling more like "herself" every day) It was fun time, but I won't be going into the cake business any time soon. I've attached some pics of the event; there is a before and an after of the cake.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEGFSg09XI/AAAAAAAAAM8/nXl6VuGNoRA/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359571719486240114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEGFSg09XI/AAAAAAAAAM8/nXl6VuGNoRA/s200/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, little Jackson began to "laugh" today when I tickled him. It sent my heart racing when I heard those little laughs. What a ham! &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/7822262155230722981-5458197727494879012?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5458197727494879012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/mommy-hood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/5458197727494879012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/5458197727494879012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/mommy-hood.html' title='Beep Beep!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEHLDOu_EI/AAAAAAAAANU/grUwXkZe5Mk/s72-c/DSC00913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-4219523118616094142</id><published>2009-06-26T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:07:55.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEEMzhz1-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/MfTocOtwhq4/s1600-h/IMG_2070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359569649584560098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEEMzhz1-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/MfTocOtwhq4/s200/IMG_2070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, our little man is officially 3 months old today. I am pleased to announce that he is growing and learning so much. In the last month Jackson has learned to travel long distances, sleep through the night, suck his fingers, sit-up with assistance, push himself up, soothe himself to sleep, smile, coo and grab things. I am sure I am missing a lot more, but these are some of things that I clearly remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When David comes home every day from work, he repeatedly says, "Wow, he has grown so much and changed." Honestly, I don't see it because I am with him every day. Even more honestly, my fear is that when I begin working this fall I will "see" what David sees. This scares me. Being home with Jackson this summer has been amazing; I know that I am the luckiest mom to have this time. But, going back to work will also give Jackson all of the wonderful things I have envisioned for his future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-4219523118616094142?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4219523118616094142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-months-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4219523118616094142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4219523118616094142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-months-old.html' title='3 Months Old'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SmEEMzhz1-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/MfTocOtwhq4/s72-c/IMG_2070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-4087083498670972723</id><published>2009-06-25T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:30:57.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Years and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Sl9HkTHVvvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/N6k9Ingpz5c/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359080770526101234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Sl9HkTHVvvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/N6k9Ingpz5c/s200/DSC00881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated our 4 year anniversary today. Four years of marriage...wow...that's progress. We met 7 years ago in College Station. Apparently David had been "stalking" me outside his apartment window by the pool for a few weeks and called in reinforcements to help with the meeting of my sister and I (he called for his brother and a couple of buds to come over). Funny thing is, David's brother actually started talking with me and making his move...in the middle of our conversation I said, "Hey, who's that guy over there?" pointing directly to David. He sheepishly answered, "Oh, that's my brother, David." A few weeks later we went to dinner at Cheddar's where I ate like a pig (hey, I was a starving college student). David has later told me that he knew I was his kind of lady when I could put down that much food...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it was in true David fashion that he surprised me with dinner at Cheddar's this year. Only this time we had our precious addition. It is amazing how our lives have come together. &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/7822262155230722981-4087083498670972723?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4087083498670972723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/4-years-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4087083498670972723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4087083498670972723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/4-years-and-counting.html' title='4 Years and Counting'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Sl9HkTHVvvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/N6k9Ingpz5c/s72-c/DSC00881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-5137948507973850673</id><published>2009-06-21T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:03:59.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Sl9BOrcUIHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/84V17yTtYv8/s1600-h/IMG_2045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073802029637746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Sl9BOrcUIHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/84V17yTtYv8/s200/IMG_2045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Father's Day was very special and laid back. We originally woke up early to go to church, but decided to go for another "quiet" day with just the three of us. Daddy received some shirts, an "I Love my Daddy" frame, and some IPOD equipment and song updates. It was a special day just for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, father's day has been quite depressing the last 10 years because of my family situation. However, having a son has changed the day dramatically. I loved sitting and watching Jackson play with David. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Sl9A86FclGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/AZDpC6MgNGg/s1600-h/IMG_2044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073496722609250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Sl9A86FclGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/AZDpC6MgNGg/s200/IMG_2044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He grabbed his fingers and smiled and "cooed" at him. Tears filled my eyes as I watched the two of them interact. It reaffirmed the decision I made 4 years ago when I gave my whole heart to David, trusting that he would be a good husband and father. Today I also thought about God and how exciting it will be for me to sit in His lap one day as His child and listen to him tell stories like we do with Jackson. &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/7822262155230722981-5137948507973850673?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5137948507973850673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/daddys-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/5137948507973850673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/5137948507973850673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/daddys-day.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Sl9BOrcUIHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/84V17yTtYv8/s72-c/IMG_2045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-2923367461562915714</id><published>2009-06-17T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:38:56.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-Bye-Daddy</title><content type='html'>Jackson and I visited David at work today to surprise him with cookies and say goodbye to him. He is traveling out of town for three nights to Corpus Christi. Jackson behaved really well during the visit and loved all of the coo's and smiles he received from all the women at the office. Actually, about 20 or so women were in the middle of a meeting, but instructed David to bring Jackson by; so we knocked on the conference door.  As if rehearsed, all of the women said, "ahhh..." about the same time.  Well, being the little ham he is, Jackson lit up and gave the ladies a huge, toothless grin.  Such a flirt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-2923367461562915714?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2923367461562915714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/daddys-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/2923367461562915714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/2923367461562915714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/daddys-office.html' title='Bye-Bye-Daddy'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-3825041222926707275</id><published>2009-06-12T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:35:56.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the LakeHouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlKNcHVq5ZI/AAAAAAAAALI/kCzAsh2bxI0/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355498421042734482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlKNcHVq5ZI/AAAAAAAAALI/kCzAsh2bxI0/s200/DSC00836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally visited the lakehouse with Jackson. I must say that it was interesting. I discovered lots of things you cannot do with a baby. It is kind of like David Letterman's Top 10 list. Okay, so here goes mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) You cannot ride the 4-wheeler with a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) You cannot float in the lake with a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) You cannot go down to the doc with a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) You cannot go fishing with a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) You cannot simply sit around outside with a baby (too many mosquitoes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) You cannot "run to house real quick" with a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) You cannot drink with a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) You cannot visit other houses for long periods of time with a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) You cannot apply sunscreen and then hold your baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) You cannot get a tan with a baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a nice get-a-way, but I think going to the lake will be more fun once Jackson is older and can swim and play with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-3825041222926707275?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3825041222926707275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-to-lakehouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/3825041222926707275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/3825041222926707275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-to-lakehouse.html' title='Trip to the LakeHouse'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlKNcHVq5ZI/AAAAAAAAALI/kCzAsh2bxI0/s72-c/DSC00836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-2627154883270306637</id><published>2009-06-10T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:35:19.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson and the Vance Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlKJl0h5GQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SAW5qZLo_E8/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355494189745903874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlKJl0h5GQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SAW5qZLo_E8/s200/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We traveled to Frisco and then to Paris, Texas over the last three days. My Uncle Kim passed and we went to his memorial and then to his burial. It was a beautiful service and it was amazing to see how he touched the lives of others by simply being a man of God.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlKJwVSRK-I/AAAAAAAAALA/YSc56Eoe5VA/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355494370337434594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlKJwVSRK-I/AAAAAAAAALA/YSc56Eoe5VA/s200/DSC00829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was a terrific uncle and will always be remembered for that. While we were there Jackson was able to meet all my side of the family (The Vance's) for the first time. He was perfect, and I mean perfect. He slept most of the time, but woke up just enough to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson also got to meet my two hero's: Memaw and Pawpaw. Although things have changed greatly, it was so special for them to get to meet my son. It brings tears to my eyes to talk about it now. They have always been a driving force in my life. I admire so many things about them. Memaw laughed and told stories about how I have always wanted to be a mommy and how I deserved a special little boy. I got just that and I am so glad that they were able to hold and love on him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entire trip was emotional. From the purpose, to the family, to talks, to laughs. Jackson, David, and I even learned to travel in hotels together! I love my roots, and hope that Jackson will one day look back and be able to say the same. &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/7822262155230722981-2627154883270306637?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2627154883270306637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/jackson-and-vance-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/2627154883270306637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/2627154883270306637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/jackson-and-vance-family.html' title='Jackson and the Vance Family'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlKJl0h5GQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SAW5qZLo_E8/s72-c/DSC00821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-6622120124150727117</id><published>2009-06-07T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:34:49.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggles and Coo's</title><content type='html'>We had some plain 'ol family time and fun today. I really love days like these. We woke up, went to church, came home, and then spent the entire day just relaxing and talking with one another. David and I are the busiest people, and days like these are my ultimate favorite. Jackson was super-content, just smiling and cooing at us all day long. The day would have been better if it had been raining so we could have curled up on the couch with Jackson and his toys. Oh well. We'll take the sunshine and time together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-6622120124150727117?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6622120124150727117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/giggles-and-coos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6622120124150727117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6622120124150727117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/giggles-and-coos.html' title='Giggles and Coo&apos;s'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-9135671251784292675</id><published>2009-06-05T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:16:41.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammy at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We visited Grammy at work today. We went and had Chinese food and Jackson was able to meet all of the ladies. He received the cutest books from Karen's co-worker, Carla. They are the Christian series from Joel Osteen's wife. I look forward to the day when I can teach Jackson about God and His miracles. It excites me to think of us laying there before bedtime reading. :) He was somewhat fussy during the visit, but I think he was just tired. That night he began sleeping 8 hours consecutively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-9135671251784292675?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/9135671251784292675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/grammy-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/9135671251784292675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/9135671251784292675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/grammy-at-work.html' title='Grammy at Work'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-6911578032809559431</id><published>2009-06-03T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:15:52.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go....Again</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am going to launch this complaint out into cyberspace. Let me begin by stating that I absolutely enjoy my job. I love what I do. Not many people can wake up every day and say that they truly enjoy going to work and look forward to what the day will bring. I know that I am lucky because of that. However, this will be my 5th year of teaching (4th year at the same campus) and I find myself packing up everything (and I mean everything) for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly exhausting. Do all campuses require teachers to move classrooms every year? Must all teachers pack up all of their belongings? Every summer I pay for a storage unit to put all of my tubs, books, games, chart paper, etc... I guess it just becomes tedious and somewhat useless. I long for the day when I get to be in the same classroom for more than one year. I don't think I would know what to do with myself. Oh, and having Jackson there every night while packing and loading wasn't exactly fair on him either. He was such a trooper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-6911578032809559431?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6911578032809559431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-we-goagain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6911578032809559431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6911578032809559431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-we-goagain.html' title='Here We Go....Again'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-8672592422454362864</id><published>2009-05-30T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:03:32.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It has been just Jackson and I for the weekend; David went to Matagorda Bay for some fishing. So Jackson and I went to the mall, went for walks, and went to Uncle Bruce's birthday party in South Shore Harbor. It wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be by myself. Jackson did wonderfully and even slept a little longer than normal. He had fun being outside at the Harbor and put up with the intense heat. I must admit, however, I don't know how single moms do this. I would be lost without David and greatly appreciate all that he does for his family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-8672592422454362864?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8672592422454362864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommy-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8672592422454362864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8672592422454362864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommy-me.html' title='Mommy &amp; Me'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-2157704975453112889</id><published>2009-05-26T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:02:48.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlJknb2JXAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/EcrNRly-3-M/s1600-h/Two+Months+Old3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355453535549479938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlJknb2JXAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/EcrNRly-3-M/s200/Two+Months+Old3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jackson is officially two months old! He is such a kind and peaceful baby. He is smiling, grabbing, rolling, cooing, and holding his own weight on his legs. He loves his Ollie, the music, being outside, visiting family, and being in his swing. We also went for our 2 month shots. He weighed 9lbs, 15 oz and was 21 1/2 inches tall. Big boy! He received his shots and didn't like them, but who does? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-2157704975453112889?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2157704975453112889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-months-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/2157704975453112889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/2157704975453112889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-months-old.html' title='2 Months Old!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlJknb2JXAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/EcrNRly-3-M/s72-c/Two+Months+Old3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-3951158303312399523</id><published>2009-05-24T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:02:05.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the Two of Us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlJjgqj3trI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vLVuP5rAYPw/s1600-h/Mommy+%26+Daddy%27s+1st+date+night+wo+you.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355452319728645810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlJjgqj3trI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vLVuP5rAYPw/s200/Mommy+%26+Daddy%27s+1st+date+night+wo+you.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;David and I finally took our first date away from Jackson. Gregg and Erin graciously offered to watch Jackson while David and I went to our friends' Adam and Lindsay's wedding. It was a wonderful occasion and a great excuse to get all dressed up again. It was nerve-racking to leave him behind, but I knew he was in good hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We were able to talk with friends (in between my texting to Erin to check on Jackson), laugh, dance, and enjoy the elegan evening. The wedding was breath-taking. Jackson seemed to also enjoy himself. He was rocked by Gregg, and even took a bottle from Erin (he still refuses to take one from me). &lt;/span&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/7822262155230722981-3951158303312399523?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3951158303312399523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-two-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/3951158303312399523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/3951158303312399523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-two-of-us.html' title='Just the Two of Us!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlJjgqj3trI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vLVuP5rAYPw/s72-c/Mommy+%26+Daddy%27s+1st+date+night+wo+you.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-4992335685358481609</id><published>2009-05-22T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:01:47.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, this is the good stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlJhbq6w8aI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SF_CbcHB1gA/s1600-h/bouncin+with+daddy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355450034902069666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlJhbq6w8aI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SF_CbcHB1gA/s200/bouncin+with+daddy9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My heart has never melted with love so much before today. Today Jackson made direct eye contact with David and I and let out the most precious smile and coo. It made the last two months of mastitis, pain, sleepless nights, pumping, diapering, and all else 100% worthwhile. It is amazing how God can reward us in just an instant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Also as an update, Jackson has begun sleeping for 6-7 hours a night, and become much more "awake." He has also begun grabbing for his toys on his playmat and "talking" to his favorite toy, Ollie the Octopus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-4992335685358481609?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4992335685358481609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-this-is-good-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4992335685358481609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4992335685358481609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-this-is-good-stuff.html' title='Okay, this is the good stuff!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlJhbq6w8aI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SF_CbcHB1gA/s72-c/bouncin+with+daddy9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-4525830855982728892</id><published>2009-05-19T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:00:44.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers!</title><content type='html'>I am terrified and gooshy at the same time. Jackson has discovered his fingers and wants to do nothing but slobber and put them in his mouth. Why be worried? Well, sigh, here it goes: I actually sucked my thumb until I was about 8 years old and I fear that little Jackson may fall into the same habit. It's sweet to watch him and refreshing to see him soothe himself, but I am pretty nervous he'll end up like me. It was a terrible habit to break. I have tried to "exchange" a pacifier for those fingers and he'll have nothing to do with it. Any suggestions for making this happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-4525830855982728892?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4525830855982728892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/fingers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4525830855982728892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4525830855982728892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/fingers.html' title='Fingers!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-4923903226318749150</id><published>2009-05-15T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:12:06.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jackson met one of his future buddies today, Collin Ray Vann. Our friends Joe and Courtney had their little boy earlier this week and we went to meet him today. He was born a pound more than Jackson, and looked so incredibly tiny. It's hard to think that Jackson was ever smaller than that, but alas he was. sigh. He's growing too fast and I am afraid of losing these precious memories. I cannot wait until the boys get bigger and can really enjoy one another. We'll have lots of fun memories I am sure!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioTt6ky-pI/AAAAAAAAAJo/l9KgnRsLDWQ/s1600-h/mommy+%26+jackson+at+coutney%27s+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344105587367148178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioTt6ky-pI/AAAAAAAAAJo/l9KgnRsLDWQ/s200/mommy+%26+jackson+at+coutney%27s+house.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioT32m91dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Wzr7ttfXJ3c/s1600-h/Mommy,+Jackson,+Courtney+%26+Collin2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344105758101198290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioT32m91dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Wzr7ttfXJ3c/s200/Mommy,+Jackson,+Courtney+%26+Collin2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344105257509163698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioTatwhkrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FLoWfQPY90I/s200/Mommy,+Jackson,+Courtney+%26+Collin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-4923903226318749150?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4923903226318749150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4923903226318749150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4923903226318749150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-friends.html' title='More Friends'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioTt6ky-pI/AAAAAAAAAJo/l9KgnRsLDWQ/s72-c/mommy+%26+jackson+at+coutney%27s+house.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-113545303508890573</id><published>2009-05-14T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:11:17.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tummy Time...YUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlJaTjwibPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/twVbczgpi4U/s1600-h/i+love+my+playmat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355442198959779058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlJaTjwibPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/twVbczgpi4U/s200/i+love+my+playmat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we officially hate tummy time. Although I hate doing it to him, I know it's best. If I could only convince Jackson that it's good for him. I guess this it true of all things for children...green beans, broccoli, washing your face, and getting a good nights rest. The better it is for them the more they resist. Jackson does enjoy his mat, however. Thanks LJA for the great gift. He pulls on the toys and stares at the strange things dangling in front of him. I wish I knew what he was thinking...."Is this supposed to be your idea of fun mommy?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-113545303508890573?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/113545303508890573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/tummy-timeyuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/113545303508890573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/113545303508890573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/tummy-timeyuck.html' title='Tummy Time...YUCK'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SlJaTjwibPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/twVbczgpi4U/s72-c/i+love+my+playmat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-7860422139130928879</id><published>2009-05-12T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:09:46.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Short blog today....Jackson rolled from his side to his back and back to his side! Pretty incredible if you ask me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;On another note, I think I am officially getting the hang of being a mom and a wife. I am 100% positive that I love this role, and it only took me 6 weeks to find this groove but it certainly fits. ha ha Like Jackson, I am rollin, rollin' rollin' (I have that western theme song playing in my head right now). I am balancing his needs, my needs, our homes' needs, and my families' needs. It is truly rewarding juggling act. But it's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-7860422139130928879?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7860422139130928879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/rollin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/7860422139130928879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/7860422139130928879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/rollin.html' title='Rollin&apos;'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-8427076363537146013</id><published>2009-05-10T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:08:42.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniff, sniff...</title><content type='html'>To say I cried like a baby is almost an understatement. I sobbed. Today we moved Jackson into his own room where he slept in his own crib. It was the best thing for him, but definitely one of my weaker moments. I hated not being near him to hear him stir or wake up. He, of course, did wonderful. I think deep down I may have wanted him to resist a little so I could convince David that he &lt;em&gt;neeeeded&lt;/em&gt; to be back in our room. Little stinker ruined the whole plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, however, kuddos to the makers of baby monitors. We have this great one that monitors movement of the baby with an alarm and picks up the softest of sounds. This is a blessing because Jackson doesn't really cry to let you know he's awake or hungry. He simply lies there softly grunting. Also the monitor has to be turned off immediately when he's picked up or the alarm goes off (no movement). This saves us from embarassing conversations being overheard by anyone on the other end of the sound frequency. :) Doesn't he look tiny in such a big bed?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioPeXhw7fI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vCfdxNxlGJ0/s1600-h/1st+time+in+my+crib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344100922214641138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioPeXhw7fI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vCfdxNxlGJ0/s200/1st+time+in+my+crib.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344101213877398882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioPvWDlbWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/N2a0JfmLgr8/s200/1st+time+in+my+crib2.jpg" border="0" /&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/7822262155230722981-8427076363537146013?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8427076363537146013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/sniff-sniff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8427076363537146013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8427076363537146013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/sniff-sniff.html' title='Sniff, sniff...'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioPeXhw7fI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vCfdxNxlGJ0/s72-c/1st+time+in+my+crib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-6313669245405737387</id><published>2009-05-10T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:08:16.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day &amp; Baby Bible Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioNiv3w22I/AAAAAAAAAI4/_m2vF7iKfpw/s1600-h/the+three+of+us+at+the+pool2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344098798445583202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioNiv3w22I/AAAAAAAAAI4/_m2vF7iKfpw/s200/the+three+of+us+at+the+pool2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to me! Since I am an official member of the Mommy Club I finally get a holiday. Pretty cool! Today we went to church and Jackson had a special tribute as well. At our church, West Houston Church of Christ, they celebrate the birth of children by presenting them with their very own Bible. This is a symbol that we will raise him in a Christian home with the Word of God. We also wrote him a letter that he will get to read one day. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioNvEqD5qI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cqUnFZkvdoc/s1600-h/baby+bible+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344099010183685794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioNvEqD5qI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cqUnFZkvdoc/s200/baby+bible+day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We celebrated mother's day throughout the weekend by visiting my mom and Grama and also by having David's mother join us at church. Daddy really impressed me with his excellent shopping. He bought me two nice shirts (in these pictures) and had 2 pieces of jewelry made for me. The first was a necklace and the other is a sterling bracelet with Jackson's picture in it (both in the pictures as well). &lt;/span&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/7822262155230722981-6313669245405737387?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6313669245405737387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-baby-bible-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6313669245405737387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6313669245405737387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-baby-bible-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day &amp; Baby Bible Day'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SioNiv3w22I/AAAAAAAAAI4/_m2vF7iKfpw/s72-c/the+three+of+us+at+the+pool2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-1845121025670308363</id><published>2009-05-08T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:49:33.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am slowly learning to be a better mommy and am finding myself mixed into the mommy world. Today Erin and her daughter Liz came over. Liz is 6 months old and it is amazing to see the difference between she and Jackson. They will actually be in the same Kindergarten class but the developmental differences now are huge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaeP2I2jGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tr9TgsKrLnk/s1600-h/bouncin+with+liz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343132002989542498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaeP2I2jGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tr9TgsKrLnk/s200/bouncin+with+liz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She was so sweet with Jackson and even tickled his toes while he chilled in his bouncy seat and stared and grunted at her. I made small pizzas for Erin and I while we talked about the Twilight series. *This is a whole other blog entry, but Erin got me hooked and I am seriously addicted. I read the books outloud to Jackson while we take our strolls in the neighborhood.* Okay, where was I...oh yes...playdates. I totally get why moms do them-for themselves of course! We need some time to talk in non baby talk mode. Overall it was a great experience and I look forward to lots more with lots of other moms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-1845121025670308363?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1845121025670308363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/playdates.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1845121025670308363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1845121025670308363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/playdates.html' title='Playdates'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaeP2I2jGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tr9TgsKrLnk/s72-c/bouncin+with+liz3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-5923840025930997669</id><published>2009-05-07T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:48:19.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night with Jackson in Tow</title><content type='html'>Date night has been revived! For the last 4 years David and I have celebrated our marriage and life together with a traditional Thursday night date. It ranges from dinner out to a game night or rental movie in. We have done this in order to always have some noninterrupted time together to reflect on our week, our worries, our stresses, our concerns, our fears, and sometimes just to beat the other at a game of Monopoly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Jackson was born date night has gone aside, and boy can we tell. It has really made a difference in our marriage. But I am proud to annonce that Date Night is Back! Tonight David, Jackson, and I all went to Shoguns for a nice dinner. It was last minute, so it was kind of late. This worked out wonderfully, however, because we didn't have to wait to be seated and there weren't lots of crowds. Jackson slept through most of the dinner (except for when the chef made flames on the grill...he woke up to see that). It was a nice dinner and I look forward to many more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-5923840025930997669?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5923840025930997669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/date-night-with-jackson-in-tow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/5923840025930997669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/5923840025930997669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/date-night-with-jackson-in-tow.html' title='Date Night with Jackson in Tow'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-6808101789961021435</id><published>2009-05-05T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:47:41.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Nemo and Grama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For several weeks now Jackson and I have been going to see my mother, Nemo, and my grandmother, Grama. David and I feel it is important for him to know her, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiadPDu19MI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6p26aCijWhY/s1600-h/4+generations+on+mommy%27s+side2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343130889947051202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiadPDu19MI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6p26aCijWhY/s200/4+generations+on+mommy%27s+side2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and since she has been unable to drive for months we go see her. As many of you know, my mom has been very very ill and unable to leave her home because she can no longer walk without assistance or a wheelchair. We feel blessed that mom is finally home and no longer in hospitals. (She's been in and out of hospitals since Thanksgiving). We wish her progress was better after all the surgeries and procedures mom has gone through. The problems go from her head/neck all the way to her feet, literally. However, we are praying God will heal mom and give her lots more time with us to create more memories. In the meantime, my Grama has moved here from Virginia to care for mom. What a saint. I pray that I will not ever have to do the same for my son. I can only imagine the hurt and concern she must feel to watch her daughter suffer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;One last thing...Nemo. 5 years ago when my neice, Ema, was born my mom decided she wanted to be called Memaw because of my grandmother (Vance side). Well, Ema could never quite say Memaw and "Nemo" is what came out. We tried to correct her for years but she was pretty adiment. So, Nemo it was. My mom has this ongoing joke about her name. She says, "Well at least it's better than Shamoo (the whale)." &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Siad_U_F8PI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7WS_thcgRQ8/s1600-h/nemo+on+mothers+day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343131719212331250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Siad_U_F8PI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7WS_thcgRQ8/s200/nemo+on+mothers+day2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343131351912231906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Siadp8r7M-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/XW-EzsKvIHc/s200/Grama+%26+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7822262155230722981-6808101789961021435?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6808101789961021435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/visiting-nemo-and-grama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6808101789961021435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/6808101789961021435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/visiting-nemo-and-grama.html' title='Visiting Nemo and Grama'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiadPDu19MI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6p26aCijWhY/s72-c/4+generations+on+mommy%27s+side2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-1143695544678647592</id><published>2009-05-04T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:47:15.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night's Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Siac1EIdptI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B5qCIWmC2lA/s1600-h/sleeping1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343130443377911506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Siac1EIdptI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B5qCIWmC2lA/s200/sleeping1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So there is nothing like a good night's rest. Jackson is now 5 weeks old and has officially gone 5 hours between his feeding times through the night. Can I get an "oh yeah!" Now, if I could just convice my brain to quit waking up every two hours in the middle of the night! Soon, he will move to his own room and I won't hear him squirm. I think that will help with me sleeping and not que my body to pop out of bed to nurse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I was sitting here thinking of what it used to be like to go to bed around 11pm and sleep in until 9am the next morning. Ahhh...the longing for those days. And, what &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; I do with all of the spare time I had around the house? I can answer that with a short list of things that barely get done now: dusting baseboards, cleaning ceiling fans, scrapbooking, pulling weeds, cooking gourmet meals (can we say spaghetti now), and shaving my legs. he he Oh well, I don't think I'd trade a thing in the world for the precious moments I share with Jackson. All in all it's worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-1143695544678647592?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1143695544678647592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-nights-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1143695544678647592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1143695544678647592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-nights-rest.html' title='Good Night&apos;s Rest'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Siac1EIdptI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B5qCIWmC2lA/s72-c/sleeping1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-8986781204988766134</id><published>2009-05-03T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:46:26.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick as a Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343128865296695122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiabZNUlP1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/E5vZXOoW-aY/s200/daddy+%26+me3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Okay, I experienced what seemed to be death this last couple of days....one word...Mastitis. Ladies, if you've ever had it I know you're groaning now. Men, imagine being kicked repeatedly in your most tender of places. Exactly. I thought I was done with everything...nursing, mommy'ing, living, etc. The pain was worse than labor itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, apparently I have been battling mastitis for over a month, but have been able to "work out" the masses with the use of warm compresses and massage. This time the fever came on in about 2 hours and I was shaking uncontrollably. I literally had to put Jackson down and call for Erin. David was on his way, but there was no way I could make it another 30 minutes. Did I mention that Erin is my angel? She literally looked like she had wings when she came through my front door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it to the doctor and I apparently had a really bad case. It took several days for "everything" to work out. Gross. In the interim, Jackson had his 1st babysitter (Erin and Gregg) and learned to take a bottle. Grammy came to help David while I rested in bed on some serious antibiotics and pain killers. Did I mention ouch yet? I am going to be taking these antibiotics for two weeks. Here's to a speedy recovery!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiabnigzxxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/u6Yd3W6zv9w/s1600-h/daddy%27s+carrier3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343129111503292178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiabnigzxxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/u6Yd3W6zv9w/s200/daddy%27s+carrier3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343129910172892242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiacWByevFI/AAAAAAAAAII/KWP-ZHDvPk0/s200/napping+with+mommy.jpg" border="0" /&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/7822262155230722981-8986781204988766134?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8986781204988766134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-as-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8986781204988766134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8986781204988766134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-as-dog.html' title='Sick as a Dog'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiabZNUlP1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/E5vZXOoW-aY/s72-c/daddy+%26+me3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-3524581549036724372</id><published>2009-05-01T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:45:59.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumbs Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiabE8Uah_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/OGeZxwGEFQ0/s1600-h/1st+time+to+suck+thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343128517135206386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiabE8Uah_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/OGeZxwGEFQ0/s200/1st+time+to+suck+thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jackson found his thumb today. I wanted to cry as I took the picture. He was so stinking adorable and hungry (remember I have mastitis and that makes for little milk which equals a hungry baby). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I would prefer him to suck a pacifier only because it took me 7 years to break the habit of sucking my thumb. I fear he might do the same. However, there is something mightly convienent about having the thumb right there at your disposal even in the middle of the night. He doesn't suck it regularly. This was a one time event, however, time will tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-3524581549036724372?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3524581549036724372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/thumbs-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/3524581549036724372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/3524581549036724372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/thumbs-up.html' title='Thumbs Up!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiabE8Uah_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/OGeZxwGEFQ0/s72-c/1st+time+to+suck+thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-1959184859359844173</id><published>2009-04-26T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:46:13.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaanMJcYbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jp7NMV-45U0/s1600-h/One+Month+Old5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343128005988082098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaanMJcYbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jp7NMV-45U0/s200/One+Month+Old5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Jackson is officially one month old today! Wow, time flies. I am still learning to balance being a mommy, wife, and Godly woman, but I feel that in time things will begin to get easier. I am awestruck with the beauty of motherhood, and the exciting things Jackson does daily. He is the biggest blessing in my life other than David. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We didn't do anything special today, other than simply love on Jackson and take in the beauty of the day. I love simple days like these. It is nice to say little, observe a lot, and smile often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-1959184859359844173?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1959184859359844173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-month-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1959184859359844173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1959184859359844173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-month-old.html' title='One Month Old!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaanMJcYbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jp7NMV-45U0/s72-c/One+Month+Old5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-1225812692983609623</id><published>2009-04-22T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:44:12.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Generations on Daddy's Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaY7fssYFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tXh3b37_n3U/s1600-h/Meeting+Memaw+%26+Peepaw3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343126155810332754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaY7fssYFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tXh3b37_n3U/s200/Meeting+Memaw+%26+Peepaw3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It is amazing to think that God has blessed us with the time to even take a picture of 4 generations of Templeton men. Jackson finally got tto meet his Memaw and Peepaw Templeton today. We were unable to meet sooner because they have both been in and out of the hospital. However, it was great getting to finally spend some time. Family is one of the most important components of your childhood. I firmly believe that. I grew up with summers, vacations, and all holiday in my Memaw and Pawpaw's house. They are some of the best memories of my childhood. I want so badly for Jackson to feel that way about his Nemo, Grammy &amp;amp; Grampa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-1225812692983609623?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1225812692983609623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-generations-on-daddys-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1225812692983609623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1225812692983609623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-generations-on-daddys-side.html' title='4 Generations on Daddy&apos;s Side'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaY7fssYFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tXh3b37_n3U/s72-c/Meeting+Memaw+%26+Peepaw3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-248205950722905326</id><published>2009-04-19T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:43:27.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More family time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaZdOwRctI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/K9jWFDI0gRw/s1600-h/Bluebonnet+Festival6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343126735377494738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaZdOwRctI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/K9jWFDI0gRw/s200/Bluebonnet+Festival6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;What a weekend! We were so busy this weekend!! (Okay understatement) Aunt Amy (my sister) drove in to visit Jackson and my mom in the hospital. So, she got to really enjoy some time with him as well as some sister time with me. Also, we went over to David's parents house (Grammy and Grampa) for a bridal shower for some friends that I was helping to host. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Jackson was able to meet his Uncle James and Aunt Megan for the first time. It was such a sweet experience. David and I are so glad that we have so much family that loves him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The next day it was finally just the 3 of us. We went for our 1st outing alone to the Bluebonnet Festival in Chappell Hill, Texas. The weather was beautiful and Jackson did great. He rode in his stroller and helped me shop. Of course, the one item I went for was not there. (It rained really badly the day before and scared off lots of vendors). We ran into several of our friends from both church and neighbors. It was a blast. Daddy and I felt successful and overall the experience was what we've been dreaming about for years with a child! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaZly-zPvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Mi7vO0EpN0I/s1600-h/Bluebonnet+Festival3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343126882541059826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaZly-zPvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Mi7vO0EpN0I/s200/Bluebonnet+Festival3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343127123275116578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaZzzyRcCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ktsq23E3uFE/s200/Bluebonnet+Festival7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7822262155230722981-248205950722905326?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/248205950722905326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-family-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/248205950722905326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/248205950722905326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-family-time.html' title='More family time'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaZdOwRctI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/K9jWFDI0gRw/s72-c/Bluebonnet+Festival6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-4267295871155182602</id><published>2009-04-16T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:25:17.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivin' Solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaVzRBtSvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9zQVneW5ZqU/s1600-h/polo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343122715898104562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaVzRBtSvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9zQVneW5ZqU/s200/polo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Drivin your newborn by yourself in a car is a definite experience. I am sure with subsequent children I won't feel so nervous, but it was tense. You could have heard a pindrop in my car. Jackson, in his usual carefree demeanor, was oblivious. He just sat strapped in and ready. I only drove to my best friend Erin's house (less than a mile), but the trip felt triumphant. :) Once there, Jackson slept the entire time while I learned to be human again and engage in non-baby talk conversations. Thank goodness for girl time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-4267295871155182602?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4267295871155182602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/drivin-solo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4267295871155182602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4267295871155182602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/drivin-solo.html' title='Drivin&apos; Solo'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaVzRBtSvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9zQVneW5ZqU/s72-c/polo5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-4759475230522232505</id><published>2009-04-15T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:23:53.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursing 101</title><content type='html'>Okay...no pictures today because of the obvious title; however, let me just say no one said it was gonna' be this crazy. I originally decided that if I could nurse for the first 2 weeks of Jackson's life I would be satisfied. However, once I experienced nursing with him I was addicted to the bond we share. BUT I, apparently, am fit to be a old-time wet nurse and feed the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had to call in a lactation specialist for consultation. Let's just call her Saint Suzy because she swooped in with some great techniques, answers, and patience. I discovered that no two women are the same with milk, nursing, and babies. I also learned to steer clear of the "norms." Meaning, there is no such thing as the right way to do this. So, the end results are clear: nurse one side, pump the rest. (It reminds me of the Bluebell commercial, "eat all you can, sell the rest.") Ironic huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-4759475230522232505?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4759475230522232505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/nursing-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4759475230522232505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4759475230522232505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/nursing-101.html' title='Nursing 101'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-8758276796122352761</id><published>2009-04-12T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:23:15.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaVN1yoTyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gMsHyCkJay4/s1600-h/IMG_1821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343122072931946274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaVN1yoTyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gMsHyCkJay4/s200/IMG_1821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Easter was a beautiful holiday this year. I had hoped to make it to church with Jackson to celebrate the rising of our Lord, but with the Swine Flu making its way around our area shutting down local campuses, we decided to keep Easter a family affair. We did honor God by explaining the holiday to Jackson (and he understood it all of course). We also went and visiting my mom, his Nemo, along with other family. We are getting really good at traveling with a baby now.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaUjeb-5CI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CMJwa8qX2AQ/s1600-h/dying+eggs+with+nemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343121345108436002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaUjeb-5CI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CMJwa8qX2AQ/s200/dying+eggs+with+nemo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaUxy2lO_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/F8BXo-0Tbnc/s1600-h/IMG_1830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343121591106878450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaUxy2lO_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/F8BXo-0Tbnc/s200/IMG_1830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaUxy2lO_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/F8BXo-0Tbnc/s1600-h/IMG_1830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343121161487908290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaUYyZb_cI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gqyqDpkdoZg/s200/easter+basket2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-8758276796122352761?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8758276796122352761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8758276796122352761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8758276796122352761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaVN1yoTyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gMsHyCkJay4/s72-c/IMG_1821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-4493048474293471992</id><published>2009-04-10T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:16:53.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubber Ducky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaTcahO6QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/V2hyl6Sb9E0/s1600-h/1st+real+bath1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343120124286003458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaTcahO6QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/V2hyl6Sb9E0/s200/1st+real+bath1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaSmzmDFzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EePyrGpxo2g/s1600-h/IMG_1834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343119203304150834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaSmzmDFzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EePyrGpxo2g/s200/IMG_1834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay, nothing is more fun than bath time! Jackson absolutely LOVES LOVES LOVES his bath time. I have never seen anyone so excited and relaxed. He is still so tiny in his tub, so after we tried it we decided to use the sink. It was a perfect fit!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;David and I are also progressing as parents. David spent some alone time with Jackson while I adventured out to the grocery store. It was my first time away from him since he was born. I shopped with vengence! All in all, Adorable!&lt;/span&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/7822262155230722981-4493048474293471992?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4493048474293471992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/rubber-ducky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4493048474293471992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4493048474293471992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/rubber-ducky.html' title='Rubber Ducky!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaTcahO6QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/V2hyl6Sb9E0/s72-c/1st+real+bath1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-4260140274324479345</id><published>2009-04-09T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:27:13.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks Old and Growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaWRvmbbRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NfRaUm5pXF4/s1600-h/clothes+fit4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343123239501262098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaWRvmbbRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NfRaUm5pXF4/s200/clothes+fit4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson is officially two weeks old today. We all went to the doctor and he weighed 7 pounds and 0 1/4 ounces. He also grew an inch! He did great with the trip and didn't even cry when they pricked his heel for the numerous blood tests. What a trooper! I also learned how to nurse in public (okay...semi-public). It wasn't as bad as I thought. I sure do love the nursing cover I bought...great investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home, Jackson also enjoyed his first adventure in his bouncy seat. I am not sure what he was thinking, but he was definitely doing some thinking. His eyes were huge in amazement just looking around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-4260140274324479345?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4260140274324479345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-weeks-old-and-growing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4260140274324479345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/4260140274324479345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-weeks-old-and-growing.html' title='2 Weeks Old and Growing'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaWRvmbbRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NfRaUm5pXF4/s72-c/clothes+fit4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-1269781596768485175</id><published>2009-04-05T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:09:58.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaSPDqBKVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1vMsqNHTEdw/s1600-h/3+generations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343118795298908498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaSPDqBKVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1vMsqNHTEdw/s200/3+generations.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I've discovered that being a mom is FULL of milestones. I always feel eager for them to happen but then I am suddenly saddened by the reality that my little boy is growing up so fast. Today Jackson lost his umbilical cord while visiting with his Grammy and Grampa along with the other Smith family members. I was definitely concerned, and wanted to "nurse" his little "battle scar." I think I have a lot of learning to do. Poor Jackson..lol. However, the family time was fun. He got to meet uncles, aunts, great uncles and aunts, second cousins, neighbors and friends. We had a great time. And, his Grampa finally got to hold him (because he had a pretty bad cold when he was born). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-1269781596768485175?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1269781596768485175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/milestones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1269781596768485175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1269781596768485175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaSPDqBKVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1vMsqNHTEdw/s72-c/3+generations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-25085297445566650</id><published>2009-04-04T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:06:37.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Outdoor Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaRcV6XEsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dy4eTpV1kdM/s1600-h/justa+strollin4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343117924025963202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaRcV6XEsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dy4eTpV1kdM/s200/justa+strollin4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've discovered that Jackson is an outdoor man! He absolutely loves the outdoors. He loves going on walks and even has a walking buddy (Hunter, our golden retriever). Hunter has really taken to Jackson. In fact, he walks right next to the stroller without his leash and if Jackson grunts Hunter immediately "checks in" on him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-25085297445566650?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/25085297445566650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-outdoor-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/25085297445566650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/25085297445566650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-outdoor-man.html' title='Our Outdoor Man'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SiaRcV6XEsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dy4eTpV1kdM/s72-c/justa+strollin4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-2181200538817251684</id><published>2009-04-01T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:11:08.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Se3uLDVucbI/AAAAAAAAADg/mJ9HvyTRMNk/s1600-h/%7B1A725B28-18C2-4B3C-8B1E-7540D21E6B4E%7D_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327175807891567026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Se3uLDVucbI/AAAAAAAAADg/mJ9HvyTRMNk/s200/%7B1A725B28-18C2-4B3C-8B1E-7540D21E6B4E%7D_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Originally I intended on making my very own birth annoucements...well, these plans were made before I became a busy, nursing mom. Once our little man arrived, we decided that we'd "scrounge up" the moo-lah and order them. (Thanks daddy!) So, today was our big picture day. Jackson did great. He was such a trooper as over 60 pictures were taken in three different outfits. We were thrilled with the way these pictures turned out. David and I just beamed ear to ear with the Aggie ones of course. Class of 2031! Whoop! We hope everyone is enjoying the birth annoucment because we had such a fun time creating the memories with them! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Se3vUuX9WoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lt1FY8qOgb8/s1600-h/polo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327177073574107778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Se3vUuX9WoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lt1FY8qOgb8/s200/polo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Se3vdjvrM5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/5DosC2Pp_qs/s1600-h/aggie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327177225339614098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Se3vdjvrM5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/5DosC2Pp_qs/s200/aggie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327177658455707442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Se3v2xOmTzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SREYey3t8yI/s200/smiling.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/7822262155230722981-2181200538817251684?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2181200538817251684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-cheese.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/2181200538817251684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/2181200538817251684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/Se3uLDVucbI/AAAAAAAAADg/mJ9HvyTRMNk/s72-c/%7B1A725B28-18C2-4B3C-8B1E-7540D21E6B4E%7D_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-1544898100562971917</id><published>2009-03-28T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:57:18.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeTq7hS_59I/AAAAAAAAADY/bQwtv9LyKGo/s1600-h/IMG_1741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324638967730005970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeTq7hS_59I/AAAAAAAAADY/bQwtv9LyKGo/s200/IMG_1741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324637716725840434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeTpys8XOjI/AAAAAAAAADI/oreUS2zfSAY/s200/Baby+Jacksons+Birth+6-26-2009+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We were thrilled and scared to know that we were going home! We had to wait until Jackson officially had his first "pee" since the circumcision. The little stinker made us wait almost 26 hours! Talk about stubborn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was a scary and surreal moment to think that they just send you home with a baby. I bet the nurses were thinking, "ha, ha...good luck...suckers!" And, just like that we were off into the world with the full responsibility of this little guy. Daddy did the driving; he did a great job and stayed calm. I rode in the back with Jackson. And, as our luck would have it, the day we came home turned out to be one of the coldest days in a long time-50 degrees! So, we all bundled up for our journey. We were greeted by Nemo and Grama and a clean house. It was so kind. And, thus begun the rest of our lives as Mommy and Daddy. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeTqqVf2kmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Oq-yweVCtw0/s1600-h/IMG_1744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324638672504918626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeTqqVf2kmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Oq-yweVCtw0/s200/IMG_1744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324637545195106514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeTpot8P8NI/AAAAAAAAADA/bsH760slyNM/s200/IMG_1743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7822262155230722981-1544898100562971917?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1544898100562971917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/coming-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1544898100562971917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1544898100562971917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeTq7hS_59I/AAAAAAAAADY/bQwtv9LyKGo/s72-c/IMG_1741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-8680722625565435287</id><published>2009-03-27T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:58:21.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;David, Jackson, and I are so thrilled to have visitors! And we had lots of them! Nemo, Grama, Grammy, Grampa, Aunt Amy, Aunt Heather, Aunt Shannon, Uncle Jason, Aunt Miranda, Uncle Bruce, Erin, Gregg, Jon, Jerry, Adam, Courtney, Joe and Wallace are some just to name a few! We also received lots of beautiful flowers and balloons. He is already spoiled!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeKAX-DaA9I/AAAAAAAAACI/ME1gYWzl-bY/s1600-h/Aunt+Amy+with+Jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323958858787980242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeKAX-DaA9I/AAAAAAAAACI/ME1gYWzl-bY/s200/Aunt+Amy+with+Jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeKAykWrLXI/AAAAAAAAACY/Iup0YE9ZNMY/s1600-h/IMG_1700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323959315745942898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeKAykWrLXI/AAAAAAAAACY/Iup0YE9ZNMY/s200/IMG_1700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323959192591707714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeKArZkarkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kH0OCMR6Cls/s200/IMG_1695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeKBW5Fm0aI/AAAAAAAAACw/3-i3AmcxvSU/s1600-h/IMG_1717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323959939786789282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeKBW5Fm0aI/AAAAAAAAACw/3-i3AmcxvSU/s200/IMG_1717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeKA7dJSPdI/AAAAAAAAACg/nWG-dYUk06Y/s1600-h/IMG_1716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323959468429557202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeKA7dJSPdI/AAAAAAAAACg/nWG-dYUk06Y/s200/IMG_1716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323959676401742354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeKBHj5t8hI/AAAAAAAAACo/lXVkXedpQ-8/s200/IMG_1722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeJ-9fBwiGI/AAAAAAAAACA/vLs6jukeR0o/s1600-h/IMG_1695.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-8680722625565435287?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8680722625565435287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/david-jackson-and-i-are-so-thrilled-to.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8680722625565435287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/8680722625565435287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/david-jackson-and-i-are-so-thrilled-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeKAX-DaA9I/AAAAAAAAACI/ME1gYWzl-bY/s72-c/Aunt+Amy+with+Jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822262155230722981.post-1004130478092491823</id><published>2009-03-26T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:00:26.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson is Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeJ8sH8EAAI/AAAAAAAAABI/6j_ww9vVQ9A/s1600-h/ash%26jackson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323954806992404482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeJ8sH8EAAI/AAAAAAAAABI/6j_ww9vVQ9A/s200/ash%26jackson2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;He is finally here! We are super excited that little Jackson can now be in our arms! We have prayed and dreamt of this day for 39 weeks. No one told us that being parents would be so much fun! I had a great delivery (started around 8:30am and he was born at 1:27pm). We had lots and lots of visitors, and felt so blessed to have so many people care about us and our little cutie! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeJ8sbXz8eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Mie_SV5Z0FM/s1600-h/Baby+Jacksons+Birth+6-26-2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323954812209066466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeJ8sbXz8eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Mie_SV5Z0FM/s200/Baby+Jacksons+Birth+6-26-2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jackson officially entered our lives at 1:27pm on Thursday March 26th. He weighed 6 pounds 5 ounces and was 18 1/4 inches long. He was born with a head full of blonde hair and immediately opened his eyes for lots of photos with grandparents, aunts, and uncles. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeJ8r5iUT2I/AAAAAAAAABA/YZ1SjlK4gWU/s1600-h/ashdad%26jackson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323954803126325090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeJ8r5iUT2I/AAAAAAAAABA/YZ1SjlK4gWU/s200/ashdad%26jackson2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7822262155230722981-1004130478092491823?l=the-templeton-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1004130478092491823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/03/jackson-is-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1004130478092491823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7822262155230722981/posts/default/1004130478092491823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-templeton-family.blogspot.com/2009/03/jackson-is-here.html' title='Jackson is Here!'/><author><name>The Templeton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464955123088076394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SylX0nGwb-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnH5908Jz0Y/S220/family+photo-edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryoG24E1Bko/SeJ8sH8EAAI/AAAAAAAAABI/6j_ww9vVQ9A/s72-c/ash%26jackson2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
