<?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-5526452648504639953</id><updated>2012-01-17T18:39:35.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jonannacosby</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-4326456298665151877</id><published>2011-11-01T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:28:16.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMuwxHGvYIg/TrA3pm4zHaI/AAAAAAAACis/35MMB51Ta4E/s1600/halloween%2B039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMuwxHGvYIg/TrA3pm4zHaI/AAAAAAAACis/35MMB51Ta4E/s320/halloween%2B039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670093118812396962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bG-mZedz55s/TrA29zHKCpI/AAAAAAAACig/wJhB50iRcZc/s1600/halloween%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bG-mZedz55s/TrA29zHKCpI/AAAAAAAACig/wJhB50iRcZc/s320/halloween%2B019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670092366179601042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo-bJVXeYZs/TrA29QtpeYI/AAAAAAAACiU/qvAp6_P1YsU/s1600/halloween%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo-bJVXeYZs/TrA29QtpeYI/AAAAAAAACiU/qvAp6_P1YsU/s320/halloween%2B034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670092356945803650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-TJ8DhMCaY/TrA29NgkBoI/AAAAAAAACiI/HetK28M7Sjc/s1600/halloween%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-TJ8DhMCaY/TrA29NgkBoI/AAAAAAAACiI/HetK28M7Sjc/s320/halloween%2B012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670092356085614210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the green frog costume is courtesy of my sister, but I made the other two.  Lincoln drew a picture of what he wanted to be so if you're not sure, he's a red monster.  Isaac is Ang, the avatar.  If you're not sure who that is, well, I'm disappointed, but you can just google him and you'll see how awesome of a likeness I brewed up.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Also, Isaac is coughing in most pictures because he has pneumonia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-4326456298665151877?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/4326456298665151877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=4326456298665151877' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/4326456298665151877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/4326456298665151877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2011/11/costume-time.html' title='Costume Time'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMuwxHGvYIg/TrA3pm4zHaI/AAAAAAAACis/35MMB51Ta4E/s72-c/halloween%2B039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-6099999347993360066</id><published>2011-06-15T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T10:56:14.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>super boys</title><content type='html'>I took the boys out last week to take pictures with their superhero capes on.  These are some of my shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, can anyone tell me how to get my pictures bigger?  I used the "large" ones but they're still kind of puny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fswfszmk6KA/TfjxN7dVywI/AAAAAAAACaQ/XHd5NL-Klxc/s1600/boys%2B707-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fswfszmk6KA/TfjxN7dVywI/AAAAAAAACaQ/XHd5NL-Klxc/s400/boys%2B707-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618505756746042114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjN56n2jB20/TfjxNBOnZ_I/AAAAAAAACaI/3JJNMyLpDQY/s1600/lincoln%2B066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjN56n2jB20/TfjxNBOnZ_I/AAAAAAAACaI/3JJNMyLpDQY/s400/lincoln%2B066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618505741115025394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GY9XdGuhi4g/TfjxMlXAFeI/AAAAAAAACaA/q34EEh72HZs/s1600/lincoln%2B107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GY9XdGuhi4g/TfjxMlXAFeI/AAAAAAAACaA/q34EEh72HZs/s400/lincoln%2B107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618505733634004450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glTPVc9zgtY/TfjxMbxjVPI/AAAAAAAACZ4/4KRNE9f_Q40/s1600/boys%2B668-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glTPVc9zgtY/TfjxMbxjVPI/AAAAAAAACZ4/4KRNE9f_Q40/s400/boys%2B668-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618505731061011698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3iMSF6vfOI/TfjvpK2MQXI/AAAAAAAACZw/sJ0T1cAXDac/s1600/boys%2B186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3iMSF6vfOI/TfjvpK2MQXI/AAAAAAAACZw/sJ0T1cAXDac/s400/boys%2B186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618504025710018930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itCmrL3WWwE/Tfju1ltmN1I/AAAAAAAACZo/4otX_u32u6w/s1600/boys%2B288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itCmrL3WWwE/Tfju1ltmN1I/AAAAAAAACZo/4otX_u32u6w/s400/boys%2B288.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618503139568531282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyD1l_QZkRo/Tfju1UjVmfI/AAAAAAAACZg/PNRBbvgwLGo/s1600/boys%2B239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sc6ikCID1Z0/TfjuNs95y5I/AAAAAAAACZQ/cYGU7Vk75gE/s400/boys%2B653.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618502454321204114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-6099999347993360066?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/6099999347993360066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=6099999347993360066' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/6099999347993360066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/6099999347993360066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2011/06/super-boys.html' title='super boys'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fswfszmk6KA/TfjxN7dVywI/AAAAAAAACaQ/XHd5NL-Klxc/s72-c/boys%2B707-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-7580940263611597166</id><published>2011-04-11T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:51:24.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bend it like Isaac</title><content type='html'>Isaac is the star of his soccer team.  He scored the first goal of the season and blocked several goals from the other team.  I was so into the game I didn't get my camera out in time to get the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what he did right after the goal - Raise the roof Isaac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow1wpn18Rjk/TaNIJA55a4I/AAAAAAAACLw/bvqjwMldNpY/s1600/Abby%2B047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow1wpn18Rjk/TaNIJA55a4I/AAAAAAAACLw/bvqjwMldNpY/s400/Abby%2B047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594394481823148930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you make this face because you're so elated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYnptHI5G4E/TaNJdIaTlQI/AAAAAAAACMA/d7lQrW6KNqU/s1600/Abby%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYnptHI5G4E/TaNJdIaTlQI/AAAAAAAACMA/d7lQrW6KNqU/s400/Abby%2B049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594395926947140866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQKbQrxVhlw/TaNMUSZgk2I/AAAAAAAACMQ/lHT_W3Iw8yo/s1600/Abby%2B055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQKbQrxVhlw/TaNMUSZgk2I/AAAAAAAACMQ/lHT_W3Iw8yo/s400/Abby%2B055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594399073544213346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CCv3AO6XHj8/TaNLqpTml6I/AAAAAAAACMI/8wNdqg8sO3c/s1600/Abby%2B057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CCv3AO6XHj8/TaNLqpTml6I/AAAAAAAACMI/8wNdqg8sO3c/s400/Abby%2B057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594398358138951586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jy88iFZKFPA/TaNNSXZdesI/AAAAAAAACMg/TO7fogHezQ8/s1600/Abby%2B058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jy88iFZKFPA/TaNNSXZdesI/AAAAAAAACMg/TO7fogHezQ8/s400/Abby%2B058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594400140038077122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g83S60uTyug/TaNNSAvloaI/AAAAAAAACMY/NziN0_QhC84/s1600/Abby%2B056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g83S60uTyug/TaNNSAvloaI/AAAAAAAACMY/NziN0_QhC84/s400/Abby%2B056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594400133956870562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-7580940263611597166?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/7580940263611597166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=7580940263611597166' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/7580940263611597166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/7580940263611597166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2011/04/bend-it-like-isaac.html' title='Bend it like Isaac'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow1wpn18Rjk/TaNIJA55a4I/AAAAAAAACLw/bvqjwMldNpY/s72-c/Abby%2B047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-1758087008855548892</id><published>2011-02-19T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T18:38:54.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh and one other thing</title><content type='html'>I do actually have cancer, it's very small and in my thyroid so bye-bye hormone-regulating thyroid, hello, little pill.  Good things about cancer - I've had 3 dinners brought over in 1.5 weeks...and iodine free salt.  Seriously, I'm fine, but people are nice.  Now, read my much more exciting post about Lincoln's bday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-1758087008855548892?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/1758087008855548892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=1758087008855548892' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/1758087008855548892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/1758087008855548892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-and-one-other-thing.html' title='Oh and one other thing'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-457716545610466628</id><published>2011-02-19T17:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T18:23:23.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln's 5th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NkuJlMQjmrc/TWBy4KOCEqI/AAAAAAAACKw/Ez2ZKotvZzg/s1600/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NkuJlMQjmrc/TWBy4KOCEqI/AAAAAAAACKw/Ez2ZKotvZzg/s400/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575582647826125474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln turned 5 today.  Yes, 5.  That's what I said, booby trap.  (points if you know the reference)  What, how did that happen?  I don't know, but it did.  And he wanted a pirate party.  We were at the store a while back and he said, "mom, I want a pirate ship cake for my party."  I said, okay, we can do that.  Then without any way of knowing what I was thinking in my head, he said, "but I want the cake in the shape of a pirate ship, not a pirate ship toy on the cake."  What the heck, how did he read my mind?  He knows me well.  Because that was exactly what I was thinking.  You saw the picture of the cake.  I think it's pretty awesome.  The poop deck almost fell over - it was being poopy (ha, I'm so funny.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lincoln turned 3 we went all out and had a lion bday complete with pin the tail on the lion and crafts and games and cake all relating to the lion theme.  This year I wised up.  We had kids over, watched a movie, ate pizza and cake, and colored a pirate ship picture.  Perfect.  OH, and here's the amazing invitation I created. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99-mcN8sLDY/TWB1QcjFK2I/AAAAAAAACK4/XIb46Pg6ENw/s1600/Lincoln%2Bbday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99-mcN8sLDY/TWB1QcjFK2I/AAAAAAAACK4/XIb46Pg6ENw/s400/Lincoln%2Bbday.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575585264086362978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, amazing right?  You're all thinking, Gosh where does Anna come up with this stuff?  Well, you too can create your own invites by going to the paint accessory on your computer.  Moving on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej804yzQN_I/TWB2qBRaEYI/AAAAAAAACLA/Ib03jKag56E/s1600/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej804yzQN_I/TWB2qBRaEYI/AAAAAAAACLA/Ib03jKag56E/s400/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575586802952704386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lincoln pretending to be shy after coloring his pirate ship picture.  He's not shy.  The other day he asked Jon's boss to play sumo with him.  At our house to play sumo you take your shirt off and grunt and bump stomachs.  Mom does not play sumo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxKGegE0CIU/TWB3xv38RfI/AAAAAAAACLI/Ti4h0yjsXME/s1600/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxKGegE0CIU/TWB3xv38RfI/AAAAAAAACLI/Ti4h0yjsXME/s400/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575588035233072626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell if he had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ez1GfdFThuA/TWB3x6N8INI/AAAAAAAACLQ/I8XQdiJA3xE/s1600/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ez1GfdFThuA/TWB3x6N8INI/AAAAAAAACLQ/I8XQdiJA3xE/s400/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575588038009692370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not sure if she's having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51zhC9hjZHQ/TWB3yE9FFhI/AAAAAAAACLY/1Z-TIpX_fiM/s1600/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51zhC9hjZHQ/TWB3yE9FFhI/AAAAAAAACLY/1Z-TIpX_fiM/s400/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575588040891766290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she does seem to be engrossed by the movie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little friend has been telling Lincoln for several days about his present.  Lincoln was very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Bu-g9fMpYo/TWB6eSt5ASI/AAAAAAAACLo/mIvsA9YTQ50/s1600/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Bu-g9fMpYo/TWB6eSt5ASI/AAAAAAAACLo/mIvsA9YTQ50/s400/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575590999523655970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lP1tnhP40oU/TWB48UTwTbI/AAAAAAAACLg/X6_4e3vXR54/s1600/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lP1tnhP40oU/TWB48UTwTbI/AAAAAAAACLg/X6_4e3vXR54/s400/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575589316323724722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lincoln seemed to be very pleased with his cake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before parents came, we opened up our plethora (would you say I have a plethora?) of costumes and the kids all dressed up in the boys costumes and had a blast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-457716545610466628?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/457716545610466628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=457716545610466628' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/457716545610466628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/457716545610466628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2011/02/lincolns-5th-birthday.html' title='Lincoln&apos;s 5th Birthday'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NkuJlMQjmrc/TWBy4KOCEqI/AAAAAAAACKw/Ez2ZKotvZzg/s72-c/lincolnbdayfeb18-192011%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-6728596922737825406</id><published>2011-01-05T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:03:15.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I learned it from my mind</title><content type='html'>Conversation tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln said:  "Mom, did you know that robots have electricity inside?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I did know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln:  I knew that too, I learned it from my mind.  I just thought and thought and pulled it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-6728596922737825406?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/6728596922737825406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=6728596922737825406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/6728596922737825406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/6728596922737825406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-learned-it-from-my-mind.html' title='I learned it from my mind'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-5728724522431672445</id><published>2010-10-23T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T21:17:59.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elijah's almost 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TMOzHhJWq-I/AAAAAAAAB-0/UMtIK2EGFhs/s1600/headband+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TMOzHhJWq-I/AAAAAAAAB-0/UMtIK2EGFhs/s400/headband+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531461709079161826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a haircut.  So cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow is Elijah's 2nd birthday.  I'm not sure how this happened.  But here are a few things I love about him.  &lt;br /&gt;1.  He's started "reading."  It's hilarious.  He gets EVERY SINGLE book out of the book bucket (I don't so much love that part) and then finds one he likes.  He opens it and points to things and says strings of gibberish that is so dang sweet.  &lt;br /&gt;2.  He has a dimple above his eyes.  I want to eat it.  That sounds weird but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;3.  He adores his older brothers.  They hand him a spatula and he runs around in pandemonium playing "the swatting baby."  Yes, that means he's supposed to chase them and hit them.  Hey, they're the ones that came up with the crazy game.  He just goes along.  Don't you wish you lived at my house?  We play all sorts of cool games, like "little Indian worm" and have awesome dance parties. &lt;br /&gt;4.  Elijah loves to dance.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;5.  He gives serious wet kisses and zerberts.  He's very proud of his belly button and wants to zerbert yours.  Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;6.  His hair is so blond it disappears in water.&lt;br /&gt;7.  When I say "I love you" he nods his head, like, I know mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-5728724522431672445?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/5728724522431672445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=5728724522431672445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/5728724522431672445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/5728724522431672445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/10/elijahs-almost-2.html' title='Elijah&apos;s almost 2'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TMOzHhJWq-I/AAAAAAAAB-0/UMtIK2EGFhs/s72-c/headband+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-2012322403366437153</id><published>2010-10-18T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:14:04.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you have great friends, when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TLy4e9k2HUI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/BJCKpmvB6G8/s1600/headband+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TLy4e9k2HUI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/BJCKpmvB6G8/s400/headband+087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529497284568816962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they choose to come to Lincoln, Nebraska for their birthday.  What???  Lincoln's not on your top ten list of awesome vacation spots?  You don't repeatedly think to yourself, Man I wish I could go to Nebraska?  Well you should, because it's awesome. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so my friend Geri came for a weekend visit.  She used to live here but left in May when her husband finished law school.  For several weeks I was a little down about the whole thing.  I'd tell Jon, I really like you, but I miss my Geri.  He understood.  We'd go out to dinner with them and it was basically me and Geri on a date, and Jon and Dan on a date.  It was a great match.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she came and we went shopping, to the gym, to the park, to get our craft on and ate lots and lots.  In February it will be my turn to get on a plane and head south.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-2012322403366437153?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/2012322403366437153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=2012322403366437153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/2012322403366437153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/2012322403366437153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-know-you-have-great-friends-when.html' title='You know you have great friends, when...'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TLy4e9k2HUI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/BJCKpmvB6G8/s72-c/headband+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-4682000952621698644</id><published>2010-09-30T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T18:22:53.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Mom, look what I can do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TKU2Sl_KyFI/AAAAAAAAB-A/R8qRNnzgqFI/s1600/headband+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TKU2Sl_KyFI/AAAAAAAAB-A/R8qRNnzgqFI/s400/headband+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522880211102386258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TKU2SUZAl2I/AAAAAAAAB94/d6kvl8hCNJg/s1600/headband+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TKU2SUZAl2I/AAAAAAAAB94/d6kvl8hCNJg/s400/headband+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522880206378932066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TKU2SVS3CAI/AAAAAAAAB9w/bIrIM6sm4GQ/s1600/headband+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TKU2SVS3CAI/AAAAAAAAB9w/bIrIM6sm4GQ/s400/headband+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522880206621575170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend Heather inspired the making of this baby.  It's super simple.  I love the word super.  It makes everything that much more awesome.  I took some grosgrain ribbon, sewed it to two elastics, and bedazzled the heck out of it.  Warning:  It's really hard to take pictures of yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-4682000952621698644?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/4682000952621698644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=4682000952621698644' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/4682000952621698644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/4682000952621698644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey-mom-look-what-i-can-do.html' title='Hey Mom, look what I can do'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TKU2Sl_KyFI/AAAAAAAAB-A/R8qRNnzgqFI/s72-c/headband+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-8964196427984430614</id><published>2010-09-18T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T08:02:32.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Support for my Sister</title><content type='html'>So my sister was diagnosed with Thyroid cancer on Thursday and she's going into surgery today to have it removed.  She's a trooper and is more worried about her mounting medical costs than her surgery.  Her husband has a few CDs out(he's a very talented guitarist) and any proceeds from purchases go toward helping with her crazy medical expenses. Check it out.  They are acoustic hymns - so there aren't any annoying voices to listen to.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Support-Amber-Woolner/156790287680960 or www.chadwoolner.bandcamp.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read her story go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thewoolners.blogspot.com/2010/09/tale-of-three-cancers.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-8964196427984430614?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/8964196427984430614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=8964196427984430614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8964196427984430614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8964196427984430614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/09/support-for-my-sister.html' title='Support for my Sister'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-8137000940651540069</id><published>2010-09-09T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:16:05.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Boyz Da Boyz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TIkyBTQHhfI/AAAAAAAAB9E/emUjdudFKxM/s1600/school+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TIkyBTQHhfI/AAAAAAAAB9E/emUjdudFKxM/s400/school+168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514994216621016562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TIkx0vD1i4I/AAAAAAAAB88/LOyVWphjiIg/s1600/school+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TIkx0vD1i4I/AAAAAAAAB88/LOyVWphjiIg/s400/school+095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514994000747400066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TIkx0ecVnlI/AAAAAAAAB80/4OpvgrcNuec/s1600/school+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TIkx0ecVnlI/AAAAAAAAB80/4OpvgrcNuec/s400/school+073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514993996286762578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TIkxz5uVWSI/AAAAAAAAB8s/i5qsIil3dP4/s1600/school+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TIkxz5uVWSI/AAAAAAAAB8s/i5qsIil3dP4/s400/school+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514993986430130466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TIkxzkyxb3I/AAAAAAAAB8k/-k_8dVM0ECk/s1600/Isaac+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TIkxzkyxb3I/AAAAAAAAB8k/-k_8dVM0ECk/s400/Isaac+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514993980811603826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TIkxzAsjkEI/AAAAAAAAB8c/Gp5WxG3o-ZE/s1600/Isaac+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TIkxzAsjkEI/AAAAAAAAB8c/Gp5WxG3o-ZE/s400/Isaac+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514993971121852482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my post title is a throw back to the Romeo and Juliet with Claire Danes and Leonardo Dicaprio.  I don't know why, but I loved that part.  These are the most recent pictures of the boys.  I took Lincoln and Elijah's one morning and then Isaac's a different day.  That's why the lighting looks a little different and I'm kind of miffed because they'll all be hung in the same spot.  Oh well.  And would you believe that my six year old was the hardest to photograph.  He kept making this goofy face and then it would make him laugh and me laugh so then I'd get some camera shake.  Uggh.  Good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-8137000940651540069?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/8137000940651540069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=8137000940651540069' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8137000940651540069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8137000940651540069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/09/da-boyz-da-boyz.html' title='Da Boyz Da Boyz'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TIkyBTQHhfI/AAAAAAAAB9E/emUjdudFKxM/s72-c/school+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-8104927109014833640</id><published>2010-08-26T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T11:26:57.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what do you do in the summer time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/THaxwquk_BI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/5EVR2KGSQEw/s1600/school+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/THaxwquk_BI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/5EVR2KGSQEw/s320/school+281.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509786643795868690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/THaxwMPtgNI/AAAAAAAAB6I/1xKrrdPOUHE/s1600/school+419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/THaxwMPtgNI/AAAAAAAAB6I/1xKrrdPOUHE/s320/school+419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509786635613339858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/THaxvnW3juI/AAAAAAAAB6A/z6WMrRDy3Yg/s1600/school+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/THaxvnW3juI/AAAAAAAAB6A/z6WMrRDy3Yg/s320/school+279.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509786625711247074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's too stinking hot to go outside!&lt;br /&gt;You fill up your bathtub with an insane amount of bubbles and PLAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-8104927109014833640?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/8104927109014833640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=8104927109014833640' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8104927109014833640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8104927109014833640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-what-do-you-do-in-summer-time.html' title='Oh what do you do in the summer time?'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/THaxwquk_BI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/5EVR2KGSQEw/s72-c/school+281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-4706812244264286078</id><published>2010-08-25T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T13:02:06.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, is cigaretting bad for you?</title><content type='html'>That's the question Lincoln asked me today as we passed the ashtray by the bank.  I think from now on I'll call it cigaretting, not smoking.  Answer, yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-4706812244264286078?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/4706812244264286078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=4706812244264286078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/4706812244264286078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/4706812244264286078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/08/mom-is-cigaretting-bad-for-you.html' title='Mom, is cigaretting bad for you?'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-1692137437160865565</id><published>2010-06-28T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:05:08.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sick bush baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TClhVszYllI/AAAAAAAABmQ/S2yssCtHnu4/s1600/june28+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TClhVszYllI/AAAAAAAABmQ/S2yssCtHnu4/s320/june28+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488024646359488082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days before we were set to head for Texas, Isaac began getting very weird symptoms.  He started acting very lethargic, and the night before we were planning on leaving, he couldn't move from the waist down.  I took him to the doctor and after some labs and and x-ray, we were told to go to Children's Hospital in Omaha.  So up we went and they hooked Isaac up to an IV and poked him about 8 too many times.  He had an MRI and sever x-rays.  And after all that, we still don't know what caused his arthritis.  But after 4 days of isolated hospital time, he was as good as new.  Aside from a 7 POUND WEIGHT LOSS.  And for those of you who know him, Isaac is a skinny kid.  He has a six pack.  Not an ounce of extra weight to spare.  So when you go from 51 pounds, to 44 pounds, your normally large eyes tend to pop out like mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-1692137437160865565?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/1692137437160865565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=1692137437160865565' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/1692137437160865565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/1692137437160865565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-sick-bush-baby.html' title='My sick bush baby'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/TClhVszYllI/AAAAAAAABmQ/S2yssCtHnu4/s72-c/june28+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-3476645287609651502</id><published>2010-04-22T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:54:29.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Elijah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S9C28b3AMWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/PzqlxoVnJis/s1600/kids+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S9C28b3AMWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/PzqlxoVnJis/s320/kids+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463067497387274594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S9C1yPTzQxI/AAAAAAAAAv0/_tbZJhADnhU/s1600/kids+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S9C1yPTzQxI/AAAAAAAAAv0/_tbZJhADnhU/s320/kids+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463066222708081426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S9C1xiKphKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/9GYnxQut1zA/s1600/kids+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S9C1xiKphKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/9GYnxQut1zA/s320/kids+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463066210590098594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S9C1xA-ELII/AAAAAAAAAvk/J3Y21E0FHrw/s1600/kids+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S9C1xA-ELII/AAAAAAAAAvk/J3Y21E0FHrw/s320/kids+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463066201678949506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon's Mom handed down a beloved outfit of uncle Jacob's to Elijah.  It has a dinosaur on it that covers the front and back.  I think he looks stinkin' cute - especially with the lone Cheerio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-3476645287609651502?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/3476645287609651502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=3476645287609651502' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/3476645287609651502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/3476645287609651502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/04/vintage-elijah.html' title='Vintage Elijah'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S9C28b3AMWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/PzqlxoVnJis/s72-c/kids+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-7445602220179414048</id><published>2010-04-14T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:25:52.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln's Brest Friend</title><content type='html'>A conversation between Lincoln and his friend Gaven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaven - I go to preschool&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln - I go to preschool too.  And have tons of friends.  Lailyn's a girl and she's a brest friend.  Kayli's a girl and she's a brest friend.&lt;br /&gt;Gaven - I know Kayli.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-7445602220179414048?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/7445602220179414048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=7445602220179414048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/7445602220179414048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/7445602220179414048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/04/lincolns-brest-friend.html' title='Lincoln&apos;s Brest Friend'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-242698272628996434</id><published>2010-03-25T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:54:54.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S6vNMpxpDcI/AAAAAAAAAvc/nQCO-Jpgjto/s1600/flower+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S6vNMpxpDcI/AAAAAAAAAvc/nQCO-Jpgjto/s320/flower+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452677391118306754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S6vNMJSjhAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/1zWm6QP1vwQ/s1600/flower+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S6vNMJSjhAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/1zWm6QP1vwQ/s320/flower+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452677382397985794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S6vNLp5H1VI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Sj_KY2w30SY/s1600/flower+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S6vNLp5H1VI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Sj_KY2w30SY/s320/flower+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452677373969814866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got my first external flash the other day and was so excited to bring it home and check it out.  It requires 4 AA batteries.  No problem, we have tons of batteries in our stash.  Alas, we have tons of AAA, C (who has those?) and D, but only THREE AA.  So I had to wait til I got to the store.  I have no real idea how to use it properly, just a few tips from my friend and what I can figure out on my own w/o reading a manual, but I LOVE it.  Check out my first attempt and how it captures eyes - when they're not all squinty.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-242698272628996434?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/242698272628996434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=242698272628996434' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/242698272628996434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/242698272628996434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S6vNMpxpDcI/AAAAAAAAAvc/nQCO-Jpgjto/s72-c/flower+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-545299598331175549</id><published>2010-02-18T16:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:19:56.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flowers in your hair...or necklace...or purse, etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S33YdmmLK2I/AAAAAAAAAvE/Z2l71lHJMh8/s1600-h/flower+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S33YdmmLK2I/AAAAAAAAAvE/Z2l71lHJMh8/s320/flower+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439741928021896034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night while I was waiting for Jon to get home from the airport I whipped these out.  Aren't they cute?  I showed my friend and she delicately reminded that I don't have any girls, but that's okay because I will absolutely wear them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-545299598331175549?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/545299598331175549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=545299598331175549' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/545299598331175549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/545299598331175549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/02/flowers-in-your-hairor-necklaceor-purse.html' title='flowers in your hair...or necklace...or purse, etc.'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S33YdmmLK2I/AAAAAAAAAvE/Z2l71lHJMh8/s72-c/flower+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-6222865360899661441</id><published>2010-02-16T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:50:03.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buuuks and Commiddees</title><content type='html'>Isaac and Lincoln make up words all the time.  But my favorites by far are Buuk (pronounced like Boo with a k on the end) and Commiddee.  They're conversations go a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac - "You're just a buuk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln - "Well you're a commiddee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac - "Then I'm gonna buuk you and put it in the trash." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note - I love the versatility of "buuk."  It can be a noun or a verb.  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln - "Mom, Isaac's gonna buuk me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-6222865360899661441?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/6222865360899661441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=6222865360899661441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/6222865360899661441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/6222865360899661441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/02/buuuks-and-commiddees.html' title='Buuuks and Commiddees'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-1431136546693582959</id><published>2010-02-09T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:23:59.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This morning's conversation</title><content type='html'>Lincoln - Mom, does Ang (he's the last airbender) know everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - No, nobody knows EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln - Only moms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I wanted to say yes, but instead I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Even moms don't know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln - shocked and stunned look on his face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-1431136546693582959?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/1431136546693582959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=1431136546693582959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/1431136546693582959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/1431136546693582959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-mornings-conversation.html' title='This morning&apos;s conversation'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-3794764377923191918</id><published>2010-01-31T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:34:51.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina and Gordon's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y9sAHpyCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_meE666G_VE/s1600-h/katwedding+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y9sAHpyCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_meE666G_VE/s320/katwedding+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433097826624718882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y9rkq2SnI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Bb3g4TCfpgA/s1600-h/katwedding+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y9rkq2SnI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Bb3g4TCfpgA/s320/katwedding+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433097819256146546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y8inyZhmI/AAAAAAAAAus/fAclu321sZ4/s1600-h/katwedding+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y8inyZhmI/AAAAAAAAAus/fAclu321sZ4/s320/katwedding+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433096565962671714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y66HxJz8I/AAAAAAAAAuk/9Pyjd3Zjqgc/s1600-h/katwedding+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y66HxJz8I/AAAAAAAAAuk/9Pyjd3Zjqgc/s320/katwedding+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433094770661117890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y65ilvoVI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Gu4hLZKyris/s1600-h/katwedding+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y65ilvoVI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Gu4hLZKyris/s320/katwedding+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433094760681152850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y5cZjqXTI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ZkZyw4-lmEI/s1600-h/katwedding+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y5cZjqXTI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ZkZyw4-lmEI/s320/katwedding+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433093160528665906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Anna ready to drive off.  She's a take charge kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y5b5Qpe8I/AAAAAAAAAuM/A1urdNSK3H4/s1600-h/katwedding+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y5b5Qpe8I/AAAAAAAAAuM/A1urdNSK3H4/s320/katwedding+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433093151858981826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y4PHcSeCI/AAAAAAAAAuE/cMvTQ4uq7qI/s1600-h/katwedding+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y4PHcSeCI/AAAAAAAAAuE/cMvTQ4uq7qI/s320/katwedding+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433091832815974434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Table decor.  I took a lot of pictures of the decor.  I don't have an external flash for my camera so it's hard to take good pics of people with indoor lighting.  But stills work all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y4Ov7MNiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/SmWUH_tgqnw/s1600-h/katwedding+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y4Ov7MNiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/SmWUH_tgqnw/s320/katwedding+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433091826503136802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y23lRvmuI/AAAAAAAAAt0/B2InbcQ3-H0/s1600-h/katwedding+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y23lRvmuI/AAAAAAAAAt0/B2InbcQ3-H0/s320/katwedding+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433090328996322018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little flower girl had the greatest smile plastered on her face.  She must have practiced a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y23XBcqwI/AAAAAAAAAts/gCYEt176adI/s1600-h/katwedding+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y23XBcqwI/AAAAAAAAAts/gCYEt176adI/s320/katwedding+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433090325169875714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flowers were very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y1N2UvGRI/AAAAAAAAAtk/3rjqouVmQfI/s1600-h/katwedding+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y1N2UvGRI/AAAAAAAAAtk/3rjqouVmQfI/s320/katwedding+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433088512506140946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The head table.  Believe it or not, we eat off of this beautiful dinner ware for Christmas/Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y1NQjTOyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/n5hBTwnXOcY/s1600-h/katwedding+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y1NQjTOyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/n5hBTwnXOcY/s320/katwedding+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433088502366681890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;needs cropping, but you get the idea.  cute shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Yzv79zWTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/09MU2Q0fZ28/s1600-h/katwedding+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Yzv79zWTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/09MU2Q0fZ28/s320/katwedding+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433086899112859954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is possibly one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2YzvrF20oI/AAAAAAAAAtM/o8foprWwoZc/s1600-h/katwedding+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2YzvrF20oI/AAAAAAAAAtM/o8foprWwoZc/s320/katwedding+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433086894583239298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one needs some cropping, but I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2YyvQuFiAI/AAAAAAAAAtE/8vOfBfT0E5M/s1600-h/katwedding+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2YyvQuFiAI/AAAAAAAAAtE/8vOfBfT0E5M/s320/katwedding+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433085787992590338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pretty face is in focus while the groom is slightly blurred.  Isn't that how it should be?  Just kidding Gordon.  But Katrina does look amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Yyuw7LW9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/M3Ldbpln87I/s1600-h/katwedding+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Yyuw7LW9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/M3Ldbpln87I/s320/katwedding+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433085779457563602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm about to fall over, but a million people are taking pictures so I better smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Yw-EP83lI/AAAAAAAAAs0/xW7duDOGY_s/s1600-h/katwedding+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Yw-EP83lI/AAAAAAAAAs0/xW7duDOGY_s/s320/katwedding+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433083843319750226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend happened so fast it's a good thing I have visual proof it actually happened. Here are a few (I took over 100) of the pictures I like - they are unedited so they can definitely get better.&lt;br /&gt;Katrina and Gordon after the sealing.  It was freezing cold outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Yw9_yS9bI/AAAAAAAAAss/mq4awY3aQXQ/s1600-h/katwedding+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Yw9_yS9bI/AAAAAAAAAss/mq4awY3aQXQ/s320/katwedding+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433083842121627058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chairs for the ring ceremony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-3794764377923191918?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/3794764377923191918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=3794764377923191918' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/3794764377923191918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/3794764377923191918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/01/katrina-and-gordons-wedding.html' title='Katrina and Gordon&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/S2Y9sAHpyCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_meE666G_VE/s72-c/katwedding+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-5395832055744184421</id><published>2010-01-25T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:17:34.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedges vs. Wedgies</title><content type='html'>Today I peeled a clementine for Lincoln and he said, "but mom, don't peel the inside because I want to peel those."  me - "oh, you mean the wedges?"  Lincoln - "yeah, the wedgies."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-5395832055744184421?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/5395832055744184421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=5395832055744184421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/5395832055744184421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/5395832055744184421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedges-vs-wedgies.html' title='Wedges vs. Wedgies'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-3306095074117576486</id><published>2009-11-17T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:07:46.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SwNyYKOU5zI/AAAAAAAAAsA/EVDVStBmyYU/s1600/pics+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405289737161598770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SwNyYKOU5zI/AAAAAAAAAsA/EVDVStBmyYU/s200/pics+105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; boys at the sunken gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SwNyX-rfDEI/AAAAAAAAAr4/N4u_TuN-WYs/s1600/nov4+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405289734062672962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SwNyX-rfDEI/AAAAAAAAAr4/N4u_TuN-WYs/s200/nov4+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elijah figured out that cake is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went to Target to buy Christmas wrapping paper and of course Lincoln and Elijah were with me. Well, Lincoln is very inquisitive to say the least and he was very concerned that I was buying paper. Isn't Santa supposed to do that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I surprised myself by how cunningly I was able to spin a tale of lies to my 3 year old. I said that I get the paper at the store, then I hide it in a special spot in our home and the elves come pick it up and take it to Santa in the North pole. Where do I come up with this??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It worked great...until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the boys were supposed to go to bed but Lincoln kept getting up and doing this or that (mostly singing "Life is a Highway loud enough to wake up Elijah). So I came in and starting the falsehoods. I said, the elves can't come pick up the paper if you're out of your bed. So he asked, "can you put the paper in my room so I can see the elves?" "No, they only come when everyone's asleep. " "Even Mom?" Yep. "oh." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he got the most massive smile on his face and went to bed. So I went into my room and wrapped presents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a liar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news. Isaac is having surgery!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, he's only 5, but he's getting tonsils and adenoids out and tubes in his ears. Apparently he has a 20% hearing loss. Crazy. I had his ears checked when he was 3 and he was fine, but now he's got fluid that's causing the loss. Something funny, Isaac is so into ages right now and somehow a little boy in his Kindergarten class has him convinced that he's 199. Truly, Isaac says Grayson only goes to school for fun, but he can drive a car and he's a dad. I've met Grayson and take my word for it, he's not 199.&lt;/div&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/5526452648504639953-3306095074117576486?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/3306095074117576486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=3306095074117576486' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/3306095074117576486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/3306095074117576486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-christmas-lies.html' title='My Christmas Lies'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SwNyYKOU5zI/AAAAAAAAAsA/EVDVStBmyYU/s72-c/pics+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-8861454713499276054</id><published>2009-08-29T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:44:15.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SplaodTxhUI/AAAAAAAAArw/JNC6wAV7zvs/s1600-h/eli10mon+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375427281352230210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SplaodTxhUI/AAAAAAAAArw/JNC6wAV7zvs/s320/eli10mon+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really sure how to attack this particular post, but here goes. Last night we attended the funeral of a little boy who has touched our lives. Caleb and his family are great friends and we love them dearly. His is the first LDS funeral I've attended which seems weird since I'm LDS. But the messages were inspiring and although this is an incredibly sad time, the knowledge of the eternal nature of families keeps coming to my mind.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Caleb for teaching us so much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-8861454713499276054?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/8861454713499276054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=8861454713499276054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8861454713499276054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8861454713499276054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-friend.html' title='Missing a friend'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SplaodTxhUI/AAAAAAAAArw/JNC6wAV7zvs/s72-c/eli10mon+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-7058213162959949715</id><published>2009-07-28T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:37:12.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the joys of parenthood</title><content type='html'>So today was not the best.  At around 8:45am Isaac earned himself a nap for back talking which is always fun.  At 3pm we went to the YMCA where I exercise and the boys have a blast in the playroom.  Well, usually I hear comments like, "your boys are so great" or "I wish I could take your boys home."  Not today.  Today I walked in to one of the staff telling me that Lincoln had to sit in the time-out chair.  Oh jeez.  What happened.  He told a little boy that he had a fat tummy.  Great.  We've been working on this at home.  We don't say that because it makes people feel sad.  It's not nice, etc.  Apparently none of that soaked in because Lincoln told the lady that "my mom says it's nice."  Better luck tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-7058213162959949715?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/7058213162959949715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=7058213162959949715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/7058213162959949715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/7058213162959949715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2009/07/joys-of-parenthood.html' title='the joys of parenthood'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-1128145761164321301</id><published>2009-05-03T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:49:03.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of updates</title><content type='html'>I took Lincoln's preschool group to the fire station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5JO7Ye5MI/AAAAAAAAArc/drIdUc9lv2A/s1600-h/april3+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331779529660622018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5JO7Ye5MI/AAAAAAAAArc/drIdUc9lv2A/s320/april3+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac doing some patterning with his jelly beans.  It makes me feel better about giving him sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5JOvnRMaI/AAAAAAAAArU/Uk7HfgkGdvw/s1600-h/May3+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331779526501413282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5JOvnRMaI/AAAAAAAAArU/Uk7HfgkGdvw/s320/May3+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is classic Isaac - he fell asleep with his sweet hat. Don't you wish you could wear an underwear hat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5Hr6AgXEI/AAAAAAAAArM/bQt8vzllUJs/s1600-h/april3+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331777828484570178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5Hr6AgXEI/AAAAAAAAArM/bQt8vzllUJs/s320/april3+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5Hr1gmgjI/AAAAAAAAArE/rOfRSEvmbAM/s1600-h/april3+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331777827277013554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5Hr1gmgjI/AAAAAAAAArE/rOfRSEvmbAM/s320/april3+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elijah at 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5HrTKvVoI/AAAAAAAAAq8/sPsY-3WqY34/s1600-h/april3+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331777818058512002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5HrTKvVoI/AAAAAAAAAq8/sPsY-3WqY34/s320/april3+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5HrGBl8-I/AAAAAAAAAq0/J1nPQwXi4IE/s1600-h/april3+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331777814530487266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5HrGBl8-I/AAAAAAAAAq0/J1nPQwXi4IE/s320/april3+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah loving the grass - 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5HqxcnJnI/AAAAAAAAAqs/unaPst0CFHw/s1600-h/May3+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331777809006667378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5HqxcnJnI/AAAAAAAAAqs/unaPst0CFHw/s320/May3+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lincoln is three years old - has been since Feb. but it took me a while to take his pictures. I tried to get his right side because he gave him self a black eye on the left eye with his magnadoodle. Those things are lethal. Some praise for Lincoln - he's a master negotiator, he can write his name (not in the write order, but all the letters are there), he has a seriously adult sense of humor and silly humor also. Yesterday Jon asked him if he was a pansy, Lincoln responds, "I'm not a pansy, I'm a mansy." He came up with that all on his own. Love this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5EjhxMs6I/AAAAAAAAAqk/QnUNlijmjbY/s1600-h/May3+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331774386004079522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5EjhxMs6I/AAAAAAAAAqk/QnUNlijmjbY/s320/May3+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5EjbsNXmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Nz46lIxI_6o/s1600-h/May3+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331774384372538978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5EjbsNXmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Nz46lIxI_6o/s320/May3+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5EjLbQXWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/yrAKKjl36H0/s1600-h/May3+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331774380006464866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5EjLbQXWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/yrAKKjl36H0/s320/May3+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I did my first triathlon - here are some pictures from the day. We got 7 people from our ward to participate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5Cin9g4BI/AAAAAAAAAqM/SbGMxmONTKM/s1600-h/May3+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331772171463221266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5Cin9g4BI/AAAAAAAAAqM/SbGMxmONTKM/s320/May3+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lookin' sweet in my cap and goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5CijH3g2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/tW0juzK8P6E/s1600-h/May3+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331772170164470626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5CijH3g2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/tW0juzK8P6E/s320/May3+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crossing the finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5CiRPmiXI/AAAAAAAAAp8/IzENaNti6UM/s1600-h/May3+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331772165365074290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5CiRPmiXI/AAAAAAAAAp8/IzENaNti6UM/s320/May3+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the single ladies. All the single ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5Chzeh-tI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MW12sWRK4hQ/s1600-h/May3+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331772157374626514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5Chzeh-tI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MW12sWRK4hQ/s320/May3+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-1128145761164321301?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/1128145761164321301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=1128145761164321301' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/1128145761164321301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/1128145761164321301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2009/05/lots-of-updates.html' title='Lots of updates'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/Sf5JO7Ye5MI/AAAAAAAAArc/drIdUc9lv2A/s72-c/april3+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-8394054649519908709</id><published>2008-12-30T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:15:27.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SVpu85ICcsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ORMV24IjRHc/s1600-h/dec28+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SVpu85ICcsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ORMV24IjRHc/s320/dec28+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659105078440642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making Gingerbread houses - decorating and eating the decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SVpu8vL9AHI/AAAAAAAAApI/Vew3Yvo8VgY/s1600-h/dec28+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SVpu8vL9AHI/AAAAAAAAApI/Vew3Yvo8VgY/s320/dec28+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659102410506354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joseph, wise man, Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SVpu8F39YxI/AAAAAAAAApA/2FIlK1fmxW0/s1600-h/dec28+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SVpu8F39YxI/AAAAAAAAApA/2FIlK1fmxW0/s320/dec28+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659091320791826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa never looked so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SVpu7jJHpCI/AAAAAAAAAo4/7sr6_glegzw/s1600-h/dec28+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SVpu7jJHpCI/AAAAAAAAAo4/7sr6_glegzw/s320/dec28+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659081997526050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We Wish You A Merry Christmas And A Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm using this blog for my Christmas card this year.  :)  I'm going green.  Okay, really I've never done a Christmas card and this is the best it's gonna get for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Christmas in Texas.  The boys were thrilled to spend time with their Grandparents, aunts and uncles.  They love all the people.  And we love it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics.  This will be the last blog I do for a while I think.  Life is getting just too busy to keep up with everything.  And I've been feeling a need to simplify, so the blog is getting simplified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-8394054649519908709?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/8394054649519908709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=8394054649519908709' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8394054649519908709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8394054649519908709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-card.html' title='Christmas Card'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SVpu85ICcsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ORMV24IjRHc/s72-c/dec28+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-2425730365141994571</id><published>2008-12-06T14:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:41:07.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr7lBbvI7I/AAAAAAAAAow/2OyIqsQ8ZkM/s1600-h/dec5+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr7lBbvI7I/AAAAAAAAAow/2OyIqsQ8ZkM/s320/dec5+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276806526876459954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our table before the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr7kkCnyLI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ok2SqaGjPNc/s1600-h/dec5+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr7kkCnyLI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ok2SqaGjPNc/s320/dec5+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276806518986492082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys "playing" Wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr7kOrwLWI/AAAAAAAAAog/XAI7svShMdI/s1600-h/dec5+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr7kOrwLWI/AAAAAAAAAog/XAI7svShMdI/s320/dec5+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276806513253428578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making pumpkin pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr5Twn5OZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ZbgBjxdCgwI/s1600-h/dec5+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr5Twn5OZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ZbgBjxdCgwI/s320/dec5+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276804031283018130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talking with Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr5TpwMdeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/fdNcs9VrFrc/s1600-h/dec5+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr5TpwMdeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/fdNcs9VrFrc/s320/dec5+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276804029438784994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr5TSHuZSI/AAAAAAAAAoI/LQoo1kAka-8/s1600-h/dec5+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr5TSHuZSI/AAAAAAAAAoI/LQoo1kAka-8/s320/dec5+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276804023095026978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think he's trying to check out his nose in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr5THm_7TI/AAAAAAAAAoA/fX-G9bTBoxk/s1600-h/dec5+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr5THm_7TI/AAAAAAAAAoA/fX-G9bTBoxk/s320/dec5+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276804020273409330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a very eventful few weeks.  We had a great Thanksgiving with our family and the boys were loving having so many people to play with.  I have to say that I think I was loving it even more.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Elijah is growing and doing baby things.  He is smiling and he's laughed twice now.  Enjoy the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-2425730365141994571?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/2425730365141994571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=2425730365141994571' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/2425730365141994571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/2425730365141994571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/12/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/STr7lBbvI7I/AAAAAAAAAow/2OyIqsQ8ZkM/s72-c/dec5+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-8309426494775191841</id><published>2008-11-13T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:42:43.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SRzJFsOGJ4I/AAAAAAAAAn4/Eu1HH0aZCJ4/s1600-h/elijah+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SRzJFsOGJ4I/AAAAAAAAAn4/Eu1HH0aZCJ4/s320/elijah+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268306763723450242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Heather was kind enough to not tag me, but I thought I'd do it anyway.  You're supposed to post the 4th picture in your 4th picture folder.  My 4th folder happens to be Isaac's pictures from age 3 and this is what came up.  Good times at the pumpkin patch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-8309426494775191841?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/8309426494775191841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=8309426494775191841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8309426494775191841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8309426494775191841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-second-tag.html' title='My Second Tag'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SRzJFsOGJ4I/AAAAAAAAAn4/Eu1HH0aZCJ4/s72-c/elijah+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-5852290444952907365</id><published>2008-11-10T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:14:38.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Tag</title><content type='html'>Well, it's not my first tag, but it's the first one I've actually done.  Thanks Sandy.  I have to share 7 random facts about myself.  Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;1.  It makes me nervous to hold other peoples' newborns.  I'm always afraid I will drop/hurt them in some way.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Since having children, I much prefer online shopping to shopping in person (at least when I'm toting kids along).&lt;br /&gt;3.  My favorite season is Fall. &lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm not a procrastinator.  Even in High School I would start working on projects the day they were assigned.  I don't do well with last minute assignments.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I don't like watching the news.  Well, we don't have TV right now so it's not really an option, but even if it were, I'd rather watch The Biggest Loser/The Office/Survivor. &lt;br /&gt;6.  My favorite movies are period pieces - Wives and Daughters, P&amp;amp;P, Emma, S&amp;amp;S, Cranford, etc.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I love Abba!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-5852290444952907365?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/5852290444952907365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=5852290444952907365' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/5852290444952907365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/5852290444952907365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-tag.html' title='My First Tag'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-7475479252659238104</id><published>2008-11-01T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:35:48.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Further Adeiu (spelling?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SQyE0dtP_AI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tR6-gLjwXkI/s1600-h/elijah+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SQyE0dtP_AI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tR6-gLjwXkI/s320/elijah+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263728101351750658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, it's been a while since I posted pictures so here's a big jumble for you.  Elijah is now 8 days old and doing very well.  I also posted some pics of when we went to this awesome pumpkin patch and the boys had a blast.  And of course, yesterday was Halloween so check out the boys.  Isaac was "super Isaac" and Lincoln was a frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SQyEzztOPgI/AAAAAAAAAno/O91xhfoGEgc/s1600-h/elijah+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SQyEzztOPgI/AAAAAAAAAno/O91xhfoGEgc/s320/elijah+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263728090077347330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SQyCosJt_LI/AAAAAAAAAng/W5RMogEBR3o/s1600-h/elijah+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SQyCosJt_LI/AAAAAAAAAng/W5RMogEBR3o/s320/elijah+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263725700047568050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SQyCoaIL37I/AAAAAAAAAnY/zlCPFxLrpRU/s1600-h/elijah+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SQx9pPNlxrI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/vmwKpYyLyMU/s320/elijah+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263720211900909234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SQx9ojUM9xI/AAAAAAAAAmI/G0Xfb-ONd44/s1600-h/elijah+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SQx9ojUM9xI/AAAAAAAAAmI/G0Xfb-ONd44/s320/elijah+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263720200117483282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-7475479252659238104?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/7475479252659238104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=7475479252659238104' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/7475479252659238104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/7475479252659238104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/11/without-further-adeiu-spelling.html' title='Without Further Adeiu (spelling?)'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SQyE0dtP_AI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tR6-gLjwXkI/s72-c/elijah+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-5488101904277014354</id><published>2008-10-15T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:50:26.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for me</title><content type='html'>This post is mostly for me...to remember.  The boys have been great today.  Jon had a big talk with them last night.  Anyway, today while I was making dinner, the boys were playing with their legos.  Isaac made Lincoln an airplane and came down to show me.  Then he went back up to see what Lincoln was doing.  This is what I heard.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac, "Lincoln, you're making something different now?"&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln, "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;Isaac, "Oh, what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln, "It's a camel chicken dog."&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick the past couple of days with a nasty cold/cough.  I started laughing so hard that my throat killed from the coughing.  But it was worth it.  I think a camel chicken dog could come in really handy.  You could ride it, get eggs from it and play with it.  And it could store it's own fat (thanks Elizabeth) so you wouldn't have to feed it much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-5488101904277014354?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/5488101904277014354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=5488101904277014354' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/5488101904277014354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/5488101904277014354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-for-me.html' title='Just for me'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-1095319035113862921</id><published>2008-10-14T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:30:54.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues</title><content type='html'>Well today has been one of THOSE days and I think I'm blogging for therapeutic reasons.  The boys have been fighting - physically and verbally all morning long.  We had a big talk this morning and then went to run some errands.  Of course, even after the talk, we still managed to make a scene in Target.  Always a good time.  So when we got in the car I said, "We're having issues today."  Later on Isaac asked me, "Mom, where are our issues?"  Aaah.  If it were only that simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-1095319035113862921?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/1095319035113862921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=1095319035113862921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/1095319035113862921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/1095319035113862921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/10/issues.html' title='Issues'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-7600612513876819584</id><published>2008-09-24T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:13:15.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Brownies</title><content type='html'>We just ate dinner.  Yesterday I made brownies for dessert, but by today they're all gone.  So as we're eating, Isaac says, "Mom, where are the brownies."  I respond, "They're gone, we ate them all yesterday."  Then he looked at his plate and said, "Oh, that's pretty boring."  Lincoln chimed in, "That's pretty frustrating."  Boring chicken with frustrating apples.  That's what we ate for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-7600612513876819584?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/7600612513876819584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=7600612513876819584' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/7600612513876819584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/7600612513876819584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-brownies.html' title='No Brownies'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-5219758413311062086</id><published>2008-09-17T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:30:57.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarify</title><content type='html'>Okay, I guess it does look like Isaac is in kindergarten since he rides the bus.  But he's only 4 and in preschool.  Here in Nebraska in order to get free speech therapy, kids do preschool in the elementary schools.  So don't worry, you're not behind or anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-5219758413311062086?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/5219758413311062086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=5219758413311062086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/5219758413311062086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/5219758413311062086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/09/clarify.html' title='Clarify'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-5165088910274944298</id><published>2008-09-15T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:37:47.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM64ZFthNhI/AAAAAAAAAds/bREBPswVLfI/s1600-h/sept15+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM64ZFthNhI/AAAAAAAAAds/bREBPswVLfI/s320/sept15+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246333357102544402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lincoln is in a once-a-week preschool.  3 friends and I rotate months and do lessons, activities, etc. based on a certain letter.  Lincoln is loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM64ZUusdzI/AAAAAAAAAd0/dwl5iecqv7Q/s1600-h/sept15+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM64ZUusdzI/AAAAAAAAAd0/dwl5iecqv7Q/s320/sept15+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246333361134008114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was pretty sunny on Isaac's first day of school...hence the super squinting.  He loves his teacher and tells me he gets to go to the big school because he's big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM64Z-nHXlI/AAAAAAAAAd8/M56MAz7HQz4/s1600-h/sept15+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM64Z-nHXlI/AAAAAAAAAd8/M56MAz7HQz4/s320/sept15+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246333372376505938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are not in the bussing zone so I take Isaac to school and then he rides to his friend's house where I pick him up.  It's farther away than the school but he desperately wanted to take the bus.  The things we do for our kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-5165088910274944298?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/5165088910274944298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=5165088910274944298' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/5165088910274944298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/5165088910274944298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM64ZFthNhI/AAAAAAAAAds/bREBPswVLfI/s72-c/sept15+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-9130088155905956466</id><published>2008-09-15T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:25:37.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Posting Will Self-Destruct...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM60ysl0daI/AAAAAAAAAdM/rzv_26DEm-M/s1600-h/sept15+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM60ysl0daI/AAAAAAAAAdM/rzv_26DEm-M/s320/sept15+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246329398989452706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alright, I don't know why you wanted this, but here it is.  Yes, I even wore makeup to try to look...smaller?  Doesn't do a darn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM60y0ORCyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bTiqCuw0ww4/s1600-h/sept15+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM60y0ORCyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bTiqCuw0ww4/s320/sept15+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246329401038146338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM60zafE1bI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ELEfHahyUAg/s1600-h/sept15+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM60zafE1bI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ELEfHahyUAg/s320/sept15+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246329411309196722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the boys on the front porch.  Isaac has an aversion to keeping his tie up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM60zrCPyNI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3pmarI6-tFg/s1600-h/sept15+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM60zrCPyNI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3pmarI6-tFg/s320/sept15+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246329415751682258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Nebraska state fair.  I think this may be my last state fair for a long time.  There are some freaky people at fairs.  One guy told me "Hey, cool shirt.  I've never seen one like that before."  I was wearing a blue t-shirt from Old Navy.  Granted, it had starts on it, but I didn't think it was that weird.  Jon and I were confused.  Then some lady randomly told us all about the stuff she was buying for her daughter.  Who are these people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-9130088155905956466?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/9130088155905956466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=9130088155905956466' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/9130088155905956466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/9130088155905956466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-posting-will-self-destruct.html' title='This Posting Will Self-Destruct...'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0771KJesqw/SM60ysl0daI/AAAAAAAAAdM/rzv_26DEm-M/s72-c/sept15+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-3009228182281820611</id><published>2008-07-18T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:00:21.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac</title><content type='html'>I thought this was funny.  Today I asked Isaac, "Do you want to wear this?"  He said, "Um, yeah, I suppose."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-3009228182281820611?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/3009228182281820611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=3009228182281820611' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/3009228182281820611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/3009228182281820611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/07/isaac.html' title='Isaac'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-6247250950939634161</id><published>2008-06-24T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:56:36.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEyerYyBAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/vIKEGaOTyMc/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEyerYyBAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/vIKEGaOTyMc/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215505346095875074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I added pictures, so here are a bunch.  This is Isaac wearing my mom's reading glasses.  They're zebra striped.  Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEye8zShtI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0qD8J0tyP7Q/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEye8zShtI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0qD8J0tyP7Q/s320/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215505350770460370" border="0" /&gt;This is Isaac singing "you are my sunshine" at his preschool art show.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEyfZMdcII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ueJJp1c_n1g/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEyfZMdcII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ueJJp1c_n1g/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215505358392225922" border="0" /&gt;v&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding his smokin' hot Huffy Rockit!  He loves his new bike.  At first he said, "It's a little bit wiggle tippy."  But now he says "I can keep trying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEyfp8etKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/jVBlO9iP-L8/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEyfp8etKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/jVBlO9iP-L8/s320/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215505362888602786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEygHVxm_I/AAAAAAAAAag/Sbgr0AcGgow/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEygHVxm_I/AAAAAAAAAag/Sbgr0AcGgow/s320/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215505370779327474" border="0" /&gt; Lincoln and Isaac with their friends after going to the Charmingfare Farm in NH one last time.  We love those kids!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGExLFLzNzI/AAAAAAAAAZg/k7i77sW-DWw/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGExLFLzNzI/AAAAAAAAAZg/k7i77sW-DWw/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215503909911738162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac at swimming lessons.  He loved his teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGExLFLzNzI/AAAAAAAAAZg/k7i77sW-DWw/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGExLkjF7EI/AAAAAAAAAZo/IUWYuDFNUfo/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGExLkjF7EI/AAAAAAAAAZo/IUWYuDFNUfo/s320/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215503918330932290" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln got his turn too.  He's in the "perch" class and I have to go in the water with him.  On his first day Jon was home early so he went in.  Lincoln is so funny.  He gets totally distracted by everything going on around him.  Yesterday his teacher asked him to show how to blow bubbles.  He pointed to a man standing by the pool and said, "He's tall, huh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGExL_ICydI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1EIW3cV8P7s/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGExL_ICydI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1EIW3cV8P7s/s320/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215503925465237970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac eating at his art show with Ayana.  I got the feeling that they have a "love-hate" relationship going.  One day when I picked him up he said, "I be nice to Ayana today."  I thought, oh great.  What does that mean you do every other day?  And it's also nice to know that he's picking up some ebonics as well.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGExMDCQUDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/qsTh65e65o8/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGExMDCQUDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/qsTh65e65o8/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215503926514700338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great inventors.  Isaac and Lincoln made "chimneys" with all of our t.p. and p.t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEv3ffsuyI/AAAAAAAAAZA/otvgZus5XFc/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEv3ffsuyI/AAAAAAAAAZA/otvgZus5XFc/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215502473865509666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Isaac's birthday cupcakes at the park in Nebraska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEv4ihLjhI/AAAAAAAAAZI/kjU8a9zvgDk/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEv4ihLjhI/AAAAAAAAAZI/kjU8a9zvgDk/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215502491856899602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEv5btmYHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rKeph9PttPc/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEv5btmYHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rKeph9PttPc/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215502507209810034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cool on the potty.  He actually won't go but he'll sit there for hours (literally) as long as I keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEv5rUNeII/AAAAAAAAAZY/eY_A6kvuj8k/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEv5rUNeII/AAAAAAAAAZY/eY_A6kvuj8k/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215502511398287490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see why I said, "love-hate?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-6247250950939634161?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/6247250950939634161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=6247250950939634161' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/6247250950939634161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/6247250950939634161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SGEyerYyBAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/vIKEGaOTyMc/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-821961788905888999</id><published>2008-06-21T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:00:25.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, that.</title><content type='html'>So I realize that most everyone knows, but it occurred to me that I haven't posted the baby's gender on our blog yet.  It's a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that will make 3 boys, 4 if you count Jon.  And I certainly do count Jon because that's one more male to mess up the toilet.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we were a little...worried.  Yes, what are we going to do with 3 little boys?  Now, I think, hey, I don't have to buy ANYTHING.  And sharing bedrooms won't be a big deal, and we won't have to pay for weddings, and all sorts of great things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?  I like boys.  And I found a shirt at Old Navy the other day that says, "Life, liberty and the pursuit of BOYS."  So I bought it in XL so I can wear it during the pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-821961788905888999?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/821961788905888999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=821961788905888999' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/821961788905888999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/821961788905888999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-yeah-that.html' title='Oh yeah, that.'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-1439805817824515424</id><published>2008-06-20T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:13:50.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Too Little</title><content type='html'>That's right.  5 months prego but this was my conversation with Isaac today. &lt;br /&gt;I ran into the room and tackled him and this is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  Stop wrestling me mom, you're too little to wrestle.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I don't think I'm too little.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  Daddy's big and you're little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Isaac.  I needed that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-1439805817824515424?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/1439805817824515424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=1439805817824515424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/1439805817824515424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/1439805817824515424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-too-little.html' title='I&apos;m Too Little'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-8552821453287028609</id><published>2008-06-19T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:45:09.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great House Hunt</title><content type='html'>I officially don't like looking for a house.  Jon and I are both very picky people and cheap at the same time.  That doesn't really work well when looking for a house.  We looked at 7 houses on Tuesday (with the boys) and let me just say, WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE SO MANY KNICK KNACKS?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why, so my kids can play with them and give me a heart attack.  Actually, in my mind I think, go ahead and break it boys, because it's really tacky and these people don't need so much clutter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I'm pushing for one house and Jon for another.  He likes the nice one and I like the...let's just call it "the brown suck house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can find a door number 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-8552821453287028609?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/8552821453287028609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=8552821453287028609' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8552821453287028609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8552821453287028609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-house-hunt.html' title='The Great House Hunt'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-8765136917089247308</id><published>2008-06-15T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:12:04.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I like about Jon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SFXL6fwPR8I/AAAAAAAAAYg/Y7XFG66rrOE/s1600-h/IMG00140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SFXL6fwPR8I/AAAAAAAAAYg/Y7XFG66rrOE/s320/IMG00140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212296349567895490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is dedicated to Jon for Father's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Jon will wrestle with the boys and play made up games like "goonie willies" and "little Indian worm."  I bet you wish you got to play those games.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Jon likes to sneak the boys treats when I'm not looking (sometimes I don't know if I really like this one).&lt;br /&gt;3.  Jon will make such a fool of himself at any time if it will make the boys smile.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Jon is a great provider.  We've been very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Jon loves his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-8765136917089247308?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/8765136917089247308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=8765136917089247308' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8765136917089247308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8765136917089247308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-i-like-about-jon.html' title='Things I like about Jon'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SFXL6fwPR8I/AAAAAAAAAYg/Y7XFG66rrOE/s72-c/IMG00140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-8493815939598298071</id><published>2008-06-15T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:04:33.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers and Sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SFXKLGWiUNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/y2nR5yEgLGI/s1600-h/IMG00223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SFXKLGWiUNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/y2nR5yEgLGI/s320/IMG00223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212294435783725266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SFXJZZY1lAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/EDZK2077kKE/s1600-h/IMG00222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SFXJZZY1lAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/EDZK2077kKE/s320/IMG00222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212293581900190722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SFXJZoNqPlI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4aiFzdnQZgk/s1600-h/IMG00227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SFXJZoNqPlI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4aiFzdnQZgk/s320/IMG00227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212293585879842386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon isn't actually in these pictures because he was behind the camera.  But I figure this is a good way to say Happy Father's Day.  Jon took the boys (along with his dad) on the Fathers' and Sons' campout to camp Joseph.  We lucked out by being in NH for a little while.  The boys got to see the Joseph Smith Memorial and have a great time cooking hot dogs and roasting marshmallows.  Not to mention that Isaac could pick his nose without mom intervening.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-8493815939598298071?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/8493815939598298071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=8493815939598298071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8493815939598298071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8493815939598298071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-and-sons.html' title='Fathers and Sons'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/SFXKLGWiUNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/y2nR5yEgLGI/s72-c/IMG00223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-8005700772086840616</id><published>2008-06-04T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:33:18.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac's songs</title><content type='html'>Isaac is really into making up songs lately.  Today I listened more closely to his latest and this is how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"It’s time for wake up time.&lt;br /&gt;And open the door.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t touch the printer."&lt;/p&gt;Can you tell what we've been asking him to do/not do lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another one that both of boys sing constantly is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"To the tires, to the tires, to the tires, da da da." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes that change "tires" to "party with the CD's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't really know where these things come from, but I figured I should write them down before I forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-8005700772086840616?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/8005700772086840616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=8005700772086840616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8005700772086840616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8005700772086840616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/06/isaacs-songs.html' title='Isaac&apos;s songs'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-744785114328917137</id><published>2008-05-29T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:34:13.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEBRASKA</title><content type='html'>I don't have any pictures right now but I thought I'd update everyone.  We moved to Lincoln, NE.  Jon got a job as a CFO for a small Ethanol company and we managed to pack, fit in trips to Brazil, North Carolina, and New York in less than 2 weeks.  Wow.  I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-744785114328917137?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/744785114328917137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=744785114328917137' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/744785114328917137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/744785114328917137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/05/nebraska.html' title='NEBRASKA'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-3537963779355107077</id><published>2008-03-31T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:09:52.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Karlye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R_EY1gXEzCI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YOjc78lHTso/s1600-h/NCnh+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R_EY1gXEzCI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YOjc78lHTso/s320/NCnh+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183951953579002914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the boys got into the pantry and opened up the cocoa powder.  Although this did not turn out pleasantly for Lincoln, he still wants to play with it on a daily basis.  Basically every morning Jon and I hear, "Hey Lincoln, you wanna get some cocoa powder?"  "Yes, I wanna get some cocoa powder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R_EY2QXEzDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/RTKFNFWSOb0/s1600-h/NCnh+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R_EY2QXEzDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/RTKFNFWSOb0/s320/NCnh+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183951966463904818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same week as the cocoa powder incident.  That's 3.5 dozen eggs.  Why on earth did we have 3.5 doz. eggs - for Easter of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R_EY2gXEzEI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vrSH7BI3fik/s1600-h/NCnh+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R_EY2gXEzEI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vrSH7BI3fik/s320/NCnh+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183951970758872130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac finding an egg - we live in New Hampshire so we had to have our hunt inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny things about Isaac:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaves the room for 2 minutes and comes back in completely naked.  He would take 12 baths a day if he could.&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago he was apparently incredibly reverent in Primary, so yesterday they had a little presentation for the sunbeams.  They got little badges that said, "I was caught being reverent."  Proudest moment of my life.  How on earth did he fool them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny things about Lincoln:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows the name of every deacon/teacher in our ward.  And he says their names loudly as they pass the sacrament. &lt;br /&gt;He speaks  like an adult - sentences, paragraphs, multisyllabic words, but he still can't say "L" which is funny because he calls himself Yincoln.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-3537963779355107077?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/3537963779355107077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=3537963779355107077' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/3537963779355107077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/3537963779355107077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-karlye.html' title='For Karlye!'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R_EY1gXEzCI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YOjc78lHTso/s72-c/NCnh+155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-3472657834396671563</id><published>2008-02-08T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:14:16.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you on the "sape side?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R6zGBk3g01I/AAAAAAAAAJU/GOlQxkY-L5I/s1600-h/nikon+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R6zGBk3g01I/AAAAAAAAAJU/GOlQxkY-L5I/s320/nikon+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164720603065799506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lincoln wanted to sleep with Isaac.  Pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Jon took the boys around the house to find a monster.  It happened to be in the boys' closet.  But the monster can't get you if you're on the safe side of the closet.  Lincoln told me he was on the "sape side" and that the "chinchilla monster can't get me." (yes, our 23 month old says chinchilla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I stayed in the boys' room for a few minutes after they were tucked in and lights were out.  This is the conversation they had with each other:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln says "Isaac"&lt;br /&gt;Isaac says, "You want crackers for dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;Then directed to me, Isaac says "Lincoln wants crackers for dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, where did that come from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-3472657834396671563?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/3472657834396671563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=3472657834396671563' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/3472657834396671563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/3472657834396671563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-on-sape-side.html' title='Are you on the &quot;sape side?&quot;'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R6zGBk3g01I/AAAAAAAAAJU/GOlQxkY-L5I/s72-c/nikon+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-3708481769297322996</id><published>2008-01-07T06:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:28:42.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruising the Caribbean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I1cnMcwwI/AAAAAAAAAIY/G6v4qr9ARCA/s1600-h/100_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I1cnMcwwI/AAAAAAAAAIY/G6v4qr9ARCA/s320/100_0854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152739689339077378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are on the "formal night."  Some people took the term "formal" to a whole new level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I1WHMcwvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-qecSb9gGRc/s1600-h/100_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I1WHMcwvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-qecSb9gGRc/s320/100_0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152739577669927666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did the ATV adventure in the Dominican Republic.  We had an awesome guide who took us to a private beach.  Even though it rained like crazy, we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I1OnMcwuI/AAAAAAAAAII/CSlsC4MtHj0/s1600-h/100_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I1OnMcwuI/AAAAAAAAAII/CSlsC4MtHj0/s320/100_0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152739448820908770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon drinking the coconut concoction - non-alcoholic of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I1HnMcwtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FCkfwTqKbYU/s1600-h/100_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I1HnMcwtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FCkfwTqKbYU/s320/100_0870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152739328561824466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some local kids put on a bit of a show for us by jumping from high trees into the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I09HMcwsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rjRpr_K-xQY/s1600-h/100_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I09HMcwsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rjRpr_K-xQY/s320/100_0878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152739148173198018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the spa one day and got massages and I got a pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I0z3McwrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sDr4lXbLkT4/s1600-h/100_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I0z3McwrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sDr4lXbLkT4/s320/100_0883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152738989259408050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tortola we did the cave exploration.  It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I0nHMcwqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/p4ZWiYAhEEo/s1600-h/100_0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I0nHMcwqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/p4ZWiYAhEEo/s320/100_0907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152738770216075938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking back to the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I0bXMcwpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/35tvIIs8ehk/s1600-h/100_0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I0bXMcwpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/35tvIIs8ehk/s320/100_0916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152738568352613010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I0RHMcwoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uhztyFWpHfc/s1600-h/100_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I0RHMcwoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uhztyFWpHfc/s320/100_0927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152738392258953858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bahamas Stingray snorkel and feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I0EXMcwnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7UMbz3GuQac/s1600-h/100_0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I0EXMcwnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7UMbz3GuQac/s320/100_0951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152738173215621746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4Iz4XMcwmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gBkByloyzxM/s1600-h/100_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4Iz4XMcwmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gBkByloyzxM/s320/100_0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152737967057191522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4IzuHMcwlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/AhGOx08clmA/s1600-h/100_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4IzuHMcwlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/AhGOx08clmA/s320/100_0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152737790963532370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually thought our cabin was really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4IzJXMcwkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kXyaIb14LYY/s1600-h/100_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4IzJXMcwkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kXyaIb14LYY/s320/100_0852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152737159603339842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-3708481769297322996?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/3708481769297322996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=3708481769297322996' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/3708481769297322996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/3708481769297322996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/01/cruising-caribbean_07.html' title='Cruising the Caribbean'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4I1cnMcwwI/AAAAAAAAAIY/G6v4qr9ARCA/s72-c/100_0854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-2578868741656590646</id><published>2008-01-07T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:09:38.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruising the Caribbean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4Ix9XMcwjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6X3JvuuJ6Nk/s1600-h/100_0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4Ix9XMcwjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6X3JvuuJ6Nk/s320/100_0951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152735853933281842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon and I took our first vacation without kids just before Christmas.  We went on a Caribbean cruise and had a blast.  It was warm and sunny (unlike NH) and we went on some sweet excursions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-2578868741656590646?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/2578868741656590646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=2578868741656590646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/2578868741656590646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/2578868741656590646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2008/01/cruising-caribbean.html' title='Cruising the Caribbean'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R4Ix9XMcwjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6X3JvuuJ6Nk/s72-c/100_0951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-9088086739911202311</id><published>2007-12-13T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:07:03.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, snow, snow, snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R2FYHEiS0EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EdgCg22JEh4/s1600-h/other+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R2FYHEiS0EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EdgCg22JEh4/s320/other+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143489127933726786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't hear the blog, but you're supposed to sing the title like that song from "White Christmas."  We had the first big snow of the season a week or so ago and the boys had a blast.  We tried to make a snowman but it turned out more like a snow mountain.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-9088086739911202311?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/9088086739911202311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=9088086739911202311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/9088086739911202311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/9088086739911202311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-snow-snow-snow.html' title='Snow, snow, snow, snow'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R2FYHEiS0EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EdgCg22JEh4/s72-c/other+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-7853796329613265943</id><published>2007-12-13T08:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:03:35.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Out with the Kitchenaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R2FXgUiS0DI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Lvs6r4EmPWs/s1600-h/other+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R2FXgUiS0DI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Lvs6r4EmPWs/s320/other+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143488462213795890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We loooove the kitchenaid.  Jon and the boys made cookies one night after FHE.  Mostly the boys eat and get messy, but it's lots of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-7853796329613265943?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/7853796329613265943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=7853796329613265943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/7853796329613265943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/7853796329613265943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2007/12/making-out-with-kitchenaid.html' title='Making Out with the Kitchenaid'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R2FXgUiS0DI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Lvs6r4EmPWs/s72-c/other+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-4898620157255225986</id><published>2007-12-01T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T09:25:20.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Picture Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R1GY80iSz_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/buyW6knOwbE/s1600-R/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139056820468502514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R1GY80iSz_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/LTcd3z_EG94/s320/fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always a slightly painful experience to have family pictures taken. We couldn't get Lincoln to smile for anything, which is totally uncharacteristic. But it's over and we don't have to do it again for at least 365 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-4898620157255225986?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/4898620157255225986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=4898620157255225986' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/4898620157255225986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/4898620157255225986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2007/12/family-picture-time.html' title='Family Picture Time'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R1GY80iSz_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/LTcd3z_EG94/s72-c/fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-2971572745346379847</id><published>2007-11-26T12:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T12:19:32.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankgiving in Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R0spwL14NQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PnajUlx3YIA/s1600-h/thanks+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R0spwL14NQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PnajUlx3YIA/s320/thanks+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137245707735414018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We traveled to Port Aransas, TX with the Cosby side for Thanksgiving this year.  The boys had a great time in the 85 degree weather as you can see.  It was a nice contrast to the freezing cold here in New Hampshire.  And we ate delicious food and played fun games with the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-2971572745346379847?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/2971572745346379847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=2971572745346379847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/2971572745346379847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/2971572745346379847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2007/11/thankgiving-in-texas.html' title='Thankgiving in Texas'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R0spwL14NQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PnajUlx3YIA/s72-c/thanks+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-7321168364980093989</id><published>2007-11-26T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T12:14:41.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R0sohb14NPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Lc-AsDr9PHk/s1600-h/Halloween+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R0sohb14NPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Lc-AsDr9PHk/s320/Halloween+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137244354820715762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in the grand and growing (not so much) city of Hooksett, NH.  For all of you who have no idea where NH is, we're to the right of Vermont on a map.  And you all know that Vermont is the birthplace of...Ben and Jerry's ice cream.  You probably expected me to say Joseph Smith.  Just keeping you on your toes. &lt;br /&gt;This is our little family at the Ward Halloween party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526452648504639953-7321168364980093989?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/7321168364980093989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=7321168364980093989' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/7321168364980093989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/7321168364980093989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-live-in-grand-and-growing-not-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I0771KJesqw/R0sohb14NPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Lc-AsDr9PHk/s72-c/Halloween+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526452648504639953.post-8773554235485295942</id><published>2007-11-26T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T12:06:58.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;So, I finally decided to join the blogging community and I have no idea what I am doing or if this is even working.  I guess I'll find out later.  But I figure I can start a blog and use it as my Christmas card instead of sending cards to everyone.  Maybe I'll even find some cute clip art to make it "Christmasy!"&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/5526452648504639953-8773554235485295942?l=jonannacosby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/feeds/8773554235485295942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526452648504639953&amp;postID=8773554235485295942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8773554235485295942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526452648504639953/posts/default/8773554235485295942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonannacosby.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What Am I Doing?'/><author><name>Anna and Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891276761120107573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
