<?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-1711183251811565907</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:55:39.260-06:00</updated><category term='ime'/><title type='text'>The Jacobs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>348</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-4272954608991493818</id><published>2012-02-10T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T22:59:36.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions....</title><content type='html'>These are confessions of a non-scandalous nature.&amp;nbsp; (Not that I have any scandalous ones to share.&amp;nbsp; My life's good and boring like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; I really don't particularly care for Dr. Seuss books.&amp;nbsp; I don't hate them, but I don't particularly love them.&amp;nbsp; I don't remember reading them much as a kid, and so maybe that has some bearing on it.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; I am a sucker for baby kisses.&amp;nbsp; Especially when the baby gives me a little I'm-proud-of-myself-and-I-know-how-cute-I-am smile...every time.&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; I would like a night of non-interrupted sleep.&amp;nbsp; I haven't had that in 7 months and 18 days.&amp;nbsp; It's exhausting.&amp;nbsp; But she's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I might be biased, but I think I have the best husband in the world.&amp;nbsp; I know some people don't like gushy husband talk, but I really love that guy.&amp;nbsp; He's definitely a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; I'm a hopeless romantic.&amp;nbsp; To the point where I will read young adult princess stories with plots you can see coming a mile away, knowing there will be sweet moments.&amp;nbsp; (Plus some of them are good.)&amp;nbsp; And a good romantic couple in a movie or t.v. show?&amp;nbsp; Forget about it.&amp;nbsp; Elizabeth and Darcy. (Pride and Prejudice)&amp;nbsp; Jim and Pam.&amp;nbsp;(The Office)&amp;nbsp;Anna and Mr. Bates. (Downton Abbey)&amp;nbsp; The couple from Up.&amp;nbsp; Sigh, I like those guys.&amp;nbsp; Just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; I think the cello is the most beautiful instrument made by human hands.&amp;nbsp; Gorgeous.&amp;nbsp; Click on the link to hear some proof.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJ_fkw5j-t0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJ_fkw5j-t0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; I truly think music is the link to the soul.&amp;nbsp; I remember asking my dad when I was younger why he listened to classical music.&amp;nbsp; He said, "I like it."&amp;nbsp; I totally didn't understand it until about 5 years ago.&amp;nbsp; That's basically all I listen to now.&amp;nbsp; I like other music, but....there are some songs that can express so much of what I'm thinking and feeling.&amp;nbsp; Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; I was abducted by aliens.&amp;nbsp; We ate crumpets and M&amp;amp;Ms and played Uno.&amp;nbsp; It was fun.&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&amp;nbsp; Okay, not seriously, but I was just wondering if you actually read a long, rambling&amp;nbsp;post with no pictures.&amp;nbsp; If so, way to go!&amp;nbsp; You have more attention span than I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-4272954608991493818?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4272954608991493818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=4272954608991493818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4272954608991493818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4272954608991493818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2012/02/confessions.html' title='Confessions....'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7135272517491640871</id><published>2012-02-02T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:38:30.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Evvy5dQlW8/Tythbo_09II/AAAAAAAACNE/ho5rhqwXqqs/s1600/IMG_3908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Evvy5dQlW8/Tythbo_09II/AAAAAAAACNE/ho5rhqwXqqs/s320/IMG_3908.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids playing quietly. &amp;nbsp;It was such a phenomenon, I had to snap a photo.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5s2N-YWwwD8/TythktbmD5I/AAAAAAAACNM/pmIEXaplnBw/s1600/IMG_3906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5s2N-YWwwD8/TythktbmD5I/AAAAAAAACNM/pmIEXaplnBw/s320/IMG_3906.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The makings of a cobb salad. &amp;nbsp;Delicious. &amp;nbsp;We like eating healthy, especially when it tastes amazing like cobb salad.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mNImSw2oS4/TythskRiNpI/AAAAAAAACNU/O-dpLimFgYw/s1600/IMG_3909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mNImSw2oS4/TythskRiNpI/AAAAAAAACNU/O-dpLimFgYw/s320/IMG_3909.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew loves to help me cook. &amp;nbsp;Here is he making his own&amp;nbsp;concoction&amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;dry crushed up lasagna noodles, oregano, almonds, and floral tape. &amp;nbsp;My favorite picture we took of this is the one above - Andrew weighing an almond.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb2hEl4ZwPA/Tyth1zz7PdI/AAAAAAAACNc/wf1pVmyleWg/s1600/IMG_3916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb2hEl4ZwPA/Tyth1zz7PdI/AAAAAAAACNc/wf1pVmyleWg/s320/IMG_3916.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where's Waldo...I mean, Emily. &amp;nbsp;She scoots all over the house, usually backwards. &amp;nbsp;When we're missing her, we just have to check the couches and chairs. &amp;nbsp;She's usually halfway under them.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUmOULhQYJQ/Tyth930djrI/AAAAAAAACNk/JyGq-GBGEOg/s1600/IMG_3975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUmOULhQYJQ/Tyth930djrI/AAAAAAAACNk/JyGq-GBGEOg/s320/IMG_3975.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew decided to read a book to Emily. &amp;nbsp;It was so sweet, and almost made me cry.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zLCndI_dSOw/TytiFXkTRzI/AAAAAAAACNs/fieBLj8zJbI/s1600/IMG_3987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zLCndI_dSOw/TytiFXkTRzI/AAAAAAAACNs/fieBLj8zJbI/s320/IMG_3987.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my boy looking in the mirror. &amp;nbsp;He loves himself. &amp;nbsp;I don't blame him.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3Zz9YJA7HU/TytiOeGeZ-I/AAAAAAAACN0/atyCSGL13eg/s1600/IMG_3996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3Zz9YJA7HU/TytiOeGeZ-I/AAAAAAAACN0/atyCSGL13eg/s320/IMG_3996.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Emily ripping up our Ensign magazine. &amp;nbsp;Note to self: &amp;nbsp;Don't &amp;nbsp;leave any paper on the floor. &amp;nbsp;It will be destroyed. &amp;nbsp;And Emily will be very excited.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-7135272517491640871?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7135272517491640871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7135272517491640871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7135272517491640871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7135272517491640871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2012/02/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Evvy5dQlW8/Tythbo_09II/AAAAAAAACNE/ho5rhqwXqqs/s72-c/IMG_3908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-4161482786058254923</id><published>2012-02-02T22:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:20:12.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It has been ridiculously warm around here for the last week or so. &amp;nbsp;Monday was so warm we decided to go for a long walk and to go to the park. &amp;nbsp;We had lots of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0M7XLHN-mN4/TytfMgBGdfI/AAAAAAAACMU/7pJ4XrIuwuo/s1600/IMG_3871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0M7XLHN-mN4/TytfMgBGdfI/AAAAAAAACMU/7pJ4XrIuwuo/s320/IMG_3871.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qExzNGRtu1o/TytfTYM9O9I/AAAAAAAACMc/RHofggAY57I/s1600/IMG_3874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qExzNGRtu1o/TytfTYM9O9I/AAAAAAAACMc/RHofggAY57I/s320/IMG_3874.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXHzS6tNxrs/Tytfm7yrsuI/AAAAAAAACM0/Wxu7WUg03WI/s320/IMG_3880.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i62AXwcgPAg/TytfwPnuWCI/AAAAAAAACM8/gMyk3VINpI0/s1600/IMG_3894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i62AXwcgPAg/TytfwPnuWCI/AAAAAAAACM8/gMyk3VINpI0/s320/IMG_3894.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-4161482786058254923?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4161482786058254923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=4161482786058254923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4161482786058254923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4161482786058254923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-at-park.html' title='A Day at the Park'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0M7XLHN-mN4/TytfMgBGdfI/AAAAAAAACMU/7pJ4XrIuwuo/s72-c/IMG_3871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7743797934146067432</id><published>2012-01-29T20:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:21:30.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Less You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IXNXv_iZzw/TyX9f12dlLI/AAAAAAAACME/KwO68lKEilM/s1600/M+Best.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IXNXv_iZzw/TyX9f12dlLI/AAAAAAAACME/KwO68lKEilM/s320/M+Best.JPG" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of my husband yesterday.&amp;nbsp; He has lost 28 pounds and is doing awesome! I've lost 9 pounds so far, which is also awesome.&amp;nbsp; And just for a little shock factor, here is an older picture of Mike and I in December 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EO8jP-Pee3I/TyX9loxlCqI/AAAAAAAACMM/BnIymUKqTq8/s1600/M+Worst.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EO8jP-Pee3I/TyX9loxlCqI/AAAAAAAACMM/BnIymUKqTq8/s320/M+Worst.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We both agree he kind of looks like a fan boy who just emerged from his mom's basement...because she made him.&amp;nbsp; He says he was probably ordering doughnuts online. Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be fair, he was not this same size when he started losing weight this year.&amp;nbsp; But it's amazing what a little exercise and watching what you eat will do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good job, Sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-7743797934146067432?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7743797934146067432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7743797934146067432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7743797934146067432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7743797934146067432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-less-you.html' title='A Little Less You'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IXNXv_iZzw/TyX9f12dlLI/AAAAAAAACME/KwO68lKEilM/s72-c/M+Best.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-4183199047237544090</id><published>2012-01-20T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:00:17.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dD2Cd8g8iY/Txo331WrNLI/AAAAAAAACL8/3TC0Pb3r7FI/s1600/IMG_3496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dD2Cd8g8iY/Txo331WrNLI/AAAAAAAACL8/3TC0Pb3r7FI/s320/IMG_3496.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have other pictures of my haircut on the other computer, but I'm too lazy to go get them, so.....here's the sideview of my haircut. &amp;nbsp;Mike and I take pictures occasionally so we can see progress in our weight-loss from the front and the sides of our faces. &amp;nbsp;That's why I look so thrilled. &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;I like my haircut, although my hair doesn't lay well all the time. &amp;nbsp;It definitely has a mind of its own. &amp;nbsp;It's nice that Emily can't pull it as easily now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-4183199047237544090?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4183199047237544090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=4183199047237544090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4183199047237544090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4183199047237544090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2012/01/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dD2Cd8g8iY/Txo331WrNLI/AAAAAAAACL8/3TC0Pb3r7FI/s72-c/IMG_3496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-4486346684514734199</id><published>2012-01-20T21:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:57:27.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Gal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKz1NHm2UI8/TxoziN7qCZI/AAAAAAAACKs/8nc7DG4Cvj4/s1600/IMG_3579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKz1NHm2UI8/TxoziN7qCZI/AAAAAAAACKs/8nc7DG4Cvj4/s320/IMG_3579.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's been quite awhile, so I decided it was time for an Emily update! &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;She's growing up so fast! &amp;nbsp;She will be 7 months on Sunday. &amp;nbsp;That is so crazy! &amp;nbsp;In so many ways, she still seems like my tiny newborn, but in reality she is becoming a big girl. :) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; She is hilarious! &amp;nbsp;She has the most expressive face (see above) and always has us in stitches. &amp;nbsp;Right before she goes to bed at night, she gets extremely slap happy. &amp;nbsp;Anything and everything is funny to her, and she'll keep it up as long as you let her. &amp;nbsp;She's a sweet little thing. &amp;nbsp;She loves her blankies, and pulls up the one Grandma Barnard made for her against her face and nuzzles it on her cheek before bed. &amp;nbsp;It's so cute and sweet. &amp;nbsp;She is so interested in everyone and everything around her that it's hard to get her to eat sometimes. &amp;nbsp;I used to read while feeding her, but now that is too much of a distraction. &amp;nbsp;She eats baby food, but not much and not often. &amp;nbsp;She enjoys it, but isn't as interested in that as she is in, say, her brother. &amp;nbsp;Andrew is the coolest human being alive. &amp;nbsp;Just as Emmie.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; She had a doctor's appointment on the 9th and here are her stats:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Height - 26" (55%)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Weight -14 lbs 10 oz (25%)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; We just adore this tiny baby, and are so glad she's part of our family. &amp;nbsp;Now enjoy a million pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pu58YY3jnv4/TxoznWQ0BlI/AAAAAAAACK0/DedWQsNyWm0/s1600/IMG_3591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pu58YY3jnv4/TxoznWQ0BlI/AAAAAAAACK0/DedWQsNyWm0/s320/IMG_3591.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is doing pushups. &amp;nbsp;She really wants to move, but hasn't figured out how to yet. &amp;nbsp;She is getting good at spinning herself in circles, pushing herself back, and flipping over and over. &amp;nbsp;She hasn't figured out that she can roll to get where she wants yet, but I'm sure that will come soon.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0h42WLYPVo/TxozvfooPJI/AAAAAAAACK8/8f2Qg9UykcQ/s1600/IMG_3611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0h42WLYPVo/TxozvfooPJI/AAAAAAAACK8/8f2Qg9UykcQ/s320/IMG_3611.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting. &amp;nbsp;She is so adorable. &amp;nbsp;And yes, she was strapped in.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HKd3CWgBeY/Txoz3G0WJQI/AAAAAAAACLE/KNEKu2ct2Nk/s1600/IMG_3620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HKd3CWgBeY/Txoz3G0WJQI/AAAAAAAACLE/KNEKu2ct2Nk/s320/IMG_3620.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lighting on this is awful, but this is her scrunched up nose, &amp;nbsp;silly/slightly scary smile that she gives sometimes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwyi7YuGSB8/TxozcVJBBLI/AAAAAAAACKk/qFP1QC-tBuU/s1600/IMG_3531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwyi7YuGSB8/TxozcVJBBLI/AAAAAAAACKk/qFP1QC-tBuU/s320/IMG_3531.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleepy baby eating breakfast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ki16oyLrJf4/Txoz-I2hwoI/AAAAAAAACLM/VVsIRNohetY/s1600/IMG_3623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ki16oyLrJf4/Txoz-I2hwoI/AAAAAAAACLM/VVsIRNohetY/s320/IMG_3623.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drink it in, world. &amp;nbsp;Drink in the cuteness.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-boBOrrqwXtc/Txo0EX70mGI/AAAAAAAACLU/APvjq5ufjb4/s1600/IMG_3624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-boBOrrqwXtc/Txo0EX70mGI/AAAAAAAACLU/APvjq5ufjb4/s320/IMG_3624.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's working on teeth, too, and so she is constantly biting on/sucking on her bottom lip. &amp;nbsp;She looks like someone who has their dentures out actually. &amp;nbsp;It's pretty hilarious.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xxjszUsI2c/Txo0KRXi9BI/AAAAAAAACLc/FpKlPETDkjg/s1600/IMG_3645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xxjszUsI2c/Txo0KRXi9BI/AAAAAAAACLc/FpKlPETDkjg/s320/IMG_3645.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves her mobile. &amp;nbsp;Toys are super exciting to her, and her mobile is one of her top favorites.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnZewrZSepY/Txo0SFs5aQI/AAAAAAAACLk/S7Q5SSlsT2Q/s1600/IMG_3673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnZewrZSepY/Txo0SFs5aQI/AAAAAAAACLk/S7Q5SSlsT2Q/s320/IMG_3673.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wiggle-worm. &amp;nbsp;I think she's outgrown this seat.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAhuB5nrQ9A/Txo0Z248qHI/AAAAAAAACLs/xk4h3auBhqk/s1600/IMG_3688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAhuB5nrQ9A/Txo0Z248qHI/AAAAAAAACLs/xk4h3auBhqk/s320/IMG_3688.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcGN6K_guMM/Txo0hE2vF2I/AAAAAAAACL0/0CJehWxVGGc/s1600/IMG_3683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcGN6K_guMM/Txo0hE2vF2I/AAAAAAAACL0/0CJehWxVGGc/s320/IMG_3683.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coolest. Brother. Ever.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-4486346684514734199?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4486346684514734199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=4486346684514734199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4486346684514734199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4486346684514734199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2012/01/tiny-gal.html' title='Tiny Gal'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKz1NHm2UI8/TxoziN7qCZI/AAAAAAAACKs/8nc7DG4Cvj4/s72-c/IMG_3579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-791937603893911306</id><published>2012-01-20T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:18:11.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow and Steady</title><content type='html'>My New Year's resolution to get fit is going slow but steady.&amp;nbsp; For the most part, I have been very good about what I eat and have exercised every day but Sundays (or when other circumstances come up that are beyond my control like late meetings, etc).&amp;nbsp; Mike has lost quite a bit of weight.&amp;nbsp; I have not, but I've lost a little and have felt the effects of a healthier lifestyle, so that's awesome.&amp;nbsp; I'll let you know how I'm doing and when I hit my first milestone (my wedding weight).&amp;nbsp; I know you're on pins and needles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm also hoping to get caught up on my blogs.&amp;nbsp; As Andrew is currently trying to push me off my chair and crying, I'm not sure how easy this will be.&amp;nbsp; We'll see.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-791937603893911306?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/791937603893911306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=791937603893911306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/791937603893911306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/791937603893911306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2012/01/slow-and-steady.html' title='Slow and Steady'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-4699394153188430477</id><published>2011-12-31T20:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:55:29.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sittin' Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you just need the right motivation. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Emily's motivation to sit up? &amp;nbsp;This Hello Kitty water bottle. &amp;nbsp;She is obsessed with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's pretty content to just lay around. &amp;nbsp;She can roll, but just doesn't usually. &amp;nbsp;I discovered yesterday that she can sit up unassisted, as long as she is reaching for or holding the water bottle. &amp;nbsp;She doesn't stay up long (maybe 3-4 seconds) but we're pretty proud of our little eggplant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4Ej9--jqPQ/Tv_KCYZwb8I/AAAAAAAACJ0/stTm904B7hA/s1600/IMG_3337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4Ej9--jqPQ/Tv_KCYZwb8I/AAAAAAAACJ0/stTm904B7hA/s320/IMG_3337.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting. &amp;nbsp;And wearing adorable shoes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TwWABrZGFTA/Tv_KNkidN-I/AAAAAAAACJ8/Qsg1NtkuK0U/s1600/IMG_3342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TwWABrZGFTA/Tv_KNkidN-I/AAAAAAAACJ8/Qsg1NtkuK0U/s320/IMG_3342.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking slightly punch drunk, but sitting up really well.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNEFKmhkywA/Tv_KaYauheI/AAAAAAAACKE/Y-OHje5aQEc/s1600/IMG_3343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNEFKmhkywA/Tv_KaYauheI/AAAAAAAACKE/Y-OHje5aQEc/s320/IMG_3343.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right after she fell over. &amp;nbsp;She's still happy, even when she falls. &amp;nbsp;Love this little tyke.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-4699394153188430477?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4699394153188430477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=4699394153188430477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4699394153188430477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4699394153188430477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/sittin-pretty.html' title='Sittin&apos; Pretty'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4Ej9--jqPQ/Tv_KCYZwb8I/AAAAAAAACJ0/stTm904B7hA/s72-c/IMG_3337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-6062211249703879771</id><published>2011-12-31T20:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:36:13.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently I didn't take as many pictures of the Barnard family's Christmas after all. :) &amp;nbsp;Here are just a couple more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoQKwAHPvi0/Tv_F0I0udYI/AAAAAAAACJA/l8qpRKqiKd0/s1600/3235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoQKwAHPvi0/Tv_F0I0udYI/AAAAAAAACJA/l8qpRKqiKd0/s320/3235.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew with his gift from Santa. &amp;nbsp;He gasped when &amp;nbsp;he saw it. &amp;nbsp;That was awesome.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-frghzqVtuzo/Tv_F24Fzp8I/AAAAAAAACJI/ygTCJ43sjZY/s1600/3286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-frghzqVtuzo/Tv_F24Fzp8I/AAAAAAAACJI/ygTCJ43sjZY/s320/3286.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my little guy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dQw_mLvua0g/Tv_F5-NYVEI/AAAAAAAACJQ/BX-bs7JMyRw/s1600/3298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dQw_mLvua0g/Tv_F5-NYVEI/AAAAAAAACJQ/BX-bs7JMyRw/s320/3298.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here Andrew is, a little oblivious to the world.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7PKViyFSRU/Tv_F-2yciVI/AAAAAAAACJY/ESFBO50pqEA/s1600/3300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7PKViyFSRU/Tv_F-2yciVI/AAAAAAAACJY/ESFBO50pqEA/s320/3300.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily doesn't like the flash at all. &amp;nbsp;At least she's sporting a nice bow. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwCIOjx0c9k/Tv_GDZ7XJ1I/AAAAAAAACJg/UsPeT_xfifo/s1600/amy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwCIOjx0c9k/Tv_GDZ7XJ1I/AAAAAAAACJg/UsPeT_xfifo/s320/amy.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My gorgeous sister Amy. &amp;nbsp;Doesn't she just look nice? &amp;nbsp;(She is.)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-6062211249703879771?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6062211249703879771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=6062211249703879771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6062211249703879771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6062211249703879771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-part-two.html' title='Christmas Part Two'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoQKwAHPvi0/Tv_F0I0udYI/AAAAAAAACJA/l8qpRKqiKd0/s72-c/3235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-8384897859761404918</id><published>2011-12-31T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:47:20.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Out Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designdazzling.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/new-year-2012-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://www.designdazzling.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/new-year-2012-16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tomorrow starts a whole new year. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I think resolutions are silly since it seems that everyone makes them, then abandons them by January 2nd or 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly think, though, that resolutions are great. &amp;nbsp;It's a good time to evaluate your life, think of the things you would like to change, and set reasonable goals to make those changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my resolutions this year is to get more healthy. &amp;nbsp;That means watching what I eat, remembering to take my vitamins, drinking enough water, and exercising. &amp;nbsp;I turned 30 this month, and I want my 30's to be the start of a healthy life for me. &amp;nbsp;For the last couple of weeks, I have been exercising and eating healthier. &amp;nbsp;I've lost a couple pounds, and feel better. &amp;nbsp;We got a treadmill on the 27th, and so far, I've walked/run 10 miles. &amp;nbsp;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that recording some of my progress here on my blog will make me feel a bit more accountable and I'll keep this resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your resolutions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-8384897859761404918?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8384897859761404918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=8384897859761404918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8384897859761404918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8384897859761404918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/starting-out-right.html' title='Starting Out Right'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-5702189296031619716</id><published>2011-12-30T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:18:03.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently blogger changed the way pictures appear. &amp;nbsp;I had just figured out how to not do it all backwards, and now it's the opposite. &amp;nbsp;So...follow me back in time, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a really nice Christmas. &amp;nbsp;It was laid-back, Emily loved all the wrapping paper and pretty lights, Andrew loved...all of it. &amp;nbsp;I love my family, and it was nice to spend the holiday together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_7WmccgdVM/Tv5uXG2JLFI/AAAAAAAACIE/K3YTiJkb51g/s1600/3261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_7WmccgdVM/Tv5uXG2JLFI/AAAAAAAACIE/K3YTiJkb51g/s320/3261.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily lays amid the Christmas carnage. &amp;nbsp;All her toys have been stolen by her older brother, but she's perfectly content with that tissue paper there.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPBSRdpGxxY/Tv5uaj16OEI/AAAAAAAACIM/1wp3H3kRUZ0/s1600/3259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPBSRdpGxxY/Tv5uaj16OEI/AAAAAAAACIM/1wp3H3kRUZ0/s320/3259.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike and his tiny tykes. &amp;nbsp;They were both absorbed in &amp;nbsp;Andrew's gift from Grandma J. &amp;nbsp;Drew is also holding Emily's gift from Grandma J. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFe--e8JwxU/Tv5uevxgOyI/AAAAAAAACIU/jx3LIDV4iR0/s1600/3243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFe--e8JwxU/Tv5uevxgOyI/AAAAAAAACIU/jx3LIDV4iR0/s320/3243.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karen with her tiny kids. &amp;nbsp;Who refuse to look at the camera. &amp;nbsp;Andrew got that little dog &amp;nbsp;for &amp;nbsp;his first Christmas and then got it again this year. :) &amp;nbsp;He was really excited about it. &amp;nbsp;He takes it to bed every night with him. &amp;nbsp;And please ignore my exhaustion in this picture. &amp;nbsp;I'm just glad I was able to keep my eyes open for the picture. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LKh1Iu3j08/Tv5uiYVbvPI/AAAAAAAACIc/X6UiNsweuZk/s1600/3220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LKh1Iu3j08/Tv5uiYVbvPI/AAAAAAAACIc/X6UiNsweuZk/s320/3220.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew moving the mouse on the advent calendar to the 24! &amp;nbsp;Santa's coming tonight!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQq6R_CipoE/Tv5umVLkjqI/AAAAAAAACIk/qCkgnmz3ntw/s1600/3213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQq6R_CipoE/Tv5umVLkjqI/AAAAAAAACIk/qCkgnmz3ntw/s320/3213.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our family on Christmas Eve&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BWDZsPYYksM/Tv5upIhKwEI/AAAAAAAACIs/hshxmZrU6BU/s1600/3207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BWDZsPYYksM/Tv5upIhKwEI/AAAAAAAACIs/hshxmZrU6BU/s320/3207.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew hanging up his stocking. &amp;nbsp;He thought they looked best on the tree.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgpfwQ6lxvg/Tv5utDlf4yI/AAAAAAAACI0/OUc9Coh8f8Y/s1600/3204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgpfwQ6lxvg/Tv5utDlf4yI/AAAAAAAACI0/OUc9Coh8f8Y/s320/3204.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily hanging her stocking. &amp;nbsp;She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but she looked adorable. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add Part Two soon. &amp;nbsp;I know you're on pins and needles.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-5702189296031619716?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5702189296031619716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=5702189296031619716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5702189296031619716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5702189296031619716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-part-one.html' title='Christmas Part One'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_7WmccgdVM/Tv5uXG2JLFI/AAAAAAAACIE/K3YTiJkb51g/s72-c/3261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7694729620791373580</id><published>2011-12-30T20:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:06:41.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because They're Adorable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fn5JemqheE0/Tv5tzwgo0dI/AAAAAAAACHw/BIJ6q9PHLSc/s1600/3144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fn5JemqheE0/Tv5tzwgo0dI/AAAAAAAACHw/BIJ6q9PHLSc/s320/3144.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's Andrew "sleeping." &amp;nbsp;He was just too adorable sitting there resting the book on his leg. &amp;nbsp;He is so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qM3cc0FuVKc/Tv5t27ZhNiI/AAAAAAAACH4/i_Hqkd9NhxQ/s1600/3161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qM3cc0FuVKc/Tv5t27ZhNiI/AAAAAAAACH4/i_Hqkd9NhxQ/s320/3161.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing her cupcake hat and mittens. &amp;nbsp;And making me laugh like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, they're adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-7694729620791373580?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7694729620791373580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7694729620791373580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7694729620791373580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7694729620791373580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/because-theyre-adorable.html' title='Because They&apos;re Adorable.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fn5JemqheE0/Tv5tzwgo0dI/AAAAAAAACHw/BIJ6q9PHLSc/s72-c/3144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-5485652739238646568</id><published>2011-12-21T23:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:05:57.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhhhh......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our little tykes are growing up.&amp;nbsp; Andrew has been able to crawl out of his crib since he was a year old, but hasn't (amazingly enough).&amp;nbsp; For the last couple of weeks, he has been getting out and reading in his bed rather than sleeping.&amp;nbsp; Emily is growing up so fast and will soon be too big for her bassinet, so we will need a crib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew moved to a toddler bed on Sunday night.&amp;nbsp; He hasn't napped since, but does&amp;nbsp;well sleeping at night, even though he's been going down at&amp;nbsp;6:00 (because of not napping).&amp;nbsp; Emily spends part of the night in the crib, and takes her naps in there.&amp;nbsp; They have both been not sleeping well lately and I feel extremely sleep deprived.&amp;nbsp; When I start to get frustrated, I try to remember that these times won't last forever, and our little kids won't always be so little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know that someday, Andrew will no longer run to me yelling, "My buddy!"&amp;nbsp; Someday, he will no longer call Emily "Willy."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He won't always beg to watch "Fostee da Snow-an" and "Boos Coos."&amp;nbsp; He will not run in circles for no reason or fall asleep in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cj5jTX-3mRA/TvK0B6w5gmI/AAAAAAAACHA/F4IJ5pwAlHU/s1600/big+boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cj5jTX-3mRA/TvK0B6w5gmI/AAAAAAAACHA/F4IJ5pwAlHU/s320/big+boy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Someday, Emily&amp;nbsp;will no longer stick her legs straight up and suck on her big toe.&amp;nbsp; Someday she will have teeth, and&amp;nbsp;I will miss that amazingly silly gummy grin.&amp;nbsp; She won't always use a pacifier and hold onto blankies.&amp;nbsp; She will grow up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uyN5Rw0gWxA/TvK0FzkHXuI/AAAAAAAACHI/6YRJdbIrpuc/s1600/big+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uyN5Rw0gWxA/TvK0FzkHXuI/AAAAAAAACHI/6YRJdbIrpuc/s320/big+girl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel so blessed.&amp;nbsp; I love my little kids.&amp;nbsp; They are worth every bit of sleep deprivation and every bit of frustration.&amp;nbsp; Neil L. Anderson quoted a lady's blog and she said it perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Motherhood&lt;/span&gt; is not a hobby, it is a calling. You do not collect children because you find them cuter than stamps. It is not something to do if you can squeeze the time in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is what God gave you time for.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-5485652739238646568?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5485652739238646568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=5485652739238646568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5485652739238646568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5485652739238646568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/shhhhhh.html' title='Shhhhhh......'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cj5jTX-3mRA/TvK0B6w5gmI/AAAAAAAACHA/F4IJ5pwAlHU/s72-c/big+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-9220077640789015608</id><published>2011-12-20T14:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T14:15:14.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa, Tree, and Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_j3RYIUBSHg/TvDq8DoX2tI/AAAAAAAACGU/wtAwZJnc-jU/s1600/tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_j3RYIUBSHg/TvDq8DoX2tI/AAAAAAAACGU/wtAwZJnc-jU/s320/tree.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting our Christmas tree.&amp;nbsp; As usual, Andrew was as cooperative as a 2 year can be.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We love Christmas around here!&amp;nbsp; Andrew is old enough to be excited for it this year, plus it's our little Emily's first Christmas.&amp;nbsp;It'll be here before we know&amp;nbsp;it, and&amp;nbsp;we're just trying to enjoy the season while it's here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FSjtcNlMUXU/TvDrCyRPHLI/AAAAAAAACGc/FE6QciU6Pto/s1600/fish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FSjtcNlMUXU/TvDrCyRPHLI/AAAAAAAACGc/FE6QciU6Pto/s320/fish.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Bass Pro Shop waiting to see Santa!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2XB7K6yPjDQ/TvDrJgQP5tI/AAAAAAAACGk/wswbXi_mSK8/s1600/sleigh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2XB7K6yPjDQ/TvDrJgQP5tI/AAAAAAAACGk/wswbXi_mSK8/s320/sleigh.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went with some friends of ours.&amp;nbsp; Here they are in "Santa's sleigh."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dBFUtp9q5g/TvDrMz7QK3I/AAAAAAAACGs/ddsFsuTt0Vs/s1600/santa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dBFUtp9q5g/TvDrMz7QK3I/AAAAAAAACGs/ddsFsuTt0Vs/s320/santa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry this isn't the best quality.&amp;nbsp; I had to take a picture of it since we don't have a scanner. :)&amp;nbsp; Andrew was so excited to see Santa!&amp;nbsp; Emily was a little confused by the process, but was as usual, very pleasant.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1rFg_Gv93M/TvDrQc2-XpI/AAAAAAAACG0/OBroBqnR-DM/s1600/waiting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1rFg_Gv93M/TvDrQc2-XpI/AAAAAAAACG0/OBroBqnR-DM/s320/waiting.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though she gets into some weird situations sometimes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-9220077640789015608?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/9220077640789015608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=9220077640789015608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/9220077640789015608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/9220077640789015608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-tree-and-us.html' title='Santa, Tree, and Us'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_j3RYIUBSHg/TvDq8DoX2tI/AAAAAAAACGU/wtAwZJnc-jU/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-4305218246544457745</id><published>2011-12-14T23:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:23:28.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Sweetheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGlz9p1UNEE/TumCf5M04gI/AAAAAAAACF0/CCR9DWv2Wm0/s1600/IMG_2857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGlz9p1UNEE/TumCf5M04gI/AAAAAAAACF0/CCR9DWv2Wm0/s640/IMG_2857.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In case you need a cute baby fix, here you go!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYfAOe9x-Pg/TumCnyufWWI/AAAAAAAACF8/zdgVgstVjTY/s1600/IMG_2860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYfAOe9x-Pg/TumCnyufWWI/AAAAAAAACF8/zdgVgstVjTY/s320/IMG_2860.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a happy little gal.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m31Nu9lN_aI/TumC7toIrWI/AAAAAAAACGE/pJETdV1Ngo8/s1600/IMG_2861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m31Nu9lN_aI/TumC7toIrWI/AAAAAAAACGE/pJETdV1Ngo8/s320/IMG_2861.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 months of cuteness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FY7Qg0x3Ubk/TumDF8t6esI/AAAAAAAACGM/kayjVchx668/s1600/IMG_2950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FY7Qg0x3Ubk/TumDF8t6esI/AAAAAAAACGM/kayjVchx668/s320/IMG_2950.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny Fae&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-4305218246544457745?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4305218246544457745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=4305218246544457745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4305218246544457745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4305218246544457745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-sweetheart.html' title='Little Sweetheart'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGlz9p1UNEE/TumCf5M04gI/AAAAAAAACF0/CCR9DWv2Wm0/s72-c/IMG_2857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-5061105738877760451</id><published>2011-12-13T14:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:40:11.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fOa4Q0x0MA/Tue2wVYeCAI/AAAAAAAACFs/tiTTgv-b93s/s1600/IMG_2905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fOa4Q0x0MA/Tue2wVYeCAI/AAAAAAAACFs/tiTTgv-b93s/s320/IMG_2905.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Andrew is just about the cutest thing.&amp;nbsp; We put some gel clings up on our back door with Santa, snowmen, and a penguin.&amp;nbsp; The other day I looked over and Drew had taken the inside of the penguin, removed the nose, and had it laid out over a snowman.&amp;nbsp; Then I realized what he was saying.&amp;nbsp; "The daddy and his baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&amp;nbsp; Where did he learn to be so cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-5061105738877760451?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5061105738877760451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=5061105738877760451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5061105738877760451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5061105738877760451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/snowmen.html' title='Snowmen'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fOa4Q0x0MA/Tue2wVYeCAI/AAAAAAAACFs/tiTTgv-b93s/s72-c/IMG_2905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-5593957886662164909</id><published>2011-12-13T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:33:07.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy and Emmie</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QneJllfubhU/Tue1XMK79jI/AAAAAAAACFU/DUtGlFPcd04/s1600/Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QneJllfubhU/Tue1XMK79jI/AAAAAAAACFU/DUtGlFPcd04/s320/Love.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two love each other!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zzY4Xst0Vl8/Tue1ax23ETI/AAAAAAAACFc/wDXJlp20MRg/s1600/Daddy+and+Em+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zzY4Xst0Vl8/Tue1ax23ETI/AAAAAAAACFc/wDXJlp20MRg/s320/Daddy+and+Em+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love when she cradles his head like that.&amp;nbsp; She adores her daddy so much!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqy1n7bwwZU/Tue1fJcES-I/AAAAAAAACFk/DCfqcaQB4Hg/s1600/Daddy+and+Em+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqy1n7bwwZU/Tue1fJcES-I/AAAAAAAACFk/DCfqcaQB4Hg/s320/Daddy+and+Em+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the matching smiles!&amp;nbsp; Love these two so much!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-5593957886662164909?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5593957886662164909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=5593957886662164909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5593957886662164909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5593957886662164909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/daddy-and-emmie.html' title='Daddy and Emmie'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QneJllfubhU/Tue1XMK79jI/AAAAAAAACFU/DUtGlFPcd04/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-289999582028933013</id><published>2011-12-08T11:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T11:41:56.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I can't help myself.</title><content type='html'>These JibJab videos are Andrew's favorite thing.&amp;nbsp; Click on the link below for the newest.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/view/fiGB7uGvBWqDKeR2?cmpid=jj_url"&gt;http://sendables.jibjab.com/view/fiGB7uGvBWqDKeR2?cmpid=jj_url&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-289999582028933013?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/289999582028933013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=289999582028933013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/289999582028933013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/289999582028933013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/because-i-cant-help-myself.html' title='Because I can&apos;t help myself.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-4120885630259771735</id><published>2011-12-05T18:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T19:05:21.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh.</title><content type='html'>Argh?&amp;nbsp; Is that a proper word for one who is frustrated?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about religion, politics, and child-rearing that can make people into raving lunatics?&amp;nbsp; Today, I am super frustrated with those who seem to be unable to respect others' opinions.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, this isn't something I deal with very frequently, as I like to keep my views on some subjects (especially politics) quiet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's important.&amp;nbsp; I have opinions (of course.)&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful to live in a country that makes it free for us to express our thoughts and beliefs.&amp;nbsp; I just really hate hearing people fight, purely based on an opposite opinion.&amp;nbsp; My frustration doesn't come from people stating how they feel, my frustration comes from the intolerance of others' feelings and opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That probably makes no sense.&amp;nbsp; But I had to get it out, and decided that Facebook (the main contributor to my frustration) was not the way to go.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I wish there was something called Fightbook, so people could fight about the state of the union and I wouldn't have to be part of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-4120885630259771735?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4120885630259771735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=4120885630259771735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4120885630259771735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4120885630259771735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/argh.html' title='Argh.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-1439754874537110461</id><published>2011-11-28T21:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:48:44.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful to Catch Up  (ie Picture Palooza)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful that I started blogging about things I was thankful for this month.&amp;nbsp; Although apparently the last week or so I have totally slacked off, I still have been thinking a lot about what I'm grateful for.&amp;nbsp; It has definitely helped me see the bright side of life, as well as made me more grateful for what I have, especially the people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it's easy to look at other people and wish we had what they have, or looked the way they look, or whatever.&amp;nbsp; It's easy sometimes to look at our lives and think they're not much to talk about.&amp;nbsp; In reality however, things aren't always as they seem, both in our lives and in others'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; For the rest of this year, I am going to focus on the positive and work to show my love for those around me better.&amp;nbsp; I love Thanksgiving, because it puts me in a good mindset.&amp;nbsp; (Plus the food is amazing.)&amp;nbsp; I love Christmas, because it is the perfect time to celebrate the joy of life, and to celebrate our good fortune and blessings.&amp;nbsp; We think more of Christ and long to be more like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for Christmas lights and hot chocolate.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for silly Christmas movies and walking in the snow.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for family and laughing until my sides hurt.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for chilly weather, scarves, and seat warmers.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for a knowledge that my Heavenly Father watches over me and loves me more than I can comprehend.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for all of these things, but mostly I'm thankful that I am taking the time to be thankful for them.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am thankful to be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcJSX4AzuX4/TtRQ1nUuo_I/AAAAAAAACEE/h2v79WZHlkc/s1600/IMG_2697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcJSX4AzuX4/TtRQ1nUuo_I/AAAAAAAACEE/h2v79WZHlkc/s320/IMG_2697.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily's first Thanksgiving!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCAlaYaTFhE/TtRQr7qAqEI/AAAAAAAACD8/lYTC-Nf82GE/s1600/IMG_2689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCAlaYaTFhE/TtRQr7qAqEI/AAAAAAAACD8/lYTC-Nf82GE/s320/IMG_2689.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Worn-out baby snuggles with Grandma&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QCdxKVXXYb0/TtRRCQjLddI/AAAAAAAACEM/-8IARfKuAfc/s1600/IMG_2706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QCdxKVXXYb0/TtRRCQjLddI/AAAAAAAACEM/-8IARfKuAfc/s320/IMG_2706.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my Mommy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59WpfkHMxRk/TtRRQ_qaNvI/AAAAAAAACEU/SKhm4nGTYsc/s1600/IMG_2726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59WpfkHMxRk/TtRRQ_qaNvI/AAAAAAAACEU/SKhm4nGTYsc/s320/IMG_2726.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew chills with a cousin at Grandma's house&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e69nED76r7c/TtRRUXdTYrI/AAAAAAAACEc/uIrwaWaHy24/s1600/IMG_2685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e69nED76r7c/TtRRUXdTYrI/AAAAAAAACEc/uIrwaWaHy24/s320/IMG_2685.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew loved being ridden around on this bike at Amy's house.&amp;nbsp; His favorite part was going over the dirt pile.&amp;nbsp; I think we have a future Evil Knievel on our hands.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bq6Lgb4UWj0/TtRRZ2mXjaI/AAAAAAAACEk/PR6v2WBET8g/s1600/IMG_2745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bq6Lgb4UWj0/TtRRZ2mXjaI/AAAAAAAACEk/PR6v2WBET8g/s320/IMG_2745.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily is such a strong little lady.&amp;nbsp; She likes to be on her tummy more now and manages to bite or suck on her fingers all the time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFu408uu83A/TtRRh9QMkJI/AAAAAAAACEs/WTEZ4RCCtp0/s1600/IMG_2754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFu408uu83A/TtRRh9QMkJI/AAAAAAAACEs/WTEZ4RCCtp0/s320/IMG_2754.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves the monsters on Andrew's wall.&amp;nbsp; Anytime we go in there, she will always find them and smile.&amp;nbsp; Sweet little baby!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dQpwQ0NTFMw/TtRRpBwG5vI/AAAAAAAACE0/FZ8wvFNzEhs/s1600/IMG_2766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dQpwQ0NTFMw/TtRRpBwG5vI/AAAAAAAACE0/FZ8wvFNzEhs/s320/IMG_2766.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute little cheeks!!!&amp;nbsp; Andrew and Emily loved the Christmas lights!&amp;nbsp; He wasn't too keen on sharing at first (note him pouting in the background) but after a little while he was saying, "Here-dee go, Willy.&amp;nbsp; Cool wights."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZgS-Mxygpk/TtRRtWO-CiI/AAAAAAAACE8/qIVFnkuFrxQ/s1600/IMG_2788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZgS-Mxygpk/TtRRtWO-CiI/AAAAAAAACE8/qIVFnkuFrxQ/s320/IMG_2788.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharing.&amp;nbsp; What sweet little kiddos we have.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1j-VoN0-CPM/TtRRwPJHoBI/AAAAAAAACFE/Xv33cvsxHlk/s1600/IMG_6648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1j-VoN0-CPM/TtRRwPJHoBI/AAAAAAAACFE/Xv33cvsxHlk/s320/IMG_6648.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Emily&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXe9cC6qjsg/TtRR0NlvlCI/AAAAAAAACFM/P3cnu0DsvuQ/s1600/6651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXe9cC6qjsg/TtRR0NlvlCI/AAAAAAAACFM/P3cnu0DsvuQ/s320/6651.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We attempted to get family pictures last weekend.&amp;nbsp; This was one of the better shots of Andrew. :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He wanted to get down and play, so wasn't being the most cooperative&amp;nbsp;2 year old in the world.&amp;nbsp; (Cooperative and 2 year old don't usually go in the same sentence.&amp;nbsp; And for good reason.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-1439754874537110461?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1439754874537110461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=1439754874537110461&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1439754874537110461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1439754874537110461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-to-catch-up-ie-picture-palooza.html' title='Thankful to Catch Up  (ie Picture Palooza)'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcJSX4AzuX4/TtRQ1nUuo_I/AAAAAAAACEE/h2v79WZHlkc/s72-c/IMG_2697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-1149272373935213272</id><published>2011-11-22T22:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:34:34.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful that today is not yesterday and that tomorrow is not today. &amp;nbsp;I have had some sort of bug the last couple of days. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday I felt absolutely awful, today I feel a little lousy, and tomorrow I will feel much better! &amp;nbsp;I just hope nobody here catches it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-1149272373935213272?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1149272373935213272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=1149272373935213272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1149272373935213272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1149272373935213272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-day.html' title='A New Day'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-204140785197721662</id><published>2011-11-21T22:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:33:06.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (oops) I was grateful for home.&amp;nbsp; We were visiting family this weekend, which was awesome, but there's nothing like coming home.&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful to have a home, and to share it with my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-204140785197721662?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/204140785197721662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=204140785197721662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/204140785197721662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/204140785197721662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-5029615857962800711</id><published>2011-11-21T22:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:27:57.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CojfIlZq9vo/TsshleL_3eI/AAAAAAAACDs/V26WrxSOai0/s1600/IMG_3480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CojfIlZq9vo/TsshleL_3eI/AAAAAAAACDs/V26WrxSOai0/s320/IMG_3480.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, as I always am, I am thankful for my parents.&amp;nbsp; I will be 30 next month, but I still rely on the steady rock that is my parents.&amp;nbsp; I know I can always turn to them, and they will be there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is loving.&amp;nbsp; Andrew and Emily both love him, and I distinctly remember loving to sit on my dad's lap.&amp;nbsp; He is funny.&amp;nbsp; I mean, the guy is amazing.&amp;nbsp; He can remember any joke, and always has one&amp;nbsp;at the tip of his tongue for any situation.&amp;nbsp; That's pretty good, but the fact that he can remember&amp;nbsp;basically anything he's read....ever (!) that's amazing.&amp;nbsp; He is so smart, and so detailed.&amp;nbsp; My dad&amp;nbsp;is always thinking of his kids, and is a wise daddy&amp;nbsp;with very good advice.&amp;nbsp; I love to hear him play the guitar.&amp;nbsp; It's so soothing,&amp;nbsp;and I know I got my love of music from him.&amp;nbsp; My dad loves my mom, and that&amp;nbsp;has never been something we had to question.&amp;nbsp; Of all the things my dad is to me,&amp;nbsp;he has become a&amp;nbsp;marvelous example of&amp;nbsp;how a husband should love and revere his wife.&amp;nbsp; It helped me make&amp;nbsp;my decision of who to marry, because I knew I&amp;nbsp;wanted someone to love me like that.&amp;nbsp; I'm so grateful&amp;nbsp;to him for&amp;nbsp;seeking out the church, remaining faithful, and teaching me.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He's the best, and I love him with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is...incredible.&amp;nbsp; Warm, generous, kind, funny, clever, great cook, amazing grandma, and solid as a rock.&amp;nbsp; My mom was put on this earth to be an angel to her kids.&amp;nbsp; She is so kind.&amp;nbsp; She always has something good to say about someone else, and is so in tune with the spirit to know who needs her.&amp;nbsp; Heavenly Father started teaching her at such an early age about who he was and what the truths of the gospel were.&amp;nbsp; She was ready, even then, to embrace the truth and live accordingly.&amp;nbsp; I know I'm not alone in feeling that my mom is the woman on earth I most admire.&amp;nbsp; This week while talking to my big brother, I said, "Mom is so great." He responded, "She's perfect."&amp;nbsp; And she is.&amp;nbsp; She will certainly read this and shake her head, feeling that she's not all that we think she is, but the truth is, looking to our mom as an example has done nothing but strengthened me and caused me to be better.&amp;nbsp; When I think of the typical idealistic grandma, I am thinking of my mom.&amp;nbsp; My kids both love her and it's so fun for me to see them getting to know the lady I love so much.&amp;nbsp; It's hard for me to express really how I feel about her, but this is a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mom and Dad!&amp;nbsp; Thank you for letting me come to live at your house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-5029615857962800711?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5029615857962800711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=5029615857962800711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5029615857962800711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5029615857962800711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/parents.html' title='Parents'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CojfIlZq9vo/TsshleL_3eI/AAAAAAAACDs/V26WrxSOai0/s72-c/IMG_3480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-6517789404414471151</id><published>2011-11-19T10:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T11:03:12.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm three days behind.&amp;nbsp; Whoopsie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today I am grateful for 3 days that have shaped my whole life, as&amp;nbsp;well as my&amp;nbsp;eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_udzDDIpGY/Tsfex2i60BI/AAAAAAAACDk/ng7EJU0_uBs/s1600/8891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_udzDDIpGY/Tsfex2i60BI/AAAAAAAACDk/ng7EJU0_uBs/s320/8891.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;August 13, 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I married my best friend in the temple.&amp;nbsp; I know we will be together not just "until death do we part" but forever.&amp;nbsp; I am so grateful for that, and that we made the right choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANfsglN63vg/Tsfd2LDksDI/AAAAAAAACDU/Dfd0EhieDvo/s1600/5717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANfsglN63vg/Tsfd2LDksDI/AAAAAAAACDU/Dfd0EhieDvo/s320/5717.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;June 2, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I met Andrew, my favorite little buddy in the world.&amp;nbsp; He was so little, so perfect, and I loved him right away.&amp;nbsp; It is an absolute privilege to spend my time with him, to raise him, to love him.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad he's our little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWDLhZ_jJjo/Tsfd3zfwk8I/AAAAAAAACDc/UKUWyMj8kco/s1600/IMG_5661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWDLhZ_jJjo/Tsfd3zfwk8I/AAAAAAAACDc/UKUWyMj8kco/s320/IMG_5661.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;June 22, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿I met Emily, my sweet little gal.&amp;nbsp; She was so so SO tiny, so beautiful, and so pleasant.&amp;nbsp; It's hard to imagine our family without our little tiny one.&amp;nbsp; I am so happy to have her in my home.&amp;nbsp; I love this little one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;November 19, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I realize that what I do today will affect my eternity also.&amp;nbsp; If I choose to read my scriptures, I will be fortified and happy.&amp;nbsp; If I spend time with my family and show love, I will become more in tune with how to become a better wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend.&amp;nbsp; Each day is the next step toward eternity.&amp;nbsp; And I am grateful to realize that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-6517789404414471151?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6517789404414471151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=6517789404414471151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6517789404414471151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6517789404414471151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-of-eternity.html' title='Days of Eternity'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_udzDDIpGY/Tsfex2i60BI/AAAAAAAACDk/ng7EJU0_uBs/s72-c/8891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-3354787475347672152</id><published>2011-11-15T14:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:44:02.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints for so many reasons, but one major reason is that we have the opportunity to serve.&amp;nbsp; We don't have a lay ministry, meaning that every aspect of the church is voluntary.&amp;nbsp; I've served as the music leader in Primary, the Primary President, a missionary, and many others.&amp;nbsp; Right now I have the privilege to serve the 12-18 year old girls as the Young Women President.&amp;nbsp; I was nervous and felt a little overwhelmed at the call, but I do know that these callings come from God, so of course I said yes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have learned so much, and has loved every day with these funny, cute, sweet, spiritual, kind, motivated girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm grateful for this calling, and for all the callings I have been given and the amazing things I have learned.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2g6yvt1opU/TsLLaIQyK9I/AAAAAAAACC8/50ZiqvgXp1I/s1600/Savannah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2g6yvt1opU/TsLLaIQyK9I/AAAAAAAACC8/50ZiqvgXp1I/s320/Savannah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JMy5BbWJ3Lw/TsLLoUQILSI/AAAAAAAACDE/XpImKUMUVFQ/s1600/with+moore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JMy5BbWJ3Lw/TsLLoUQILSI/AAAAAAAACDE/XpImKUMUVFQ/s320/with+moore.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vfteCJN6Rcw/TsLLqfvK5yI/AAAAAAAACDM/UN2gGVTPSrI/s1600/YW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vfteCJN6Rcw/TsLLqfvK5yI/AAAAAAAACDM/UN2gGVTPSrI/s320/YW.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-3354787475347672152?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3354787475347672152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=3354787475347672152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3354787475347672152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3354787475347672152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/calling.html' title='Calling'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2g6yvt1opU/TsLLaIQyK9I/AAAAAAAACC8/50ZiqvgXp1I/s72-c/Savannah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7036782123104776608</id><published>2011-11-15T08:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:39:16.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Kitchen</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I spent a great majority of the day cleaning and organizing the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; It looks much better.&amp;nbsp; So yesterday, I was grateful to have a more sane kitchen. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-7036782123104776608?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7036782123104776608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7036782123104776608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7036782123104776608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7036782123104776608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/clean-kitchen.html' title='Clean Kitchen'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-8335843511023951110</id><published>2011-11-14T15:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:54:58.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MTPYyPqw124/TsGHgoIGk2I/AAAAAAAACCE/hIbypUrXKQ4/s1600/IMG_2406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MTPYyPqw124/TsGHgoIGk2I/AAAAAAAACCE/hIbypUrXKQ4/s320/IMG_2406.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Emily is almost 5 months old, so I figured it was time for an update on our petite little lass.&amp;nbsp; First of all, look at the picture above here.&amp;nbsp; Emily started on rice cereal a couple weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; The first time she ate it, this was her reaction.&amp;nbsp; She was tired, teething, and it was just a bad time to try something new.&amp;nbsp; We waited a few days, and it was a hit!&amp;nbsp; Since then, every time she gets in the seat, her eyes get wide and she looks around expectantly.&amp;nbsp; Then when the bib goes on, she starts hopping up and down (kind of) in her seat and laughing.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, she likes eating.&amp;nbsp; And Andrew thought it was pretty funny that she was eating with a spoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5Mx-m7sr-U/TsGH8vXsf6I/AAAAAAAACCM/Sh2tpNRtX-c/s1600/IMG_2467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5Mx-m7sr-U/TsGH8vXsf6I/AAAAAAAACCM/Sh2tpNRtX-c/s320/IMG_2467.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is growing so fast, although she's still our tiny girl!&amp;nbsp; She had a doctor's appointment today and her first shot. :(&amp;nbsp; She was a brave girl, though and only cried for a second.&amp;nbsp; Here are her stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Height - 25" (50th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight - 13 lbs 1 oz (24th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cQJ3lVTl2o/TsGILkrNSvI/AAAAAAAACCU/YEBXNR7MHIo/s1600/IMG_2547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cQJ3lVTl2o/TsGILkrNSvI/AAAAAAAACCU/YEBXNR7MHIo/s320/IMG_2547.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is such a sweet little pleasant baby.&amp;nbsp; She lights up whenever she sees her Mommy or Daddy, and avsolutely loves to watch her big brother.&amp;nbsp; Since she's been eating rice cereal, it seems like she has been sleeping better.&amp;nbsp; Last night she slept from 9:30 to 11 and then 11:30 until 6:45!&amp;nbsp; She is such a good little baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XG6UnDuBFW0/TsGIa1_M3aI/AAAAAAAACCk/-uHFB6_47CU/s1600/IMG_2555+bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XG6UnDuBFW0/TsGIa1_M3aI/AAAAAAAACCk/-uHFB6_47CU/s320/IMG_2555+bw.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to believe Emily hasn't always been in our family.&amp;nbsp; She fits in so perfectly, and we just love her to bits!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-8335843511023951110?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8335843511023951110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=8335843511023951110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8335843511023951110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8335843511023951110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/four-months.html' title='Four Months'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MTPYyPqw124/TsGHgoIGk2I/AAAAAAAACCE/hIbypUrXKQ4/s72-c/IMG_2406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-8863092247195450139</id><published>2011-11-13T19:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:45:21.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://do512blog.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/fall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://do512blog.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/fall.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Autumn is my favorite season. &amp;nbsp;I think the clothes are at their cutest, the leaves are at their prettiest, the food is at its most comforting, and the weather is at its perfect crisp, cool, temperature. &amp;nbsp;Plus it's a time of wonderful holidays and anticipation of my favorite holiday - Christmas. &amp;nbsp;I absolutely love fall. &amp;nbsp;I am so grateful to live where we get different seasons, especially fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNKM4qmJyyY/TsBxR9_hOzI/AAAAAAAACBM/hnOiwRSg8Ag/s1600/bundle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNKM4qmJyyY/TsBxR9_hOzI/AAAAAAAACBM/hnOiwRSg8Ag/s320/bundle.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am grateful that we can go inside to escape the weather sometimes. &amp;nbsp;I love to get all bundled up and play at the park, or just sit outside with my little cutie Eskimos, but I'm grateful to live in a warm house where we are safe, where we can feel the Spirit, and where we know we are all loved. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm grateful that Emily looks like Toadette in that hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supercheats.com/guides/files/guid/mario-kart-wii/toadette.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.supercheats.com/guides/files/guid/mario-kart-wii/toadette.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-8863092247195450139?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8863092247195450139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=8863092247195450139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8863092247195450139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8863092247195450139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNKM4qmJyyY/TsBxR9_hOzI/AAAAAAAACBM/hnOiwRSg8Ag/s72-c/bundle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-4525471089319714769</id><published>2011-11-11T11:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:04:32.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/betsy/images/faq3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.ushistory.org/betsy/images/faq3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I am grateful for my country.&amp;nbsp; I love it with all my heart and am so grateful to be a citizen of the United States of America.&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful for all our veterans and their time and love of country.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the USA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-4525471089319714769?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4525471089319714769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=4525471089319714769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4525471089319714769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4525471089319714769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-country.html' title='My Country'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-8815114872268775032</id><published>2011-11-10T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:19:22.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacify Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/b/0/0/88/7/AAAAC2KSjecAAAAAAIhyLw.jpg?v=1258582005000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/b/0/0/88/7/AAAAC2KSjecAAAAAAIhyLw.jpg?v=1258582005000" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I am thankful for pacifiers. &amp;nbsp;I know some people are against them, but for me, they are stinking awesome. &amp;nbsp;Emily loves hers, taking it out to eat, talk, or just to stare at it. &amp;nbsp;Plus MAM has the cutest pacifiers. &amp;nbsp;It's hard not to buy them just because they're cute. &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;I'm just glad that Little Miss Picky likes the cutest pacifiers the best. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-8815114872268775032?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8815114872268775032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=8815114872268775032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8815114872268775032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8815114872268775032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/pacify-me.html' title='Pacify Me'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-4944695041839258986</id><published>2011-11-10T21:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:12:46.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ldsblogs.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/jesus-christ-mormon3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ldsblogs.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/jesus-christ-mormon3.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am grateful for Jesus Christ. &amp;nbsp;I am so thankful for His sacrifice, His life, and His love for me. &amp;nbsp;I am thankful for His church and that I am a member of that church. &amp;nbsp;I am thankful for the Spirit that guides and directs my life. &amp;nbsp;I love the Holy Ghost for the peace and security it brings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, today I am grateful for my Heavenly Father. &amp;nbsp;There have been so many times in my life when I have felt Him watching over me. &amp;nbsp;Today is one of those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.mormon.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-4944695041839258986?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4944695041839258986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=4944695041839258986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4944695041839258986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4944695041839258986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-2417677765203546524</id><published>2011-11-10T15:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T16:07:07.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Have a Two Year Old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jsgzVTvyuI4/TrxKj4vZ4ZI/AAAAAAAACA0/zucfekcyJ50/s1600/IMG_2496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jsgzVTvyuI4/TrxKj4vZ4ZI/AAAAAAAACA0/zucfekcyJ50/s320/IMG_2496.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a two year old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; And you're teaching him to brush his teeth, don't just say, "Okay now, spit."&amp;nbsp; That is, unless you love getting toothpaste and toddler spit all over your face.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Remember that sometimes bribery is awesome.&amp;nbsp; And it doesn't have to be much.&amp;nbsp; A 16 oz milk bottle in the grocery store?&amp;nbsp; A peaceful trip.&amp;nbsp; Again, bribery&amp;nbsp;can be so&amp;nbsp;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Be careful, because they will catch onto everything.&amp;nbsp; Luckily for us, this hasn't come back to bite us or anything, but I've just become very aware of his spongey-ness.&amp;nbsp; When I gave him a haircut yesterday, he looked in the mirror and said, "Hm.&amp;nbsp; Nice haircut!"&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; You will miss the baby that once was, absolutely love the sweet little crazy toddler he is, and both greatly anticipate and dread him growing up into a not-so-little person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-2417677765203546524?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2417677765203546524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=2417677765203546524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/2417677765203546524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/2417677765203546524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-you-have-two-year-old.html' title='When You Have a Two Year Old...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jsgzVTvyuI4/TrxKj4vZ4ZI/AAAAAAAACA0/zucfekcyJ50/s72-c/IMG_2496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-5451708448646980902</id><published>2011-11-08T13:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:21:17.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chubby Cheeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPtU9GO3XHQ/TrmAEX7LsgI/AAAAAAAACAM/Cw-VjoM015E/s1600/IMG_2391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPtU9GO3XHQ/TrmAEX7LsgI/AAAAAAAACAM/Cw-VjoM015E/s320/IMG_2391.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I am grateful for chubby baby cheeks.&amp;nbsp; Emily has the cutest little cheeks, especially since she's so petite.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And I also absolutely love her guaranteed-to-crack-me-up faces!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E16fzZ_evLo/TrmAG4LauZI/AAAAAAAACAU/7eNZMNxMuaQ/s1600/IMG_2393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E16fzZ_evLo/TrmAG4LauZI/AAAAAAAACAU/7eNZMNxMuaQ/s320/IMG_2393.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I'm grateful for clean water, a warm home, that our country is not in a civil war (watched part of Hotel Rwanda the other day...not a good idea for someone like me.&amp;nbsp; So depressing, but amazing.), and we are all healthy.&amp;nbsp; Those are things that are easy to forget, but we should truly give thanks for them every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-1979425230598704812?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1979425230598704812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=1979425230598704812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1979425230598704812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1979425230598704812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/healthy-and-safe.html' title='Healthy and Safe'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-3414199895722130811</id><published>2011-11-06T20:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:30:45.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Jacobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rd44Z1bDhyo/Trc_pNmuNLI/AAAAAAAACAE/-WqMKvcDAds/s1600/Wuv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rd44Z1bDhyo/Trc_pNmuNLI/AAAAAAAACAE/-WqMKvcDAds/s320/Wuv.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I am grateful to be a Jacobs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August 1999, my family moved to Salem, Missouri.&amp;nbsp; It was a big adjustment for me.&amp;nbsp; I missed my house, my friends, my ward, etc.&amp;nbsp; My very first Sunday I met three of my sister-in-laws.&amp;nbsp; One was my YW president and I thought she was amazing right off.&amp;nbsp; One was a cute little Beehive wearing bobby socks and shoes with elephants on them.&amp;nbsp; She was adorable (and continues on, only with different shoes).&amp;nbsp; And one was about my age, and I knew right away that I wanted to be her friend.&amp;nbsp; I thought she was just amazing.&amp;nbsp; I was so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastforward to about 7 years ago.&amp;nbsp; I had realized I was in love with Michael, but had decided not to say anything for lots of reasons, one being that I didn't want to lose my best friend.&amp;nbsp; I was sitting in his parents' living room, drinking OJ and talking to his mom.&amp;nbsp; I wanted so much to do that sort of thing again and again with her, and all of the Jacobs family.&amp;nbsp; Luckily for me, my best friend had been in love with me for quite a while, so it worked out that I have subsequently&amp;nbsp;had lots of OJ and spoken with my mother-in-law lots and lots.&amp;nbsp; So.....yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I have come to know all of the Jacobs.&amp;nbsp; I was so excited to fall in love with Michael, not only because he was the single best guy I had ever met, but because then I had a chance to become part of the Jacobs family, officially!&amp;nbsp; My mother-in-law and father-in-law are incredible, and I just love speaking with them and spending time with them.&amp;nbsp; Mike's brothers and sisters are equally amazing, and I miss them when I don't seem them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a warm, inviting, funny, quirky, great family.&amp;nbsp; I feel so lucky to have them as my in-laws.&amp;nbsp; I feel so lucky to have&amp;nbsp;them as Drew and Em's grandparents and aunts and uncles.&amp;nbsp; Visiting Salem is tough, because I want to stay with and visit both families all the time and that just isn't feasible.&amp;nbsp; (Something about not being able to&amp;nbsp;be two places at the same time.&amp;nbsp;Sheesh, stupid laws of physics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them, and so today, I am so very grateful to be a Jacobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-3414199895722130811?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3414199895722130811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=3414199895722130811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3414199895722130811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3414199895722130811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-jacobs.html' title='Being a Jacobs'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rd44Z1bDhyo/Trc_pNmuNLI/AAAAAAAACAE/-WqMKvcDAds/s72-c/Wuv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-3542117772905885459</id><published>2011-11-05T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:41:05.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1cG37fksFI/TrXbDEtwOBI/AAAAAAAAB_8/YqXq5tJYPRE/s1600/IMG_2453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1cG37fksFI/TrXbDEtwOBI/AAAAAAAAB_8/YqXq5tJYPRE/s320/IMG_2453.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; Today I am grateful for siblings.&amp;nbsp;I'm grateful that Emily and Andrew have each other.&amp;nbsp; Andrew has even (gasp!) started to acknowledge her existence. &amp;nbsp;Emily thinks Andrew is absolutely the most interesting thing in the house. &amp;nbsp;Here they are looking in a little mirro on a toy together.&amp;nbsp; I love those two.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have 5 awesome ones myself, as well as 6 sibling-in-laws who are so dear to me as well.&amp;nbsp; I think brothers and sisters have a bond that is incomparable.&amp;nbsp; No one else can quite understand why you're crying about your dog Lady dying when she died 11+ years ago.&amp;nbsp; No one else can quite understand why you watch Pee-Wee's Christmas Special every year.&amp;nbsp; Or why you reference bug sandwiches, bye-baders, the "blacktop", or the hills being alive...and hungry.&amp;nbsp; They are your fiercest supporters, your closest friends, and the ones who just might understand you the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't come from a family that expresses their feelings often, but I'm trying to raise a family that does, so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Michael&lt;/u&gt; - big brother, in every sense of the word.&amp;nbsp; I love that guy.&amp;nbsp; He is a fantastic actor, loads of fun, and gives great hugs. &amp;nbsp;Michael has a smile that can light up a room, and a sense of humor and love of family to match it. &amp;nbsp;I love my big brother so much! &amp;nbsp;He's the kind of person where the more you know him, the more you love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Laura&lt;/u&gt; - caring, loving, compassionate, funny, and amazing.&amp;nbsp; I still remember her doing my hair and thinking she was about the most talented person on the planet. &amp;nbsp;Laura is an incredible person, and someone I wish I lived closer to so I could see her more. &amp;nbsp;Andrew and Emily don't know what they're missing, because Laura might just be the best aunt imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amy&lt;/u&gt; - smart, talented, funny, personable, fun, and quick-witted. &amp;nbsp;Whatever she does, she does it well. &amp;nbsp;No, that's a lie. &amp;nbsp;Whatever she does, she does it perfectly. &amp;nbsp;But you won't find a more humble person than my big sister Amy. &amp;nbsp;Growing up, I idolized her, and she never let me down. &amp;nbsp;Even when I was a dorky young teen, she would invite me into her room just to hang out. &amp;nbsp;That meant a lot to me. &amp;nbsp;Truthfully I still idolize her, and she always seems to exceed my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jeanette&lt;/u&gt;- caring, spiritually-minded, funny, devoted, and fun-loving. &amp;nbsp;We fought all growing up and ended up being best friends. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how often that happens, but I'm sure grateful it did. &amp;nbsp;Jeanette is voted (by me) most likely to be a friend to everyone. &amp;nbsp;To know her is to love her. &amp;nbsp;We've shared a lot of the same milestones at about the same time and it's been great to share with her. &amp;nbsp;Jeanette is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aaron&lt;/u&gt;- devoted, devoted, devoted. &amp;nbsp;Aaron has always been devoted to his family. &amp;nbsp;He's fun to live with, and an awesome uncle. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't say much, but when he does, it's pretty much guaranteed to be hilarious. &amp;nbsp;Aaron is 100% brother, and I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for brothers and sisters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-3542117772905885459?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3542117772905885459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=3542117772905885459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3542117772905885459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3542117772905885459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-i-am-grateful-for-siblings.html' title='Siblings'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1cG37fksFI/TrXbDEtwOBI/AAAAAAAAB_8/YqXq5tJYPRE/s72-c/IMG_2453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-1657993415233408041</id><published>2011-11-04T20:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T20:43:34.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wipey-wipey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NnrUZgQjDQ/TrSUPsQB5BI/AAAAAAAAB_U/CLeeuw6mKXE/s1600/hero_product.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NnrUZgQjDQ/TrSUPsQB5BI/AAAAAAAAB_U/CLeeuw6mKXE/s320/hero_product.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I am grateful for Clorox wipes.&amp;nbsp; Andrew had a gross cold for about 2 weeks that he has finally gotten rid of.&amp;nbsp; When he was playing with his toys today, I realized I hadn't sanitized them since he was sick.&amp;nbsp; Sooo out came the Clorox wipes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm not so much grateful for the wipes as I am that I get to be the one to sanitize my little boy's toys.&amp;nbsp; It was tedious (so many Mr. Potato Head pieces...) but I was grateful that I can be the one to serve my kid in such a simple way.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if that makes sense, but I'm grateful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-1657993415233408041?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1657993415233408041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=1657993415233408041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1657993415233408041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1657993415233408041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/wipey-wipey.html' title='Wipey-wipey'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NnrUZgQjDQ/TrSUPsQB5BI/AAAAAAAAB_U/CLeeuw6mKXE/s72-c/hero_product.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-1179478204601913729</id><published>2011-11-03T16:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T16:14:00.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three's a Charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My goal for November is to blog about one thing I"m thankful for every day.  Some of you smart-guys will probably notice that it's November 3rd.  I may be a little late, but it's perfect to start out with my three favorite people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andrew.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 1/2.  Busy.  Snuggly.  Sweet.  Funny.  Active.  My favorite little guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love everything about this little guy.  From the way he runs (or hops) everywhere he goes to the way he talks (Emily=Willy, Coconut=Coco-ut, Andrew=Andews) to the way he snuggles with us at night.  I love my little buddy, and can truly say that he is one of the best people I know.  (No, I'm not biased.)  I am so very thankful for Andrew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gAndn07K94/TrLy5TpRMcI/AAAAAAAAB-o/NHiTaMsmnw4/s1600/Halloweenie%2BBaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670861954243599538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TqMzcAoQri0/TrLy5uD3nLI/AAAAAAAAB-0/k055GjlrokY/s320/headphones.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 1/2 months.&amp;nbsp; Happy.&amp;nbsp; Sweet.&amp;nbsp; Has a super glare.&amp;nbsp; Joyful.&amp;nbsp; Snuggly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily is such a super sweet little gal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We haven't known her long, but from the moment she entered our lives, she has become&amp;nbsp;such an important part of the family, and&amp;nbsp;of my life.&amp;nbsp; I am so very thankful for Emily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670861947152708034" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gAndn07K94/TrLy5TpRMcI/AAAAAAAAB-o/NHiTaMsmnw4/s320/Halloweenie%2BBaby.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;31.&amp;nbsp; Sweet.&amp;nbsp; Happy.&amp;nbsp; Hard-working.&amp;nbsp; Funny.&amp;nbsp; Always improving.&amp;nbsp; Amazing husband.&amp;nbsp; Best friend.&amp;nbsp; Best dad.&amp;nbsp; Handsome.&amp;nbsp; Kind.&amp;nbsp; Wonderful.&amp;nbsp; Smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mike is without a doubt my favorite guy.&amp;nbsp; I love him, and can't imagine my life without him.&amp;nbsp; I love him so much.&amp;nbsp; I am so very thankful for Michael.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fuPDmyR5N4/TrLxGJ1UsUI/AAAAAAAAB-c/U8_PTYz0Jpw/s1600/Daddy%2Band%2Bkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670859968833958210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fuPDmyR5N4/TrLxGJ1UsUI/AAAAAAAAB-c/U8_PTYz0Jpw/s320/Daddy%2Band%2Bkids.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-1179478204601913729?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1179478204601913729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=1179478204601913729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1179478204601913729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1179478204601913729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/threes-charm.html' title='Three&apos;s a Charm'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TqMzcAoQri0/TrLy5uD3nLI/AAAAAAAAB-0/k055GjlrokY/s72-c/headphones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-291628905407937209</id><published>2011-10-30T21:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:25:37.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_isiPV8P2E/Tq4FkHdLDdI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/bE5cCqROg9s/s1600/Love%2Bthe%2Bballerina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 312px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669475098940870098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_isiPV8P2E/Tq4FkHdLDdI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/bE5cCqROg9s/s320/Love%2Bthe%2Bballerina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily was a ballerina.  She was soooo very cute.  Her tutu was extremely easy to make, and I just love her in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrUVuJWEVyE/Tq4FjkfKnII/AAAAAAAAB-E/kQxb76jicsY/s1600/ballerina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 251px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669475089553988738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrUVuJWEVyE/Tq4FjkfKnII/AAAAAAAAB-E/kQxb76jicsY/s320/ballerina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a little happy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijwIRJI9Snw/Tq4EzPFRwvI/AAAAAAAAB90/LkdFQ4c_Eqs/s1600/model2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 154px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669474259174540018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijwIRJI9Snw/Tq4EzPFRwvI/AAAAAAAAB90/LkdFQ4c_Eqs/s320/model2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron was a male model.  Here he is doin' his thing on the catwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSDxa6jZuAU/Tq4EyRHo75I/AAAAAAAAB9o/I9hA5XyHARM/s1600/missionary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669474242541449106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSDxa6jZuAU/Tq4EyRHo75I/AAAAAAAAB9o/I9hA5XyHARM/s320/missionary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew was a missionary.  He wore Mike's tag and looked super cute.  He had another costume, but refused to wear it.  This was a great alternative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A10htVf7QM0/Tq4ExdlzJ7I/AAAAAAAAB9c/Pvwv9qh2V-4/s1600/Halloween%2Bfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669474228709304242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A10htVf7QM0/Tq4ExdlzJ7I/AAAAAAAAB9c/Pvwv9qh2V-4/s320/Halloween%2Bfamily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three things: Note Andrew eating candy.  He was soooo very excited about it.  Note Emily's cutie little chubby cheeks.  I dare you not to want to kiss those cheeks.  I double dog dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IFdhL-odGc/Tq4EwjmOy5I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/EA7RsqgPjNU/s1600/elder%2Bjacobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669474213141859218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IFdhL-odGc/Tq4EwjmOy5I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/EA7RsqgPjNU/s320/elder%2Bjacobs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7w5JOeEz9o/Tq4EwM_NRsI/AAAAAAAAB9E/gO1ptv48uEg/s1600/missionary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669474207072601794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7w5JOeEz9o/Tq4EwM_NRsI/AAAAAAAAB9E/gO1ptv48uEg/s320/missionary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew point-blank WILL NOT look at the camera when I'm trying to take a picture.  I finally got him to look at the camera and smile.  And of course it turned out super fuzzy.  Oh well.  He's a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcic_wJV4QM/Tq4EMhMzW-I/AAAAAAAAB84/NBPfrYgH2ZY/s1600/ballerina.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both;" class="separator"&gt;Happy Halloween!&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/1711183251811565907-291628905407937209?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/291628905407937209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=291628905407937209&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/291628905407937209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/291628905407937209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_isiPV8P2E/Tq4FkHdLDdI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/bE5cCqROg9s/s72-c/Love%2Bthe%2Bballerina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-4892967520308407333</id><published>2011-10-24T23:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:30:57.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EgyFADVDy4U/TqY4PkyYMkI/AAAAAAAAB4M/3O3Q-R2OZSM/s1600/Cowboy+Andrew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EgyFADVDy4U/TqY4PkyYMkI/AAAAAAAAB4M/3O3Q-R2OZSM/s320/Cowboy+Andrew.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew riding a corn husk horse.&amp;nbsp; He was super excited!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We went to the pumpkin patch today at Peach Tree Farm with some friends of ours.  You may remember us going &lt;a href="http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkins-babies-family-and-phone.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;.  Andrew was so tiny!!!  Anyway, we had tons of fun, the weather was absolutely beautiful, and it effectively wore out my very active little two year old.  Yay.  We took a hay ride, fed goats and chickens, sat on corn husk horses, played in a teepee, etc.&amp;nbsp; It was great to have it finally feeling like fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zarBIf6UVQo/TqY4Sp0X_SI/AAAAAAAAB4U/rhujSLALecw/s1600/Andrew+and+Mia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zarBIf6UVQo/TqY4Sp0X_SI/AAAAAAAAB4U/rhujSLALecw/s320/Andrew+and+Mia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With his friend Mia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyDlh5bxxLw/TqY4VF3u-OI/AAAAAAAAB4c/_Ly0wUlRixk/s1600/Drew+and+Porter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyDlh5bxxLw/TqY4VF3u-OI/AAAAAAAAB4c/_Ly0wUlRixk/s320/Drew+and+Porter.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With his friend Porter checking out the roosters.&amp;nbsp; I love his little hands on the fencing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUyr8qh3ndo/TqY4eVGxM1I/AAAAAAAAB4k/5fIW5J4te7w/s1600/Goat+Boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUyr8qh3ndo/TqY4eVGxM1I/AAAAAAAAB4k/5fIW5J4te7w/s320/Goat+Boy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He laughed like crazy when the goats licked his hands while he was feeding them.&amp;nbsp; He also somehow lost a shoe INSIDE their pen.&amp;nbsp; Luckily I noticed and was able to fish it out before they decided it would be a good snack.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUS0CpsM75k/TqY4fcObMvI/AAAAAAAAB4s/7nscGg9FIBg/s1600/Peeking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUS0CpsM75k/TqY4fcObMvI/AAAAAAAAB4s/7nscGg9FIBg/s320/Peeking.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to re-create the picture from last year, but this one is pretty darn cute, too.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyunVeYc_Ss/TqY4yHPu3RI/AAAAAAAAB40/_3k5OpRRRA0/s1600/Pumpkin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyunVeYc_Ss/TqY4yHPu3RI/AAAAAAAAB40/_3k5OpRRRA0/s320/Pumpkin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the new Blogger format, but I can't figure out why they flipped this picture.&amp;nbsp; Anyone know?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxm8aAe8Ak4/TqY40RgOFyI/AAAAAAAAB48/povThlL2zLk/s1600/Ride+Em+Cowboy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxm8aAe8Ak4/TqY40RgOFyI/AAAAAAAAB48/povThlL2zLk/s320/Ride+Em+Cowboy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cowboy Andrew, riding on the plains&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TaIAdhknVE/TqY44EETwNI/AAAAAAAAB5E/2RqQUZZC1uM/s1600/Running.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TaIAdhknVE/TqY44EETwNI/AAAAAAAAB5E/2RqQUZZC1uM/s320/Running.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And his favorite part?&amp;nbsp; When all the kids decided to run around the teepee in circles squealing.&amp;nbsp; TOTALLY up his alley.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-4892967520308407333?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4892967520308407333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=4892967520308407333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4892967520308407333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4892967520308407333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/10/andrew-riding-corn-husk-horse.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EgyFADVDy4U/TqY4PkyYMkI/AAAAAAAAB4M/3O3Q-R2OZSM/s72-c/Cowboy+Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-8279352222839170725</id><published>2011-10-24T23:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:16:19.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions from the Exceedingly Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I found this post in my draft folder.&amp;nbsp; It was written when I was pregnant...with ANDREW.&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; Anyway.&amp;nbsp; Here it is&amp;nbsp;in all it's belated glory, with some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Confession&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;worst visiting teacher&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Ever&lt;/em&gt;. As in, I quite literally avoid the lady who gets my visiting teaching numbers each month because I feel racked with guilt by the very sight of her. No joke. I’m that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Confession&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;I avoid making friends&lt;/strong&gt;. Now, I think I’m a pretty friendly person, and I don’t bite people who try to talk to me, but I feel like I get such limited time with Michael and my family that I never go out of my way to spend time with people other than my family. *Update&amp;nbsp;- that's not so much true anymore, although I am still a homebody.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church on Sunday, the speaker was talking about angels. One thing he said that really made me stop and think was that some people are afflicted with many trials in this life and &lt;em&gt;“some are exceedingly blessed so that they may help others as angels.”&lt;/em&gt; Now I’m not saying that things have always been easy or that I’ve been given some sort of carte blanche on trials or anything. All I’m saying is that my life has been blessed beyond measure, and I really ought to be looking to see who I can help more often. Hence, my first two confessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think of any aspect of my life in which I haven’t been blessed. I have the best husband, the best family, a good job, the best friends, the gospel, and the sweetest little Jellybean (who has been boxing in my stomach all week, I swear.) I have every reason to slap myself when I become a Laman/Lemuelite and start my stupid murmuring.&amp;nbsp; Don't pretend like you wouldn't kind of like seeing me slap myself.&amp;nbsp; I'm considering selling tickets to earn money.&amp;nbsp; *Update - Sweet little Andrew, sweet little Emily.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Last Confession&lt;/span&gt;: I often space out in sacrament meeting trying to figure out what famous person or animal the speaker looks like. (We had Thomas Edison speak on Sunday – no kidding- they could have been brothers.) I will do that until I realize I’m doing it. Then I stop. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(usually)&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296077858290512114" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_krjFqHHjs/SX9ywJY3sPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5NQwxK2wWE0/s400/thomas-edison.jpg" style="display: block; height: 318px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a quote from the real Thomas Edison that fits quite nicely... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have friends in overalls whose friendship I would not swap for the favor of the kings of the world."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-8279352222839170725?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8279352222839170725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=8279352222839170725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8279352222839170725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8279352222839170725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/10/confessions-from-exceedingly-blessed.html' title='Confessions from the Exceedingly Blessed'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_krjFqHHjs/SX9ywJY3sPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5NQwxK2wWE0/s72-c/thomas-edison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-749218228965575490</id><published>2011-10-17T15:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T15:31:38.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Googly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Karen, is this blog post seriously all about googly eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes.  Yes, it is.  Because they are awesome.  Especially when they have adhesive.  We've been having a wee bit more fun than you would imagine with these little guys around the house.  Andrew calls them "silly eyes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664560732139209378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--UDFkvlHpew/TpyP-UfIwqI/AAAAAAAAB3U/tG0Rr-6vApE/s320/IMG_2007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RbsoTAakJ1w/TpyP-INQBPI/AAAAAAAAB3I/3lG_AvqoVik/s1600/IMG_2004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664560728842962162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RbsoTAakJ1w/TpyP-INQBPI/AAAAAAAAB3I/3lG_AvqoVik/s320/IMG_2004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Willow Tree people finally have faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OXbosZoLdu8/TpyP9qRkgYI/AAAAAAAAB3A/EbrNBznXu5k/s1600/IMG_1948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664560720808018306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OXbosZoLdu8/TpyP9qRkgYI/AAAAAAAAB3A/EbrNBznXu5k/s320/IMG_1948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CFBdqnlGk4/TpyP9Y_bwLI/AAAAAAAAB2w/dWwwVK3Xq1M/s1600/IMG_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664560716168544434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CFBdqnlGk4/TpyP9Y_bwLI/AAAAAAAAB2w/dWwwVK3Xq1M/s320/IMG_1947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9N-uCKe13w/TpyOjmRSa3I/AAAAAAAAB2g/1T0t157xT3A/s1600/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; 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text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664559167426428098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bIszbbJi-6o/TpyOjPeifMI/AAAAAAAAB2M/19Bhog6P-y4/s320/IMG_1940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RfwyfgWG_I/TpyOioCOo-I/AAAAAAAAB2E/vE65Pmia24Y/s1600/IMG_1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664559156838704098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RfwyfgWG_I/TpyOioCOo-I/AAAAAAAAB2E/vE65Pmia24Y/s320/IMG_1942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-XUwXBfxV8/TpyOibwgcUI/AAAAAAAAB10/xukYxkQBESw/s1600/IMG_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664559153543147842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-XUwXBfxV8/TpyOibwgcUI/AAAAAAAAB10/xukYxkQBESw/s320/IMG_1943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-749218228965575490?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/749218228965575490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=749218228965575490&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/749218228965575490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/749218228965575490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/10/googly.html' title='Googly...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--UDFkvlHpew/TpyP-UfIwqI/AAAAAAAAB3U/tG0Rr-6vApE/s72-c/IMG_2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-1249366509469540735</id><published>2011-10-07T13:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:42:32.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is cracking me up.  Happy Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/view/Eahc7nc9mic3juwr"&gt;Click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-1249366509469540735?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1249366509469540735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=1249366509469540735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1249366509469540735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1249366509469540735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-2550071512525708089</id><published>2011-10-03T09:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:11:12.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n2Uui3q0lEQ/TonN5iEiDWI/AAAAAAAAB1U/OZFQNUPcl0U/s1600/IMG_1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n2Uui3q0lEQ/TonN5iEiDWI/AAAAAAAAB1U/OZFQNUPcl0U/s320/IMG_1880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659280795049790818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They hiding.  I show you."&lt;br /&gt;Andrew showed Brady his mad skillz.  He's (kind of) catching onto the concept of sharing, and I am SO glad!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nWisH0ykpOg/TonNntfdZwI/AAAAAAAAB1I/mvG56TAH--c/s1600/IMG_1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nWisH0ykpOg/TonNntfdZwI/AAAAAAAAB1I/mvG56TAH--c/s320/IMG_1865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659280488877876994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photographic evidence that I exist!  Doesn't she look thrilled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zEQrlOYE24w/TonNnEoldzI/AAAAAAAAB1A/KCoS9G7WT8I/s1600/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zEQrlOYE24w/TonNnEoldzI/AAAAAAAAB1A/KCoS9G7WT8I/s320/IMG_1852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659280477910300466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to play with Daddy this weekend!  It was awesome, and we all loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3bbPBBf6Pm4/TonNmzFOgjI/AAAAAAAAB04/tJfo-c2q6d0/s1600/IMG_1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3bbPBBf6Pm4/TonNmzFOgjI/AAAAAAAAB04/tJfo-c2q6d0/s320/IMG_1832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659280473198592562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of tickling, hugs, kisses, laughing, wrestling, and snuggling.  Awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MhEP62hlht4/TonNmWD7h5I/AAAAAAAAB0w/udPS4f2KHzs/s1600/IMG_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MhEP62hlht4/TonNmWD7h5I/AAAAAAAAB0w/udPS4f2KHzs/s320/IMG_1826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659280465408526226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh.  And modeling.  Lots of baby modeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fitwkELvggA/TonNmC0JgnI/AAAAAAAAB0o/ZK_u7C4g9Ik/s1600/IMG_1820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fitwkELvggA/TonNmC0JgnI/AAAAAAAAB0o/ZK_u7C4g9Ik/s320/IMG_1820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659280460242059890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of us got to eat mini M&amp;amp;Ms and hang around in nothing but our skivvies.  No worries, that was just Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qP3wKfRsQpY/TonMf9ZewUI/AAAAAAAAB0g/KtTFyYCTF40/s1600/IMG_1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qP3wKfRsQpY/TonMf9ZewUI/AAAAAAAAB0g/KtTFyYCTF40/s320/IMG_1798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659279256197185858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just chilled.  And it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV-4ApnR1zQ/TonMfVY4ZpI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/QnxXiKqLpD8/s1600/IMG_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV-4ApnR1zQ/TonMfVY4ZpI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/QnxXiKqLpD8/s320/IMG_1788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659279245457254034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew thought Emily was tickling him.  It's nice that he's started to kind of enjoy having her around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuDVWB3KsHs/TonMedFANoI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/c3pLKF2K5Qg/s1600/IMG_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuDVWB3KsHs/TonMedFANoI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/c3pLKF2K5Qg/s320/IMG_1787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659279230341494402" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ-lvMFfkRo/TonMcskcGwI/AAAAAAAAB0I/A_RNyF7XE-U/s1600/IMG_1772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ-lvMFfkRo/TonMcskcGwI/AAAAAAAAB0I/A_RNyF7XE-U/s320/IMG_1772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659279200140139266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He thought Uncle Aaron's headphones were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zqNucn5CL4Y/TonMcDzVaCI/AAAAAAAAB0A/ftm1ux85x4o/s1600/IMG_1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zqNucn5CL4Y/TonMcDzVaCI/AAAAAAAAB0A/ftm1ux85x4o/s320/IMG_1764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659279189196761122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.  Chilling.  Modeling.  Being too cute for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Mormon+General+Conference+Begins+Salt+Lake+5Z2JthPqljIl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 594px; height: 462px;" src="http://www1.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Mormon+General+Conference+Begins+Salt+Lake+5Z2JthPqljIl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly, we watched General Conference.  The prophet and apostles of our time came together to speak to us.  It was inspirational.  It was beautiful.  It oftentimes seemed like it was just for me.  I loved it.  I truly believe these men are called of God.  I believe that Jesus Christ is at the head of this church.  I feel so grateful. &lt;br /&gt;Andrew loved watching the "poppy" and tried to imitate him while he was speaking.  And I had a thought of him "following the prophet."  And my heart just yearned, hoping that he would always follow the prophet.  That he will always follow the Savior and trust in the Spirit to guide his life.  I hope this so much for children, and am so grateful that I can teach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.lds.org"&gt;www.lds.org&lt;/a&gt;  - Feel free to head here to watch Conference!!  You won't regret it.&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/1711183251811565907-2550071512525708089?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2550071512525708089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=2550071512525708089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/2550071512525708089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/2550071512525708089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-weekend.html' title='Our Weekend'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n2Uui3q0lEQ/TonN5iEiDWI/AAAAAAAAB1U/OZFQNUPcl0U/s72-c/IMG_1880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7576837068649815694</id><published>2011-09-30T11:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T11:55:08.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I See You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1b80BwFgNUc/ToX0E45CIRI/AAAAAAAABz4/RH6VrPK8t2s/s1600/IMG_1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658196871689150738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1b80BwFgNUc/ToX0E45CIRI/AAAAAAAABz4/RH6VrPK8t2s/s320/IMG_1654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1711183251811565907-7576837068649815694?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7576837068649815694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7576837068649815694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7576837068649815694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7576837068649815694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-see-you.html' title='I See You...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1b80BwFgNUc/ToX0E45CIRI/AAAAAAAABz4/RH6VrPK8t2s/s72-c/IMG_1654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-548935863395894945</id><published>2011-09-30T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T11:43:59.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah.  He's 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N13ruPX34YA/ToXw-aGKPOI/AAAAAAAABzw/GxqQ9_bkQro/s1600/IMG_1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658193461808610530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N13ruPX34YA/ToXw-aGKPOI/AAAAAAAABzw/GxqQ9_bkQro/s320/IMG_1758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4FTV0Z5CQ4/ToXw9zjOlRI/AAAAAAAABzo/fAwICR6e3GA/s1600/IMG_1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658193451461547282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4FTV0Z5CQ4/ToXw9zjOlRI/AAAAAAAABzo/fAwICR6e3GA/s320/IMG_1755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lesson learned.  Don't leave him alone.  Although apparently now I know what his veins look like on the inside.  I'm going to assume that's what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXmEOT4Ru3c/ToXw9VtrGaI/AAAAAAAABzg/Tn0-0ioWEx0/s1600/IMG_1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658193443452295586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXmEOT4Ru3c/ToXw9VtrGaI/AAAAAAAABzg/Tn0-0ioWEx0/s320/IMG_1647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While coloring, Andrew somehow managed to eat the crayon.  Yes.  Seriously.  He's very two this week.  I love that crazy kid.&lt;br /&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/1711183251811565907-548935863395894945?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/548935863395894945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=548935863395894945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/548935863395894945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/548935863395894945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/09/yeah-hes-2.html' title='Yeah.  He&apos;s 2.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N13ruPX34YA/ToXw-aGKPOI/AAAAAAAABzw/GxqQ9_bkQro/s72-c/IMG_1758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-1682047499526371210</id><published>2011-09-22T15:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:32:30.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ24Q92Wzsg/TnuaQ-_niII/AAAAAAAAByg/XK57iw9oV-U/s1600/IMG_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655283373672204418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ24Q92Wzsg/TnuaQ-_niII/AAAAAAAAByg/XK57iw9oV-U/s320/IMG_1607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three months ago, we welcomed a little piece of sunshine into our home.  Since then, we have grown to love her more and more each day.  We are a lucky to have little Miss Emily in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7ba0tKYE3A/TnuaQNpAPCI/AAAAAAAAByY/VtUaHpTnSrk/s1600/IMG_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655283360424016930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7ba0tKYE3A/TnuaQNpAPCI/AAAAAAAAByY/VtUaHpTnSrk/s320/IMG_1611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4D2RnQbGvgo/TnuaPgeIloI/AAAAAAAAByQ/yd7y2szeugo/s1600/IMG_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655283348298831490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4D2RnQbGvgo/TnuaPgeIloI/AAAAAAAAByQ/yd7y2szeugo/s320/IMG_1610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLFliRc_uR8/TnuYzuVKtDI/AAAAAAAAByI/F9v_HmKwF1A/s1600/IMG_1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655281771471352882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLFliRc_uR8/TnuYzuVKtDI/AAAAAAAAByI/F9v_HmKwF1A/s320/IMG_1584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTpkBUkPvng/TnuYzL3ofkI/AAAAAAAAByA/F0XGCPCjWcc/s1600/IMG_1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655281762220670530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTpkBUkPvng/TnuYzL3ofkI/AAAAAAAAByA/F0XGCPCjWcc/s320/IMG_1583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__M7_3gNKfs/TnuYyhUsZOI/AAAAAAAABx4/fMn_PUJO4d8/s1600/IMG_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655281750799836386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__M7_3gNKfs/TnuYyhUsZOI/AAAAAAAABx4/fMn_PUJO4d8/s320/IMG_1580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qtmBx-Hlqg8/TnuYx1diWCI/AAAAAAAABxw/PF61wzCvwyU/s1600/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655281739025766434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qtmBx-Hlqg8/TnuYx1diWCI/AAAAAAAABxw/PF61wzCvwyU/s320/IMG_1571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She can even play games with Uncle Aaron! :)&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/1711183251811565907-1682047499526371210?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1682047499526371210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=1682047499526371210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1682047499526371210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1682047499526371210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/09/3-months.html' title='3 Months'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ24Q92Wzsg/TnuaQ-_niII/AAAAAAAAByg/XK57iw9oV-U/s72-c/IMG_1607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-124215060872687811</id><published>2011-09-22T14:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:08:29.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And What Do We Have Here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRnewVnqSrc/TnuVAA8VMQI/AAAAAAAABxg/4Uia2fXsQ0U/s1600/IMG_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655277584579375362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRnewVnqSrc/TnuVAA8VMQI/AAAAAAAABxg/4Uia2fXsQ0U/s320/IMG_1558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7TulgnW_bdU/TnuU_sFQ7LI/AAAAAAAABxY/PpfDONaPCb8/s1600/IMG_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655277578979699890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7TulgnW_bdU/TnuU_sFQ7LI/AAAAAAAABxY/PpfDONaPCb8/s320/IMG_1559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is interesting with a two year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-124215060872687811?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/124215060872687811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=124215060872687811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/124215060872687811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/124215060872687811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-what-do-we-have-here.html' title='And What Do We Have Here....'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRnewVnqSrc/TnuVAA8VMQI/AAAAAAAABxg/4Uia2fXsQ0U/s72-c/IMG_1558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-3132219719080665724</id><published>2011-09-20T19:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:10:23.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feFI96zDWCQ/Tnk26JQTHJI/AAAAAAAABxQ/m7pFPYF2cXc/s1600/IMG_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654611179684961426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feFI96zDWCQ/Tnk26JQTHJI/AAAAAAAABxQ/m7pFPYF2cXc/s320/IMG_1542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; of the cookbooks I have checked out from the library right now.  There are pages and pages of cookbooks you can put on hold.  I might be a wee bit obsessed with cooking lately.  Whoopsie.  But I don't think my family is complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6attJFQ8-RM/Tnk25f0UyQI/AAAAAAAABxI/BY9a6wQiqeE/s1600/IMG_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654611168561776898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6attJFQ8-RM/Tnk25f0UyQI/AAAAAAAABxI/BY9a6wQiqeE/s320/IMG_1551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No.  They seem pretty happy lately.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned that I feel pretty lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-3132219719080665724?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3132219719080665724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=3132219719080665724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3132219719080665724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3132219719080665724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/09/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feFI96zDWCQ/Tnk26JQTHJI/AAAAAAAABxQ/m7pFPYF2cXc/s72-c/IMG_1542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-3933923781252822712</id><published>2011-09-19T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:01:01.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling into Autumn....and Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31EDuVXCtrg/TneK86z8TqI/AAAAAAAABxA/ZKPwIMEEEtI/s1600/IMG_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654140636370849442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31EDuVXCtrg/TneK86z8TqI/AAAAAAAABxA/ZKPwIMEEEtI/s320/IMG_1523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went on a walk on Saturday morning.  There's an apple tree near our house with a sign saying "Free Apples."  We grabbed a little one for Andrew, and he thought it was the best thing ever.  He ate it, core and all.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr_ECFq-sKQ/TneK8SzUhxI/AAAAAAAABw4/jSezJ4rBJIc/s1600/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654140625630824210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr_ECFq-sKQ/TneK8SzUhxI/AAAAAAAABw4/jSezJ4rBJIc/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't she look adorable?  Gotta love that little tyke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mk0sov3Ytsc/TneK8E5a0iI/AAAAAAAABww/1lLINvv3JZc/s1600/IMG_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654140621898306082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mk0sov3Ytsc/TneK8E5a0iI/AAAAAAAABww/1lLINvv3JZc/s320/IMG_1520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a little chilly, so we bundled them up and set out.  We had a good time, Andrew most of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-buqaDlKS9So/TneK75r7NWI/AAAAAAAABwo/O-TJf2LGQsY/s1600/IMG_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654140618888918370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-buqaDlKS9So/TneK75r7NWI/AAAAAAAABwo/O-TJf2LGQsY/s320/IMG_1519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Mike in this picture.  He looks like a model or something. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F7aFB347Qpk/TneK7fWQ4II/AAAAAAAABwg/NNB_myRbIJ8/s1600/IMG_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654140611818741890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F7aFB347Qpk/TneK7fWQ4II/AAAAAAAABwg/NNB_myRbIJ8/s320/IMG_1506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew LOVES to help me cook.  I was making dinner the other day, and he stood there with a table knife "cutting" up some vegetables and eating apples and oranges along the way.  He watched a cooking show with me a couple weeks ago and since then has been putting on his own little cooking shows.  It has been hilarious and so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLdQ-9HjFZI/TneJ8ZKz_yI/AAAAAAAABwY/uPThzN3enMA/s1600/IMG_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654139527828340514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLdQ-9HjFZI/TneJ8ZKz_yI/AAAAAAAABwY/uPThzN3enMA/s320/IMG_1536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't these fruits and veggies look amazing?  I just love the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654139516808704514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FrY3Mtdf1DE/TneJ7wHhsgI/AAAAAAAABwQ/QpL1HiRwuAk/s320/IMG_1491.JPG" /&gt;One of my favorite things about Emily is that she holds onto material when she's sleepy.  Is there anything sweeter than a little girl with her blankie and pacifier?  I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBdzebL875A/TneJ7fwMozI/AAAAAAAABwI/bMHBdCNMrsA/s1600/IMG_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654139512415888178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBdzebL875A/TneJ7fwMozI/AAAAAAAABwI/bMHBdCNMrsA/s320/IMG_1490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Further proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VcS3X1yqRmw/TneJ6tgMRII/AAAAAAAABwA/d77bArG4tm8/s1600/IMG_1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654139498926982274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VcS3X1yqRmw/TneJ6tgMRII/AAAAAAAABwA/d77bArG4tm8/s320/IMG_1489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 People.  Cute, cute, and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-911RFMh0wGI/TneJ6agewWI/AAAAAAAABv4/CKLpu4jyRDQ/s1600/IMG_1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654139493827920226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-911RFMh0wGI/TneJ6agewWI/AAAAAAAABv4/CKLpu4jyRDQ/s320/IMG_1487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet little family.&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/1711183251811565907-3933923781252822712?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3933923781252822712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=3933923781252822712&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3933923781252822712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3933923781252822712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/09/falling-into-autumnand-cooking.html' title='Falling into Autumn....and Cooking'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31EDuVXCtrg/TneK86z8TqI/AAAAAAAABxA/ZKPwIMEEEtI/s72-c/IMG_1523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7927506437735673494</id><published>2011-09-15T15:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T15:59:44.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fs5dj7paMrE/TnJhNxmy1nI/AAAAAAAABvY/ofr3hAc_gSo/s1600/IMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652687371585640050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fs5dj7paMrE/TnJhNxmy1nI/AAAAAAAABvY/ofr3hAc_gSo/s320/IMG_1475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is no doubt in my mind.  This is my favorite little girl.  Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emily's loves:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.  Mommy and Daddy - She loves to smile at us, to hold our hands, and to just generally be with us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.  Watching Andrew - She is a brave girl, and has gotten over her (legitimate) fear that Andrew might accidently crush her tiny skull during his playtime.  She LOVES to just sit and watch him while he's running around, and smiles like crazy anytime he comes by.  I can't wait for them to become buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IOJZiLTugJg/TnJg25Nc24I/AAAAAAAABvQ/CTkJ7Fdf9Xo/s1600/IMG_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652686978489834370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IOJZiLTugJg/TnJg25Nc24I/AAAAAAAABvQ/CTkJ7Fdf9Xo/s320/IMG_1484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3.  Eating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.  The ceiling fan.  It's about her favorite thing.  As soon as we lay her on our bed, she looks up smiling.  If the fan isn't on, she looks disappointed until we turn it on.  She's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNYbqIF0dZc/TnJg2k9NtoI/AAAAAAAABvI/ZxW-Dmleoco/s1600/IMG_1477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652686973053023874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNYbqIF0dZc/TnJg2k9NtoI/AAAAAAAABvI/ZxW-Dmleoco/s320/IMG_1477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5.  She loves to be talked to.  She gives huge smiles and talks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOLA-C78ly0/TnJg2Btn1YI/AAAAAAAABvA/kfxtoVRLDlc/s1600/IMG_1472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652686963592385922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOLA-C78ly0/TnJg2Btn1YI/AAAAAAAABvA/kfxtoVRLDlc/s320/IMG_1472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Sticking out her tongue.  She loves to do it and have us do it back at her.  She also loves when we say, "There's your tounge, tounge, tounge!"  I don't know why or how it started, but she's a happy little gal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CL6iJqaJlYo/TnJg0xg639I/AAAAAAAABuw/-czyOlK3pL8/s1600/IMG_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652686942064271314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CL6iJqaJlYo/TnJg0xg639I/AAAAAAAABuw/-czyOlK3pL8/s320/IMG_1469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just are absolutely smitten with this little sweetie!!!&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/1711183251811565907-7927506437735673494?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7927506437735673494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7927506437735673494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7927506437735673494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7927506437735673494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fs5dj7paMrE/TnJhNxmy1nI/AAAAAAAABvY/ofr3hAc_gSo/s72-c/IMG_1475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-9026142692102574083</id><published>2011-09-08T15:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T15:08:32.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've decided to start a second blog.  No, I don't think that you have nothing better to do than to read about me and my family all day.  The new blog will be what I'm doing in my home to make it more....home-y.  Organizing, cleaning, decorating, and cooking.  Mostly cooking.  I seriously seriously love cooking.  So feel free to check it out if you want! :)  &lt;a href="http://www.domesticallydorky.blogspot.com"&gt;www.domesticallydorky.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-9026142692102574083?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/9026142692102574083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=9026142692102574083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/9026142692102574083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/9026142692102574083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7069339218969437959</id><published>2011-09-04T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:45:53.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Fix</title><content type='html'>For those of you looking for your Emily fix, here ya go.  The tiniest member of our crew is growing so fast, and we love her more each day!!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jla7B9AUn_4/TmQ3SpYVtFI/AAAAAAAABtw/-bNa_xyykAk/s1600/IMG_1202.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jla7B9AUn_4/TmQ3SpYVtFI/AAAAAAAABtw/-bNa_xyykAk/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648700626114557010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LS00WmIAiKY/TmQ3SVVx8qI/AAAAAAAABto/q8w7tubfwSE/s1600/IMG_1190.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LS00WmIAiKY/TmQ3SVVx8qI/AAAAAAAABto/q8w7tubfwSE/s320/IMG_1190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648700620735115938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Face she makes when she gets surprised.  Here was her reaction to her daddy sneezing.  I crack up every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VaDOunKxUTs/TmQ3SJ_OQkI/AAAAAAAABtg/1qW2hJgO15c/s1600/IMG_1144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VaDOunKxUTs/TmQ3SJ_OQkI/AAAAAAAABtg/1qW2hJgO15c/s320/IMG_1144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648700617687712322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting in a Bumbo seat for the first time!  That's her buddy Brady in the background.   His little face is too adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-7069339218969437959?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7069339218969437959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7069339218969437959&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7069339218969437959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7069339218969437959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/09/emily-fix.html' title='Emily Fix'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jla7B9AUn_4/TmQ3SpYVtFI/AAAAAAAABtw/-bNa_xyykAk/s72-c/IMG_1202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-3236161387213469637</id><published>2011-09-02T19:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:26:16.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Sir, May I Have Some More?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Food recipes? Sure thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know. But we've just been eating some really yummy stuff lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmGr54g5lXY/TmQwxhiafbI/AAAAAAAABtY/BzSD9uyq84c/s1600/IMG_1142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmGr54g5lXY/TmQwxhiafbI/AAAAAAAABtY/BzSD9uyq84c/s320/IMG_1142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648693460003880370"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I invented a little sauce to go with pears.  Now, I didn't poach my own pear or anything.  It would have been amazing if I had, but I had not the time nor the energy nor the know-how.  So I used canned pears.  And it was still yummy.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the "sauce" (or whatever you want to call it) I just put some Greek yogurt (any plain yogurt would do) with cinnamon and sugar, and a dash of lemon juice.  That's it.  It's a little tart, but the sweetness in the pear really compliments the acidity and tartness.  Sorry, I have no measurements.  It was kind of weird, but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--HcojtYSOO8/TmQwxDr_sWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/M9GGvZeqQ8w/s1600/IMG_1138.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--HcojtYSOO8/TmQwxDr_sWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/M9GGvZeqQ8w/s320/IMG_1138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648693451991003490"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love asparagus.  I mean L-U-V &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; the stuff.  I had never cooked it this way, but I really loved it.  It was a little crisp, and the flavors were amazing.  I loved this and I will be doing it again this week.  The recipe calls for vegetable oil, but I used olive oil.  I think you can use any oil you want for this.  Delicious stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sesame Stir-Fried Asparagus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tbsp vegetable oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp Asian sesame oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 lb thin asparagus, trimmed and cut on diagonal into 1" peices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tbsp. sesame seeds, toasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 10" skillet, heat oils over high heat until hot.  Add asparagus and sprinkle with salt; cook, stirring frequently until tender-crisp, about 5 minutes.  Transfer to serving bowl and sprinkle with toasted sesame seeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-3236161387213469637?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3236161387213469637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=3236161387213469637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3236161387213469637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3236161387213469637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/09/please-sir-may-i-have-some-more.html' title='Please Sir, May I Have Some More?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmGr54g5lXY/TmQwxhiafbI/AAAAAAAABtY/BzSD9uyq84c/s72-c/IMG_1142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7263473760901463567</id><published>2011-08-31T16:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:18:29.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thing of Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eytev7yF89Q/Tl6isqHi7iI/AAAAAAAABtI/PbjcUe5RB-w/s1600/IMG_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647129870873062946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eytev7yF89Q/Tl6isqHi7iI/AAAAAAAABtI/PbjcUe5RB-w/s320/IMG_1136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cobb Salad?  Oh my gosh.  Yes, please!!!  I had always avoided it for some reason, but when we decided to make it, we were shocked at how much we loved it!!  It was GORGEOUS, and the avocado and egg made it creamy enough that you didn't need much dressing.  I think next time I will put in some celery and cucumber just to make it a little crunchier.  This time we had a bed of romaine lettuce with egg, avocado, cheddar cheese, green onions, tomato, chicken, and bacon.  The dressing was Ranch dressing mixed with a little BBQ sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LvYfXjIJA7E/Tl6isW_kKJI/AAAAAAAABtA/JIxWjmcu6gs/s1600/IMG_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647129865739315346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LvYfXjIJA7E/Tl6isW_kKJI/AAAAAAAABtA/JIxWjmcu6gs/s320/IMG_1134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delicious.  Seriously, seriously delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXdran2nLWY/Tl6isA9w2MI/AAAAAAAABs4/kLu_hAU12_A/s1600/IMG_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647129859826178242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXdran2nLWY/Tl6isA9w2MI/AAAAAAAABs4/kLu_hAU12_A/s320/IMG_1133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three pictures of a salad?  Yes, yes ma'am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause it is absolutely gorgeous.&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/1711183251811565907-7263473760901463567?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7263473760901463567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7263473760901463567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7263473760901463567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7263473760901463567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/08/thing-of-beauty.html' title='A Thing of Beauty'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eytev7yF89Q/Tl6isqHi7iI/AAAAAAAABtI/PbjcUe5RB-w/s72-c/IMG_1136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-8035335114770325248</id><published>2011-08-31T10:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:21:43.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zfC_KHgmkI&amp;amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zfC_KHgmkI&amp;amp;feature=relmfu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a huge Elmo fan.  This is true, but Elmo dancing on the moon?  It made me laugh out loud.  Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-8035335114770325248?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8035335114770325248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=8035335114770325248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8035335114770325248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8035335114770325248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/08/elmo-dancing.html' title='Elmo Dancing'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-3885123516755578591</id><published>2011-08-30T09:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T14:35:57.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Food Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_geE35Bikloo/SfrzmisZ8MI/AAAAAAAACSk/TesMfpoAe_4/s400/DSC05921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_geE35Bikloo/SfrzmisZ8MI/AAAAAAAACSk/TesMfpoAe_4/s400/DSC05921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you're in St. Louis, you should definitely hit these places.  One is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uno's&lt;/span&gt; Chicago Grill (obviously you could do that in Chicago also!).  This pizza is amazing.  The cheese is so amazingly gooey, and there are tons of amazing toppings (or really it's more like fillings because the pie is so thick.)  Try it.  But know that one piece will fill you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d22nv2k05ynu7x.cloudfront.net/deal_images/deal/20-to-spend-on-cupcakes-or-cafe-food-and-drink-1300274296_fixedheight_display_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 372px; height: 264px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://d22nv2k05ynu7x.cloudfront.net/deal_images/deal/20-to-spend-on-cupcakes-or-cafe-food-and-drink-1300274296_fixedheight_display_image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jilly's Cupcake Bar?  Heck.  Yes.  Beautiful, amazing, delicious cupcakes.  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-onVIhQ1Pp2k/Tl01AMceTLI/AAAAAAAABsw/buuYC0XDDEI/s1600/IMG_1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646727785249393842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-onVIhQ1Pp2k/Tl01AMceTLI/AAAAAAAABsw/buuYC0XDDEI/s320/IMG_1112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gyro Company.  This is the absolute best thing you could ever put in your face.  This is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Doner&lt;/span&gt; Kabob.  It's delicious gyro meat with lettuce, tomato, onion, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tzatziki&lt;/span&gt; sauce inside a Bosnian &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;flat bread&lt;/span&gt;.  I'd been craving one of these puppies for over a year, and it only amplified when I was pregnant with Emily.  I was finally able to get one this week, and my taste buds have been thanking me ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ourordinarylife.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/SweetTomatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 378px; height: 172px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.ourordinarylife.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/SweetTomatoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fresh, beautiful salads and vegetables.  Delicious, flavorful soup.  Light, interesting, amazing breads.  More please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/13/e7/d9/ted-drewes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 550px; height: 412px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/13/e7/d9/ted-drewes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, a St. Louis icon.  Ted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Drewes&lt;/span&gt; is the absolute best treat you could come up with.  Mike and I shared a Big Apple concrete yesterday.  It is the perfect combination of apple pie and custard.  You never feel like you only have a bite of JUST pie or JUST ice cream.   It's smooth, creamy, perfectly sweet.....amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right, folks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in food heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and please don't &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;resuscitate&lt;/font&gt; me.&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/1711183251811565907-3885123516755578591?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3885123516755578591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=3885123516755578591&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3885123516755578591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3885123516755578591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-in-food-heaven.html' title='I&apos;m in Food Heaven'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_geE35Bikloo/SfrzmisZ8MI/AAAAAAAACSk/TesMfpoAe_4/s72-c/DSC05921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-5675743010442545010</id><published>2011-08-26T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T21:30:02.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Laugh A Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVlLG780Tks/TlhVukAZYdI/AAAAAAAABso/ZAKZTbOXxks/s1600/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645356391336600018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVlLG780Tks/TlhVukAZYdI/AAAAAAAABso/ZAKZTbOXxks/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kid is seriously a laugh a minute!!!  Yesterday I was feeling horrible that the poor kid has been stuck in the house all summer, so we went to Lend and Learn and then to get burgers (his obsession - seriously.)  He hasn't had fast food very much, since we don't eat out very often anymore.  Anyway, I pulled up and ordered him a burger.  As I pulled forward to pay, I heard a little voice from the back say, "No fwies?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed for about 5 minutes.  I don't know why it struck me so funny, but I sure do love that little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-5675743010442545010?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5675743010442545010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=5675743010442545010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5675743010442545010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5675743010442545010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/08/laugh-minute.html' title='A Laugh A Minute'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVlLG780Tks/TlhVukAZYdI/AAAAAAAABso/ZAKZTbOXxks/s72-c/IMG_1062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-9013619133815081197</id><published>2011-08-25T14:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:35:23.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Face...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ufi_GA4Iziw/TlaiFGDUUAI/AAAAAAAABsg/dbHqSB2sgNU/s1600/IMG_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644877391363067906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ufi_GA4Iziw/TlaiFGDUUAI/AAAAAAAABsg/dbHqSB2sgNU/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As cute as these kids are (and heaven knows they are sooo cute), they can definitely make some weird faces when the camera is on them.  These are just a few of the gems from the last couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qsGFHr8O7_I/TlagaOgx2TI/AAAAAAAABsY/ArUXTxYp_I8/s1600/IMG_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644875555388119346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qsGFHr8O7_I/TlagaOgx2TI/AAAAAAAABsY/ArUXTxYp_I8/s320/IMG_1017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30_sET4evK4/TlagZg481LI/AAAAAAAABsQ/sXWuSoVlkfc/s1600/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644875543141471410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30_sET4evK4/TlagZg481LI/AAAAAAAABsQ/sXWuSoVlkfc/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yYJTO6DiwsY/TlagYxLBDvI/AAAAAAAABsI/BzSz3FbU5PI/s1600/IMG_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644875530332344050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yYJTO6DiwsY/TlagYxLBDvI/AAAAAAAABsI/BzSz3FbU5PI/s320/IMG_0941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dT2xzAlRadk/TlagYue9n9I/AAAAAAAABsA/Qst9gT8SquE/s1600/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644875529610698706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dT2xzAlRadk/TlagYue9n9I/AAAAAAAABsA/Qst9gT8SquE/s320/IMG_0930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3odbIh9eLM/TlagVwra60I/AAAAAAAABr4/Qp1vmVd_vmc/s1600/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644875478660213570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3odbIh9eLM/TlagVwra60I/AAAAAAAABr4/Qp1vmVd_vmc/s320/IMG_0895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-9013619133815081197?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/9013619133815081197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=9013619133815081197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/9013619133815081197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/9013619133815081197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/08/funny-face.html' title='Funny Face...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ufi_GA4Iziw/TlaiFGDUUAI/AAAAAAAABsg/dbHqSB2sgNU/s72-c/IMG_0835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-8521447559398035649</id><published>2011-08-24T13:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:53:04.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Croque Monsieur...It's What's for Dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQPJvJq-ACo/TlVC94bKgmI/AAAAAAAABrw/7n4VO8Ia45s/s1600/IMG_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644491338864558690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQPJvJq-ACo/TlVC94bKgmI/AAAAAAAABrw/7n4VO8Ia45s/s320/IMG_1068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...I've really been excited by cooking again lately.  I mean, I always love cooking, but recently I've been EXCITED to make dinner.  I've checked out a million and one cookbooks from the library and have been collecting recipes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictured above was dinner last night.  Croque Monsieur and Roasted Broccoli.  Believe me, it looks pretty, but it tasted even better.  The broccoli was a major shock, because I didn't think it would be anything amazing since it was so simple and healthy.  It was slightly crunchy, with a terrific roasted flavor.  Roasting the broccoli really just gave it the extra oomph that made it spectacular.  The Croque Monsieur was also pretty healthy, and the flavors just kind of exploded in your mouth.  Loved this dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Croque Monsieur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Cut 4 slices of French bread.  Cut slice in bread to form a pocket.  Spread 1 tsp honey mustard into each pocket.  Put 2 oz. thinly sliced ham and 1 slice Swiss cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Combine 1/2 cup milk and 3 large egg whites in a shallow bowl; stir with a whisk.  Dip sandwiches in milk mixture, turning to coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Heat a skillet over medium-high head; coat with cooking spray.  Cook 3 minutes on each side or until golden brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oven-Roasted Broccoli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4-5 c broccoli, cleaned and stems trimmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 tbsp olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/8 tsp black pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-2 tbsp shredded Parmesan cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Preheat oven to 425 degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Place broccoli on foil-lined baking sheet.  Drizzle with oil and toss to coat and combine.  Sprinkle with salt and pepper.  Bake 15-20 minutes or until stems are golden brown and slightly crisp-looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Remove broccoli and immediately sprinkle with Parmesan cheese.  Toss and serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make it.  You won't regret it!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-8521447559398035649?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8521447559398035649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=8521447559398035649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8521447559398035649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8521447559398035649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/08/croque-monsieurits-whats-for-dinner.html' title='Croque Monsieur...It&apos;s What&apos;s for Dinner!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQPJvJq-ACo/TlVC94bKgmI/AAAAAAAABrw/7n4VO8Ia45s/s72-c/IMG_1068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-6759368040519071101</id><published>2011-08-22T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T14:05:14.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Loves?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.buzzle.com/img/articleImages/7113-48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 270px; height: 350px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.buzzle.com/img/articleImages/7113-48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't even want to think about how much money I've spent on cherries in the last couple of months.  They are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QNENWdso4c8/TGmplJ5kW7I/AAAAAAAAAmk/BYoCltLbqgY/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 502px; height: 311px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QNENWdso4c8/TGmplJ5kW7I/AAAAAAAAAmk/BYoCltLbqgY/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breyer's Grasshopper Pie Ice Cream.  It's about the best thing I've put in my face...ever.  The cookies are soft, it's just the right amount of mint, and oh my gosh.  It's wonderful.  And it's limited edition?  It'll be a sad day for ice cream lovers when this goes off the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-6759368040519071101?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6759368040519071101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=6759368040519071101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6759368040519071101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6759368040519071101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-loves.html' title='New Loves?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QNENWdso4c8/TGmplJ5kW7I/AAAAAAAAAmk/BYoCltLbqgY/s72-c/IMG_0132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-1576703505833859460</id><published>2011-08-14T22:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T22:20:13.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This Friday was finally nice out!  We've been having a serious heat wave lately, and so we were so glad that it was okay to get out with our kids.  We took advantage of it and went to the park, just the four of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am with my big guy, Andrew.  He and I were singing and swinging on the big kid swings.  This is a moment I'll never forget.  I love spending time with Andrew.  I just love that kid with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuAlj4N0C0o/TkiPfQadfpI/AAAAAAAABro/YdSrcArAklU/s1600/IMG_0905.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuAlj4N0C0o/TkiPfQadfpI/AAAAAAAABro/YdSrcArAklU/s320/IMG_0905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640916300426215058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is getting so big.  I'm so proud of my crazy guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ewb795EsKkY/TkiPfOc7l4I/AAAAAAAABrg/554xUlPnMFo/s1600/IMG_0893.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ewb795EsKkY/TkiPfOc7l4I/AAAAAAAABrg/554xUlPnMFo/s320/IMG_0893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640916299899705218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My two favorite boys.  They are buddies, and they're my buddies.  We had such a fun time at the park and I hope we can always have this much fun! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqj2sGo_LtI/TkiPeloLDzI/AAAAAAAABrY/WK8oxZwoQVs/s1600/IMG_0868.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqj2sGo_LtI/TkiPeloLDzI/AAAAAAAABrY/WK8oxZwoQVs/s320/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640916288941002546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-1576703505833859460?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1576703505833859460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=1576703505833859460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1576703505833859460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1576703505833859460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/08/park-days.html' title='Park Days'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuAlj4N0C0o/TkiPfQadfpI/AAAAAAAABro/YdSrcArAklU/s72-c/IMG_0905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-8499683702945171404</id><published>2011-08-14T21:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T22:12:19.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girly girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GiaPnY4t2w/TkiNqf0l1BI/AAAAAAAABrQ/zXvDLC0KGNY/s1600/IMG_0973.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GiaPnY4t2w/TkiNqf0l1BI/AAAAAAAABrQ/zXvDLC0KGNY/s320/IMG_0973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640914294517650450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily will be 8 weeks on Wednesday.  It's hard to believe, but she is definitely leaving behind the newborn look.  We love her so much.  She's calm, sweet, and has the funniest facial expressions.  She definitely lets us know what she's thinking!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9gI6L2sNyWw/TkiMEx2lO9I/AAAAAAAABrI/n09_dnBG3s4/s1600/IMG_0964.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9gI6L2sNyWw/TkiMEx2lO9I/AAAAAAAABrI/n09_dnBG3s4/s320/IMG_0964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640912547011181522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love love love this smiley girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQdnV4ceGsM/TkiMEU_V7HI/AAAAAAAABrA/qO_zETet9RM/s1600/IMG_0942.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQdnV4ceGsM/TkiMEU_V7HI/AAAAAAAABrA/qO_zETet9RM/s320/IMG_0942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640912539263298674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZUZ6WgWLbA/TkiMEIAQZEI/AAAAAAAABq4/IX6hElGGlD0/s1600/IMG_0837.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZUZ6WgWLbA/TkiMEIAQZEI/AAAAAAAABq4/IX6hElGGlD0/s320/IMG_0837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640912535777469506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3Kv3GA2Cek/TkiMD7TdIOI/AAAAAAAABqw/DXWuG_L-nKQ/s1600/IMG_0836.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3Kv3GA2Cek/TkiMD7TdIOI/AAAAAAAABqw/DXWuG_L-nKQ/s320/IMG_0836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640912532368335074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dance moves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYOUlvoL3tI/TkiMDii-t8I/AAAAAAAABqo/68OWyBI4MXQ/s1600/IMG_0835.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYOUlvoL3tI/TkiMDii-t8I/AAAAAAAABqo/68OWyBI4MXQ/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640912525722564546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I caught her in the middle of talking.  Hilarious!&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/1711183251811565907-8499683702945171404?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8499683702945171404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=8499683702945171404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8499683702945171404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8499683702945171404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/08/girly-girl.html' title='Girly girl'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GiaPnY4t2w/TkiNqf0l1BI/AAAAAAAABrQ/zXvDLC0KGNY/s72-c/IMG_0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-8236892806134764113</id><published>2011-08-05T21:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T21:45:37.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates from the Jacobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eD4q2FJxquc/Tjym4Y5FCiI/AAAAAAAABqg/vGs-98HiG3I/s1600/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564321245760034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eD4q2FJxquc/Tjym4Y5FCiI/AAAAAAAABqg/vGs-98HiG3I/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily meeting my Aunt Wanda and Uncle David.  Boy do I wish we still lived close by them!!!  I love and miss them like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, yes.  We are alive.  And busy.  That's life, huh?  Andrew has become quite the parrot.  He is finally taking an interest in talking and has therefore become a little parrot.  He says the cutest things, has been really singing along, and has just generally been cracking us up (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvrn799qPIM/Tjym31AJMWI/AAAAAAAABqY/rwrFu5hC5pc/s1600/IMG_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564311611715938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvrn799qPIM/Tjym31AJMWI/AAAAAAAABqY/rwrFu5hC5pc/s320/IMG_0697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is such a handsome little guy.  He loves to help Emily.  He can always be counted on to tell me the instant she starts crying.  His shirt here says "Worlds Best Brother" and he is becoming a very good brother now that the jealousy is starting to wear off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3_ID2wkVco/Tjym3VjLAPI/AAAAAAAABqQ/1FbOg-lSKBY/s1600/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564303168700658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3_ID2wkVco/Tjym3VjLAPI/AAAAAAAABqQ/1FbOg-lSKBY/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily has the cutest facial expressions.  This one is her "that's amusing so you'll get a tiny little pleased face, but not funny enough to get a big nose wrinkling smile".  She is now 6 weeks old (amazing and so crazy all at once).  She's sweet, funny, and such a calm little one.  We are so proud to have another amazing kid here in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_hA3pzdx4o/Tjym2z97AfI/AAAAAAAABqI/OyIVahDBBME/s1600/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564294154093042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_hA3pzdx4o/Tjym2z97AfI/AAAAAAAABqI/OyIVahDBBME/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love having a boy.  A lot.  And let me tell you, I am completely digging having a little girl.  Is there anything sweeter than a little gal in pink and white?  I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EkIjatRHO-U/Tjym2YL-EpI/AAAAAAAABqA/yBYyWxhQJvE/s1600/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564286696821394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EkIjatRHO-U/Tjym2YL-EpI/AAAAAAAABqA/yBYyWxhQJvE/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiny one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also called as the Young Women president a couple weeks ago.  AHHHH!!!!!  I am nervous, but so excited.  I really love working with the Youth, and am already loving these girls.  They are amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to eat healthier.  Here is a veggie wheat spaghetti.  It's eggplant, tomatoes, zucchini, onion, parmesan cheese, some spices, and a little olive oil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MK5CC4tx3UI/Tjyl4I5FslI/AAAAAAAABp4/2MhrsxT5ETQ/s1600/IMG_0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637563217439208018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MK5CC4tx3UI/Tjyl4I5FslI/AAAAAAAABp4/2MhrsxT5ETQ/s320/IMG_0652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't vegetables beautiful?  I couldn't resist getting a shot of the zucchini cooking.  So vibrant and so yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oFUpuhHi8HM/Tjyl3m6_qFI/AAAAAAAABpw/saGMApC9JgU/s1600/IMG_0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637563208320395346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oFUpuhHi8HM/Tjyl3m6_qFI/AAAAAAAABpw/saGMApC9JgU/s320/IMG_0647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the onions and banana peppers cooking.  So pretty.  I love all the different colors you can cook with. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Grl_fgJKCo0/Tjyl3RprQBI/AAAAAAAABpo/Y6LRiWg0A9U/s1600/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637563202610610194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Grl_fgJKCo0/Tjyl3RprQBI/AAAAAAAABpo/Y6LRiWg0A9U/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's breakfast the other day - green smoothies.  Fruit, spinach, yogurt, and juice.  Nutritious and delicious.  Such a good way to get veggies into Andrew.  (The only way right now.  Sigh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZa5DdNQxb4/Tjyl2RRQtTI/AAAAAAAABpY/562uXxcLSJA/s1600/IMG_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637563185328338226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZa5DdNQxb4/Tjyl2RRQtTI/AAAAAAAABpY/562uXxcLSJA/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily also got to meet her great-grandma Peat.  They took to each other right away.  Don't you just love family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IME71vAaTqo/Tjyk-DJLDDI/AAAAAAAABpQ/jnJtWzQac8c/s1600/IMG_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637562219463642162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IME71vAaTqo/Tjyk-DJLDDI/AAAAAAAABpQ/jnJtWzQac8c/s320/IMG_0695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's my funny boy writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOFBkULfo4w/Tjyk90KlcLI/AAAAAAAABpI/hYg04EZhCFk/s1600/IMG_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637562215443034290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOFBkULfo4w/Tjyk90KlcLI/AAAAAAAABpI/hYg04EZhCFk/s320/IMG_0633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture just about makes me cry every time I look at it.  She is such a special little gal, and we feel so lucky to have this fun, sweet little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5JWr8r7ij34/Tjyk9UNgmaI/AAAAAAAABpA/KDO1yK3pvO8/s1600/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637562206865365410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5JWr8r7ij34/Tjyk9UNgmaI/AAAAAAAABpA/KDO1yK3pvO8/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made a jello poke cake for the missionaries and the Bells when they came over for dinner.  Make a cake, poke holes in it, dissolve 2 jello packets in 2 cups boiling water, pour over the cake, then cool.  Then add cool whip to the top.  So yummy and so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WiH2F1sMv1Y/Tjyk87xDy0I/AAAAAAAABo4/b_ggZnsjII8/s1600/IMG_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637562200303586114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WiH2F1sMv1Y/Tjyk87xDy0I/AAAAAAAABo4/b_ggZnsjII8/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike has been working so hard this summer.  He'll soon have a week that isn't so crazy.  We're looking forward to spending time with him.  He starts his last (LAST!) year of law school this month.  Can I get a WOOT-WOOT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martha Washington?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UB4yZ94yRHE/Tjyk8cvmCsI/AAAAAAAABow/hXnp8Xm0wlQ/s1600/IMG_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637562191975942850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UB4yZ94yRHE/Tjyk8cvmCsI/AAAAAAAABow/hXnp8Xm0wlQ/s320/IMG_0560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1711183251811565907-8236892806134764113?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8236892806134764113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=8236892806134764113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8236892806134764113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8236892806134764113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/08/updates-from-jacobs.html' title='Updates from the Jacobs'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eD4q2FJxquc/Tjym4Y5FCiI/AAAAAAAABqg/vGs-98HiG3I/s72-c/IMG_0704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-5665610343526188748</id><published>2011-08-01T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:03:06.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Kids Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mz_0dVRan-E/TjcEKLjWzDI/AAAAAAAABoo/M0Gkrx27-3Y/s1600/IMG_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635978031623752754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mz_0dVRan-E/TjcEKLjWzDI/AAAAAAAABoo/M0Gkrx27-3Y/s320/IMG_0608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew is such a big boy.  I can't believe how fast my baby has grown up.  He's cute, funny, and a true ball of energy.  When Emily cries, he says, "I back.  See cying."  Then he'll go try to comfort her.  He also has taken to sneezing so hard that he falls over, or his vegetables accidently fall on the floor, etc.  I'm not sure I buy it, but it's pretty hilarious.  I love this little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4IvKZBDQobo/TjcEJxe6i0I/AAAAAAAABog/BKDprnVfZME/s1600/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635978024625802050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4IvKZBDQobo/TjcEJxe6i0I/AAAAAAAABog/BKDprnVfZME/s320/IMG_0612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily is such a sweet little smiler.  She does it all the time, but it is almost impossible to get a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6PWUzwgAi4/TjcEJumUk7I/AAAAAAAABoY/gar7JVNx-Xs/s1600/IMG_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635978023851561906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6PWUzwgAi4/TjcEJumUk7I/AAAAAAAABoY/gar7JVNx-Xs/s320/IMG_0613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is just too adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uw17EIzr5HI/TjcEJeL3m-I/AAAAAAAABoQ/JVNQuesIle0/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635978019445644258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uw17EIzr5HI/TjcEJeL3m-I/AAAAAAAABoQ/JVNQuesIle0/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I put her on her tummy for tummy time, but she got too exhausted...  I love that little berry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9AlEbTWdPi4/TjcEI3RVeYI/AAAAAAAABoI/24EblH4v33E/s1600/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635978008999590274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9AlEbTWdPi4/TjcEI3RVeYI/AAAAAAAABoI/24EblH4v33E/s320/IMG_0595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She makes the cutest faces.  I love this little girl!!!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-5665610343526188748?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5665610343526188748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=5665610343526188748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5665610343526188748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5665610343526188748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/08/cutest-kids-ever.html' title='Cutest Kids Ever'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mz_0dVRan-E/TjcEKLjWzDI/AAAAAAAABoo/M0Gkrx27-3Y/s72-c/IMG_0608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-3045555050078760888</id><published>2011-07-26T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:58:53.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyCukGWFPrI/Ti79Fxq5HTI/AAAAAAAABoA/s9fC3zA3TIw/s1600/IMG_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633718459561483570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyCukGWFPrI/Ti79Fxq5HTI/AAAAAAAABoA/s9fC3zA3TIw/s320/IMG_0560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture has nothing to do with my blog post, it just cracks me up.  Do you like her onsie bonnet?  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my blessing #1 - Andrew.  What a great kid.  He's funny, he's sweet, he's cute, and he takes good naps (usually) and sleeps well at night (usually!).  Love that kid.  And I love the way he holds his stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxFgdSzuoKw/Ti79FWJdONI/AAAAAAAABn4/doUXxiBqjng/s1600/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633718452173486290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxFgdSzuoKw/Ti79FWJdONI/AAAAAAAABn4/doUXxiBqjng/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessing #2 - This is how Emily was sleeping the other day.  So funny.  I love that little kid so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vV1A4gRPGY0/Ti79E1RZccI/AAAAAAAABnw/of-UuGa4qas/s1600/IMG_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633718443348423106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vV1A4gRPGY0/Ti79E1RZccI/AAAAAAAABnw/of-UuGa4qas/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She looks a little weird here, but I love her little smiles.  She smiles all the time, especially when I stick my tongue out at her or when I open my mouth really wide.  It's hilarious.  She's too adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6F0dbo0cDw/Ti79ETuOtsI/AAAAAAAABno/8dqEOPMe6Dc/s1600/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633718434342549186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6F0dbo0cDw/Ti79ETuOtsI/AAAAAAAABno/8dqEOPMe6Dc/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessing #3 - Emily's blessing.  Even though Andrew was crying for his daddy the whole time, I felt so very blessed to have a worthy priesthood holder in Mike who was able to bless her.  I'm excited for her to continue to grow and become her own little person.  Here she is at my parents house.  Could she be any more tiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e64CBak6M54/Ti78ZUu7DkI/AAAAAAAABng/wdAi5c2kGgE/s1600/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633717695879515714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e64CBak6M54/Ti78ZUu7DkI/AAAAAAAABng/wdAi5c2kGgE/s320/IMG_0514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love her little blessing outfit.  She looked so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBBffIyFKc4/Ti78Y9InmzI/AAAAAAAABnY/aQZrPodR8F8/s1600/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633717689544842034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBBffIyFKc4/Ti78Y9InmzI/AAAAAAAABnY/aQZrPodR8F8/s320/IMG_0511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike was exhausted and fell asleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8lNtERZeZo/Ti78YgVXU9I/AAAAAAAABnQ/pA6myvKsuzY/s1600/IMG_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633717681813672914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8lNtERZeZo/Ti78YgVXU9I/AAAAAAAABnQ/pA6myvKsuzY/s320/IMG_0505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad and Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cnyf2_tcOrc/Ti78YA2OssI/AAAAAAAABnI/pLenXoVKFVA/s1600/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633717673361584834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cnyf2_tcOrc/Ti78YA2OssI/AAAAAAAABnI/pLenXoVKFVA/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate to admit that I love it when she starts to cry, because she usually makes this silly face beforehand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A017NkJhOBw/Ti78X7WTN7I/AAAAAAAABnA/uqVPPwh5z4s/s1600/IMG_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633717671885486002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A017NkJhOBw/Ti78X7WTN7I/AAAAAAAABnA/uqVPPwh5z4s/s320/IMG_0491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the three of us.  Andrew was running around somewhere and was impossible to track down.  This is outside the church after she was blessed.  I'm in love with her socks.  And her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vAHCjrr0rrk/Ti77bftgMhI/AAAAAAAABm4/76OpqZR0dM0/s1600/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633716633674461714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vAHCjrr0rrk/Ti77bftgMhI/AAAAAAAABm4/76OpqZR0dM0/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two of my loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGh8c9A_fpo/Ti77bDOwgZI/AAAAAAAABmw/N4BMDbuPrrU/s1600/IMG_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633716626029314450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGh8c9A_fpo/Ti77bDOwgZI/AAAAAAAABmw/N4BMDbuPrrU/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily finally got to meet her Grandma and Grandpa Jacobs.  They loved her, she loved them, it was good. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpmwIPYiUuU/Ti77avNjE6I/AAAAAAAABmo/FCo-OF6_lPs/s1600/IMG_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633716620655530914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpmwIPYiUuU/Ti77avNjE6I/AAAAAAAABmo/FCo-OF6_lPs/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture.  I love my in-laws so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8YaNICK4pxk/Ti77aWpJj1I/AAAAAAAABmg/jgeG0G4aYe4/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633716614060412754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8YaNICK4pxk/Ti77aWpJj1I/AAAAAAAABmg/jgeG0G4aYe4/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel very blessed!!&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/1711183251811565907-3045555050078760888?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3045555050078760888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=3045555050078760888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3045555050078760888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3045555050078760888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/07/blessings.html' title='Blessings...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyCukGWFPrI/Ti79Fxq5HTI/AAAAAAAABoA/s9fC3zA3TIw/s72-c/IMG_0560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-8626690141145877985</id><published>2011-07-18T11:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:00:24.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it's funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.motifake.com/image/demotivational-poster/0911/twilight-moms-twilight-moms-demotivational-poster-1258506961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 640px; height: 480px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.motifake.com/image/demotivational-poster/0911/twilight-moms-twilight-moms-demotivational-poster-1258506961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://perculaclown.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 500px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://perculaclown.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/683.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-8626690141145877985?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8626690141145877985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=8626690141145877985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8626690141145877985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8626690141145877985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/07/because-its-funny.html' title='Because it&apos;s funny...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7488091501985352979</id><published>2011-07-12T19:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:24:52.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-3xGin2w8k/Thzx_OHQfQI/AAAAAAAABmI/s9SqA1eT7HU/s1600/IMG_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628639702728867074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-3xGin2w8k/Thzx_OHQfQI/AAAAAAAABmI/s9SqA1eT7HU/s320/IMG_0435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love that my skinny little baby looks pudgy here.  I love her sweet little smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqkvuqemXbg/Thzx-or7NmI/AAAAAAAABmA/cDNkRKTwvfA/s1600/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 259px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628639692682114658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqkvuqemXbg/Thzx-or7NmI/AAAAAAAABmA/cDNkRKTwvfA/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Babies look so angelic when they're sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iy4Gk3CtpAs/Thzx-FyHFNI/AAAAAAAABl4/2e-E-h7eWuI/s1600/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 254px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628639683312817362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iy4Gk3CtpAs/Thzx-FyHFNI/AAAAAAAABl4/2e-E-h7eWuI/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I, on the other hand, do NOT look angelic when I'm sleeping.  Here is me with my babies early in the morning when they came to see me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJiZ6f51MdU/Thzx9j7mbPI/AAAAAAAABlw/BGXyytRiA3s/s1600/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 318px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628639674225814770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJiZ6f51MdU/Thzx9j7mbPI/AAAAAAAABlw/BGXyytRiA3s/s320/IMG_0398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has a silly face in this picture, but I adore her little nose, and this picture really highlights it.  That and her bright little eyes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love our little kids so much!&lt;br /&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/1711183251811565907-7488091501985352979?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7488091501985352979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7488091501985352979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7488091501985352979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7488091501985352979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/07/recent-pictures.html' title='Recent Pictures'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-3xGin2w8k/Thzx_OHQfQI/AAAAAAAABmI/s9SqA1eT7HU/s72-c/IMG_0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-8940454095447131969</id><published>2011-07-06T20:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:31:13.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting To Know You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unbelievable as it is for me to imagine, our Little Miss Cuteness is two weeks old today!!!  We have all really loved getting to know her, and are so grateful she's here and healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pinkie in her mouth after eating.  Apparently that was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;.  This kid cracks us up so much.  She makes the funniest faces and noises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626412229608623778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ip-RA6E62bo/ThUIHOG8TqI/AAAAAAAABlo/bHsyVmcaSJg/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sleepy little Emmie Pie.  Still looks just like all the Jacobs girls.  :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUjn6cVdlqk/ThUIGe3OZwI/AAAAAAAABlg/YuLJl7sk3h0/s1600/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 310px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626412216926234370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUjn6cVdlqk/ThUIGe3OZwI/AAAAAAAABlg/YuLJl7sk3h0/s320/IMG_0372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's her pensive look.  She did this for quite a while while I was changing her diaper.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Shall I start screaming to eat now, or should I wait until she is ready to eat her lunch?"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSW8LTzcbfk/ThUIFRJx2AI/AAAAAAAABlY/dbZ5K3uYB1M/s1600/IMG_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626412196066088962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSW8LTzcbfk/ThUIFRJx2AI/AAAAAAAABlY/dbZ5K3uYB1M/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's her big brother Andrew.  This was his first ever ice cream cone on the Fourth of July.  He was pretty impressed.  Also, this kid is amazing.  Today he shocked me by counting to ten all on his own.  I had NO idea he could do that.  He is also the sweetest little boy I could ever ask for.  Lucky, lucky, lucky me!!!!  Love these kiddos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xiooawSk6I/ThUIE3P28EI/AAAAAAAABlQ/f-Gbfj22BnA/s1600/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626412189112266818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xiooawSk6I/ThUIE3P28EI/AAAAAAAABlQ/f-Gbfj22BnA/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily on the 4th of July.  She definitely looks like she's done taking pictures.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PMheH5QxwvI/ThUIEVpEfyI/AAAAAAAABlI/SECOa_SnJi4/s1600/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626412180091207458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PMheH5QxwvI/ThUIEVpEfyI/AAAAAAAABlI/SECOa_SnJi4/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-8940454095447131969?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8940454095447131969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=8940454095447131969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8940454095447131969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8940454095447131969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/07/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting To Know You...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ip-RA6E62bo/ThUIHOG8TqI/AAAAAAAABlo/bHsyVmcaSJg/s72-c/IMG_0355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-6852956298703792663</id><published>2011-07-03T21:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:02:53.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bH60gfzyvEM/ThEp4YIpa9I/AAAAAAAABlA/0GmDcmvz4DU/s1600/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625323458090593234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bH60gfzyvEM/ThEp4YIpa9I/AAAAAAAABlA/0GmDcmvz4DU/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Mike with our little daughter (by the way, it's still weird and awesome that we have a little girl now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j486Km3hM9U/ThEp4ATPcoI/AAAAAAAABk4/u9wVm7zsVeQ/s1600/IMG_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625323451692577410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j486Km3hM9U/ThEp4ATPcoI/AAAAAAAABk4/u9wVm7zsVeQ/s320/IMG_0309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole family!  I can't believe my luck.  The best husband, the funniest, nicest little son, and the sweetest little daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1Ehr73CoIU/ThEp34_tdaI/AAAAAAAABkw/ccI1uUCP5Y8/s1600/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625323449731610018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1Ehr73CoIU/ThEp34_tdaI/AAAAAAAABkw/ccI1uUCP5Y8/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping little angel.  I could just stare at my sleeping babies all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAcI61nwpw8/ThEp3Q-COtI/AAAAAAAABko/DmpFb6ne13E/s1600/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625323438987164370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAcI61nwpw8/ThEp3Q-COtI/AAAAAAAABko/DmpFb6ne13E/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You may kiss the royal hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tn7orB6zmo/ThEp2pRRXbI/AAAAAAAABkg/YzUJqcSkNGo/s1600/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625323428330429874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tn7orB6zmo/ThEp2pRRXbI/AAAAAAAABkg/YzUJqcSkNGo/s320/IMG_0275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My "little" guy.  He has been a little jealous lately of the baby.  He's been really sweet to her, he just likes to sit in her seat, ask for hugs while I'm feeding the baby, etc.  I'm really proud of how he's adjusting.  I love my little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my little family!!&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/1711183251811565907-6852956298703792663?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6852956298703792663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=6852956298703792663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6852956298703792663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6852956298703792663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bH60gfzyvEM/ThEp4YIpa9I/AAAAAAAABlA/0GmDcmvz4DU/s72-c/IMG_0310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-1038824592780418632</id><published>2011-06-30T13:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T13:27:40.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Emily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want to see the cutest little girl on the planet?  Okay, here you go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely love her little newborn smiles.  She is such a sweet, calm, beautiful little girl.  I am just absolutely smitten with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJeduKDR6SI/Tgy-O1UqYgI/AAAAAAAABkQ/gMd4tyLbOqo/s1600/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624079196720095746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJeduKDR6SI/Tgy-O1UqYgI/AAAAAAAABkQ/gMd4tyLbOqo/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so is her big brother Andrew.  It took a week for him to realize she was staying and to acknowledge her existence, but now he's pretty fond of his little "Bebe Em-a-me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7qhdRSEPAM/Tgy9VIMf2iI/AAAAAAAABkI/nW6wXoOxK0s/s1600/IMG_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624078205353712162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7qhdRSEPAM/Tgy9VIMf2iI/AAAAAAAABkI/nW6wXoOxK0s/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giving her a kiss on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKrpjDXO9LM/Tgy9UiyMiYI/AAAAAAAABkA/8P488ceV_Mg/s1600/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624078195311282562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKrpjDXO9LM/Tgy9UiyMiYI/AAAAAAAABkA/8P488ceV_Mg/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em looks kind of weird in this one, but I love it still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_WC4Y_rUUg/Tgy9UaxxLII/AAAAAAAABj4/RvGvvHQ-Abw/s1600/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624078193162005634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_WC4Y_rUUg/Tgy9UaxxLII/AAAAAAAABj4/RvGvvHQ-Abw/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hugs.  Makes me want to freeze this moment in time forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVTk292xyMk/Tgy9TmZo-PI/AAAAAAAABjw/fGEl8A_mJuU/s1600/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624078179102161138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVTk292xyMk/Tgy9TmZo-PI/AAAAAAAABjw/fGEl8A_mJuU/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He wanted me to let go so he could do it on his own.  No way, bub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKgLjK0SKCI/Tgy9TOa38bI/AAAAAAAABjo/Pw5mvYhHtUo/s1600/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624078172664885682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKgLjK0SKCI/Tgy9TOa38bI/AAAAAAAABjo/Pw5mvYhHtUo/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relaxing with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cml1jgEeOWk/Tgy79LV4M6I/AAAAAAAABjg/7p387e9Q9c4/s1600/IMG_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624076694369874850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cml1jgEeOWk/Tgy79LV4M6I/AAAAAAAABjg/7p387e9Q9c4/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiny princess with her favorite daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fveduSevyC0/Tgy78rDGlpI/AAAAAAAABjY/1YposemEEX0/s1600/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624076685701191314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fveduSevyC0/Tgy78rDGlpI/AAAAAAAABjY/1YposemEEX0/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This outfit had me squealing with happiness all day.  I am in love with her little slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTimGLDXhNM/Tgy778zE_NI/AAAAAAAABjQ/G4S1nU_hYvY/s1600/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624076673285946578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTimGLDXhNM/Tgy778zE_NI/AAAAAAAABjQ/G4S1nU_hYvY/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My precious girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aficyRzbFrA/Tgy77bDhL3I/AAAAAAAABjI/CKjNIAuLqPA/s1600/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624076664228097906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aficyRzbFrA/Tgy77bDhL3I/AAAAAAAABjI/CKjNIAuLqPA/s320/IMG_0215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No more pictures.  Seriously, Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TT61hbB5tbQ/Tgy765yi3XI/AAAAAAAABjA/T6TUjcqKuJQ/s1600/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624076655298534770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TT61hbB5tbQ/Tgy765yi3XI/AAAAAAAABjA/T6TUjcqKuJQ/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how can I resist?!&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/1711183251811565907-1038824592780418632?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1038824592780418632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=1038824592780418632&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1038824592780418632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1038824592780418632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-miss-emily.html' title='Little Miss Emily'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJeduKDR6SI/Tgy-O1UqYgI/AAAAAAAABkQ/gMd4tyLbOqo/s72-c/IMG_0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-5043700774801273018</id><published>2011-06-30T11:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T11:27:57.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Doctor's Appointment and Little Picasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eqrmuYz51aM/TgyizXHjyqI/AAAAAAAABi4/WBw4ZkoUoeE/s1600/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624049037941656226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eqrmuYz51aM/TgyizXHjyqI/AAAAAAAABi4/WBw4ZkoUoeE/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week my mom and I took Andrew and Emily to their doctor's appointment.  Emily was not happy to not be eating.  Andrew was really tired, and tried to escape the whole time while Em was calm until she realized that she should be eating.  All the time.  They're both healthy, Emily's back up to her birth weight, and Andrew is doing great as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ymkZ0pNfB-I/TgyiywHmeHI/AAAAAAAABiw/P76DyuQcW8A/s1600/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624049027472849010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ymkZ0pNfB-I/TgyiywHmeHI/AAAAAAAABiw/P76DyuQcW8A/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I can actually hear her saying "QUIT IT!" here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OUZcS9LwEgY/TgyiyW8hsYI/AAAAAAAABio/ZS8TuLkunVc/s1600/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624049020715512194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OUZcS9LwEgY/TgyiyW8hsYI/AAAAAAAABio/ZS8TuLkunVc/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-698KS3Z1mOs/TgyiYByTg1I/AAAAAAAABig/09RssEF7eKA/s1600/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624048568358896466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-698KS3Z1mOs/TgyiYByTg1I/AAAAAAAABig/09RssEF7eKA/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a calmer moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qaqhWvu2v2w/TgyiXgxN9iI/AAAAAAAABiY/X0SH0pJ98Sc/s1600/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624048559495968290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qaqhWvu2v2w/TgyiXgxN9iI/AAAAAAAABiY/X0SH0pJ98Sc/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew was ALL over the place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0haxCSf9ans/TgyiWvTLeTI/AAAAAAAABiQ/W-eHMpBrjxA/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624048546216638770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0haxCSf9ans/TgyiWvTLeTI/AAAAAAAABiQ/W-eHMpBrjxA/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drop and give me 20.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so he wasn't actually doing pushups, but I love that it came out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgItlRP-h58/TgyiWTG7LWI/AAAAAAAABiI/YuPF6Pl09KU/s1600/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624048538649046370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgItlRP-h58/TgyiWTG7LWI/AAAAAAAABiI/YuPF6Pl09KU/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew was very serious about his painting.  He got it ALL over the place.  Cute little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf5fT7USsBU/TgyiWH0wcSI/AAAAAAAABiA/nby1Aqti3Is/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624048535620055330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf5fT7USsBU/TgyiWH0wcSI/AAAAAAAABiA/nby1Aqti3Is/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Serious little artist.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-5043700774801273018?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5043700774801273018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=5043700774801273018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5043700774801273018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/5043700774801273018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-doctors-appointment-and-little.html' title='First Doctor&apos;s Appointment and Little Picasso'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eqrmuYz51aM/TgyizXHjyqI/AAAAAAAABi4/WBw4ZkoUoeE/s72-c/IMG_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-3299673576546732443</id><published>2011-06-26T12:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T13:06:31.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Room for Everyone</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm in a weird transition period where I no longer just have one baby to take care of. Not to mention the fact that Andrew hasn't been a baby for a while now... I had a big fear ever since I became pregnant with Emily that I wouldn't love her like I love Andrew. I just couldn't imagine having that same relationship with another kid. Deep down, I knew it wouldn't really be that way. And it's not. I realize now that I DON'T love Emily just like I love Andrew. I love them the same amount, but I love them differently because they ARE different. I don't know if I'm explaining this correctly, because I'm not entirely sure how to put it. I'm learning every day of my life that my heart has room for everyone I will let in. And nothing will open your heart more than family. I feel so happy and grateful for my husband, for my new sweet little girl, and for my little Andrew - my very first little baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big guy all ready for church. Please ignore all the junk in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VCsDzspsYNQ/Tgdxu1GbzSI/AAAAAAAABh4/BcWPO2c-1HU/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622587709137341730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VCsDzspsYNQ/Tgdxu1GbzSI/AAAAAAAABh4/BcWPO2c-1HU/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Cheese!" What a handsome little guy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5pyYTTDZqA/Tgdxun1NeHI/AAAAAAAABhw/KGHnyKCJQ9s/s1600/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622587705575438450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5pyYTTDZqA/Tgdxun1NeHI/AAAAAAAABhw/KGHnyKCJQ9s/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tromping around in his boots and diaper. He is just so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZePQFBXOz0s/TgdxuNnmoII/AAAAAAAABho/uEV6w9X0VLA/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622587698539044994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZePQFBXOz0s/TgdxuNnmoII/AAAAAAAABho/uEV6w9X0VLA/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will always love this little face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5WAFe2obT8/Tgdxt8e0hyI/AAAAAAAABhg/6jByuJS7TwI/s1600/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622587693938804514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5WAFe2obT8/Tgdxt8e0hyI/AAAAAAAABhg/6jByuJS7TwI/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-3299673576546732443?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3299673576546732443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=3299673576546732443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3299673576546732443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/3299673576546732443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/room-for-everyone.html' title='Room for Everyone'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VCsDzspsYNQ/Tgdxu1GbzSI/AAAAAAAABh4/BcWPO2c-1HU/s72-c/IMG_0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-6190568948132866659</id><published>2011-06-25T16:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T16:11:57.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again, Home Again Jiggitty Jig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got home yesterday, and there seriously IS no place like home. Especially when you have Andrew in the house. I mean, Happy Meal hats? Doesn't get funnier than that.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zih1uXZIao8/TgZNVMQG__I/AAAAAAAABhY/GV1iFUKQVtw/s1600/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622266211280027634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zih1uXZIao8/TgZNVMQG__I/AAAAAAAABhY/GV1iFUKQVtw/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeanette and Andrew made this little sign for the door. It was really sweet, and made the homecoming that much more fun for us. Andrew was very happy to see us, which made me in turn so very happy. He gave us lots and lots of hugs, and even acknowledged Emily's existence once or twice. Amazing. :) We set her down and he proceeded to bring her all the fruit in the house he could find, setting it on her legs and saying "Der go." The first piece of fruit was a lemon. Mike said, "Wow. Life's already dealt her a lemon." It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4oFiMBoKzY/TgZNUtwMLGI/AAAAAAAABhQ/fN2hHm2wOM0/s1600/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622266203093085282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4oFiMBoKzY/TgZNUtwMLGI/AAAAAAAABhQ/fN2hHm2wOM0/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom left me a sweet surprise, too. I've been meaning to plant some flowers in the planter in the front of the house for a really long time now, and haven't done it. So, being the nice lady she is, she did it for me. It looks so bright and cheery and made the day even brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ClVR9MHymk0/TgZNUT6xtvI/AAAAAAAABhI/TWM8yygqLkU/s1600/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622266196158166770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ClVR9MHymk0/TgZNUT6xtvI/AAAAAAAABhI/TWM8yygqLkU/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, because I can never figure out what order these pictures will go in, here we are in the hospital getting ready to go home. She looks so tiny in that seat. We have a little headrest halo thingie for it so her head is better supported, but we forgot to bring it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xdVPl2N7zMI/TgZNT-aqu2I/AAAAAAAABhA/qWRvb-TwPBg/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622266190386346850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xdVPl2N7zMI/TgZNT-aqu2I/AAAAAAAABhA/qWRvb-TwPBg/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Emmie with Daddy. I love how she looks like the jig is up. "I swear, I didn't know that waking you up 15 times in the night was a crime. I've been set up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7KjPB4Cb3U/TgZNTXWWUpI/AAAAAAAABg4/w9t78332TWE/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622266179899249298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7KjPB4Cb3U/TgZNTXWWUpI/AAAAAAAABg4/w9t78332TWE/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so happy to be home, so happy to be a little family, and so happy to have family to help out and enjoy this special time with us.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-6190568948132866659?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6190568948132866659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=6190568948132866659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6190568948132866659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6190568948132866659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/home-again-home-again-jiggitty-jig.html' title='Home Again, Home Again Jiggitty Jig'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zih1uXZIao8/TgZNVMQG__I/AAAAAAAABhY/GV1iFUKQVtw/s72-c/IMG_0130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-579727165990452540</id><published>2011-06-24T09:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T09:42:03.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Must Be Difficult...</title><content type='html'>...to be this adorable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing her muscles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FYCwkFv_NN4/TgShaslfi_I/AAAAAAAABgw/8T_K4zOhYgc/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FYCwkFv_NN4/TgShaslfi_I/AAAAAAAABgw/8T_K4zOhYgc/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621795714882309106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing off her Mad Skillz - she pulled out her pacifier and held it!  What a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlSauMrctOY/TgShafsqUCI/AAAAAAAABgo/u0TvraULJIU/s1600/IMG_0072.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlSauMrctOY/TgShafsqUCI/AAAAAAAABgo/u0TvraULJIU/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621795711422713890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-579727165990452540?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/579727165990452540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=579727165990452540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/579727165990452540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/579727165990452540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-must-be-difficult.html' title='It Must Be Difficult...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FYCwkFv_NN4/TgShaslfi_I/AAAAAAAABgw/8T_K4zOhYgc/s72-c/IMG_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-793175917251737726</id><published>2011-06-23T18:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T19:36:05.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mf8C4om1VLM/TgPZ0lAgKQI/AAAAAAAABgY/n_-MOOmyiIs/s1600/Off%2Bthe%2BCamera%2B-%2B6-23-11%2B236.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mf8C4om1VLM/TgPZ0lAgKQI/AAAAAAAABgY/n_-MOOmyiIs/s320/Off%2Bthe%2BCamera%2B-%2B6-23-11%2B236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621576257199155458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May we introduce Emily Amelia Jacobs.  I know you are all shocked by her extreme beauty and general adorableness.  Please hold your applause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXtSdUkbk3I/TgPWYciBnWI/AAAAAAAABgQ/ejyZdQS5sGw/s1600/Off%2Bthe%2BCamera%2B-%2B6-23-11%2B234.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNb4iKm2-KY/TgPWX3k7ebI/AAAAAAAABgI/ek-iBYo334w/s320/Off%2Bthe%2BCamera%2B-%2B6-23-11%2B223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621572465432689074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The nurse was super close to us in this shot.  Oh well. :)  Emily was 6 pounds, 9 1/2 ounces and 19 1/2 inches long.  She looks amazingly like Mike's sisters, which is a blessing since they are also gorgeous.  I can't wait for them to meet their little look-alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zUMNNtSxrXs/TgPWXsLqtXI/AAAAAAAABgA/wCxsiWoLPDk/s1600/Off%2Bthe%2BCamera%2B-%2B6-23-11%2B212.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zUMNNtSxrXs/TgPWXsLqtXI/AAAAAAAABgA/wCxsiWoLPDk/s320/Off%2Bthe%2BCamera%2B-%2B6-23-11%2B212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621572462373942642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the proud papa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sv6Hr-qq858/TgPWXfkYxiI/AAAAAAAABf4/q2fEvpjLQbs/s1600/Off%2Bthe%2BCamera%2B-%2B6-23-11%2B210.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sv6Hr-qq858/TgPWXfkYxiI/AAAAAAAABf4/q2fEvpjLQbs/s320/Off%2Bthe%2BCamera%2B-%2B6-23-11%2B210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621572458987963938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the scale.  She was not happy.  Poor little Em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HzTvRN4OdxY/TgPWW7rF6_I/AAAAAAAABfw/4ubHIP_avdU/s1600/Off%2Bthe%2BCamera%2B-%2B6-23-11%2B177.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HzTvRN4OdxY/TgPWW7rF6_I/AAAAAAAABfw/4ubHIP_avdU/s320/Off%2Bthe%2BCamera%2B-%2B6-23-11%2B177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621572449352412146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are so backwards.  Here I am before Emily made her appearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0t9yfVqbJf8/TgPWILKZJBI/AAAAAAAABfo/cREfTnkkq40/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0t9yfVqbJf8/TgPWILKZJBI/AAAAAAAABfo/cREfTnkkq40/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621572195812189202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Emma and her grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Je5gGQc0ek/TgPWHgIwmDI/AAAAAAAABfg/nzdZ25dFThg/s1600/IMG_0048.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Je5gGQc0ek/TgPWHgIwmDI/AAAAAAAABfg/nzdZ25dFThg/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621572184262613042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I didn't do it!  I swear!"  Check out my IV bruise.  I'm like a stinking banana, seriously.  Actually that was where they tried to get an IV in and burst a vein.  It hurt.  A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPWs02-ZHAE/TgPWHIOxjaI/AAAAAAAABfY/xuJRHDUSsP0/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPWs02-ZHAE/TgPWHIOxjaI/AAAAAAAABfY/xuJRHDUSsP0/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621572177845390754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Laura and Baby Emily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QpOdyFAu8I/TgPWGUVvTLI/AAAAAAAABfQ/ctTZC9bqbBk/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QpOdyFAu8I/TgPWGUVvTLI/AAAAAAAABfQ/ctTZC9bqbBk/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621572163915959474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Amy and Baby Emily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MKklq-kuIOI/TgPWGPvaBrI/AAAAAAAABfI/otYpYDLMyho/s1600/IMG_0034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MKklq-kuIOI/TgPWGPvaBrI/AAAAAAAABfI/otYpYDLMyho/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621572162681439922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Jeanette, Cousin Noah (who wasn't too happy with this arrangement) and sleeping Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhKWCxoD41Q/TgPV5ApvdUI/AAAAAAAABfA/8xY1dmy1nBA/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhKWCxoD41Q/TgPV5ApvdUI/AAAAAAAABfA/8xY1dmy1nBA/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621571935292847426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Jeanette with a little less on her hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLQAh0mBm-c/TgPV4_F5Y3I/AAAAAAAABe4/gM0LnaL1Fu8/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLQAh0mBm-c/TgPV4_F5Y3I/AAAAAAAABe4/gM0LnaL1Fu8/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621571934874067826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little baby..............  He begged to go in her little crib thingie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qO-lErUadXw/TgPV4YODEzI/AAAAAAAABew/lvce6XHdzp0/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qO-lErUadXw/TgPV4YODEzI/AAAAAAAABew/lvce6XHdzp0/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621571924439274290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew wasn't that impressed with his little sister.  I think he's too little to understand what's going on.  Here he is breaking his neck to look at the t.v.  And yes, he normally has two legs.  Not sure where the other one went to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ap8A8zcy4fk/TgPV36lH9tI/AAAAAAAABeo/uH6FprqztUc/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ap8A8zcy4fk/TgPV36lH9tI/AAAAAAAABeo/uH6FprqztUc/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621571916483000018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proud Grandma Barnard holding our beautiful Emily girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjCkI2WjVc8/TgPV3aQODXI/AAAAAAAABeg/cLryctaeoaU/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjCkI2WjVc8/TgPV3aQODXI/AAAAAAAABeg/cLryctaeoaU/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621571907805384050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've missed my little Andrew.  Here he is with ice.  He was a happy guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are so blessed, I can't even begin to comprehend how amazing our life is.  A healthy mommy, baby, big boy, and daddy.  I'm going to hold onto these memories for quite a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-793175917251737726?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/793175917251737726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=793175917251737726&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/793175917251737726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/793175917251737726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-updates.html' title='Baby Updates'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mf8C4om1VLM/TgPZ0lAgKQI/AAAAAAAABgY/n_-MOOmyiIs/s72-c/Off%2Bthe%2BCamera%2B-%2B6-23-11%2B236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-4067244838312789966</id><published>2011-06-23T00:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T00:11:45.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Here?</title><content type='html'>I'll post more tomorrow with details (no name yet), but I wanted my dad, Mike's mom and dad, etc to be able to see a picture. :)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome little girl!  Here she is with her daddy wrapped around her little fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfLyaqSg8Lg/TgLKlo8OB1I/AAAAAAAABeY/jaS19qK971Q/s1600/IMG_4717.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfLyaqSg8Lg/TgLKlo8OB1I/AAAAAAAABeY/jaS19qK971Q/s320/IMG_4717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621278032905766738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey.  Nice to meet you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z55AQw0ybHI/TgLKlWGtBII/AAAAAAAABeQ/uzaiDY_qFj0/s1600/IMG_4703.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z55AQw0ybHI/TgLKlWGtBII/AAAAAAAABeQ/uzaiDY_qFj0/s320/IMG_4703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621278027849467010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-4067244838312789966?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4067244838312789966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=4067244838312789966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4067244838312789966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4067244838312789966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/guess-whos-here.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Here?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfLyaqSg8Lg/TgLKlo8OB1I/AAAAAAAABeY/jaS19qK971Q/s72-c/IMG_4717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7405464379412962323</id><published>2011-06-22T15:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:13:15.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on Baby</title><content type='html'>I'm in the hospital, waiting for this little girl to arrive.  I'm getting so excited and so nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-7405464379412962323?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7405464379412962323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7405464379412962323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7405464379412962323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7405464379412962323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/waiting-on-baby.html' title='Waiting on Baby'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7455684282292051171</id><published>2011-06-20T13:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T14:27:03.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of a Hospital Gown</title><content type='html'>Okay, maybe the tale is more of a long night in the hospital, but still. Don't you think they could make hospital gowns functional, yet more comfortable/attractive/not so "moony"?&lt;br /&gt;All day yesterday I was having contractions and they were getting closer together. By 8:00, they were pretty painful with lots of back labor and coming every 4-5 minutes or so. I called the hospital and they said to come in. We grabbed the bag and away we went. I was still just dialated to a 3 and 75% effaced so they said they would check me in an hour or so. After that hour I as dialated to a 4 and there was one weird time with the baby's heartrate, so they decided to keep me overnight for observation.&lt;br /&gt;This morning my doctor came by and gave me the option of breaking my water to further my progress or I could go home and go into labor on my own. Well, I'd been in the hospital for almost 12 hours, in pain, uncomfortable, wearing my oh-so-lovely gown, with no sleep........but I wanted my baby. :) &lt;br /&gt;Mike and I decided to pray about what decision we should make. After praying, we talked to my OB and I got the feeling that we should go home and wait it out. I can't begin to explain how grateful I am to know that when I have a choice to make, I can always rely on my Heavenly Father to guide me. Having the Holy Ghost is a blessing that is so easy to take for granted, but is so instrumental and incredible. I'm sure either way would have been okay for me and for my little girl, but it was nice to have the reassurance that we were doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm home, I've showered, napped (how nice was that??), seen my little boy, seen my mom (who drove down to help - thanks Mom!) and am not-so-patiently hoping and praying that my contractions start coming harder and more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird that when you're 9 months pregnant, you're actually HOPING to be in intense pain? So...say a little prayer that I get into major pain, please. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-7455684282292051171?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7455684282292051171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7455684282292051171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7455684282292051171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7455684282292051171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/tale-of-hospital-gown.html' title='A Tale of a Hospital Gown'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-174140089361535603</id><published>2011-06-17T13:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T14:28:49.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Point Resort</title><content type='html'>I know you're going to be saying, "ENOUGH  with the pictures already...."  but... it was hard to narrow them down! :)  Last week, we went to Sunset Point Resort, a little place we went to as kids.  It was so nice to be able to see any one of my brothers and sisters anytime I wanted, get a little sun (I am now a mother-of-pearl rather than just blazing white), and spend some time in the pool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am with my cutie-pie little nephew Noah.  He was such a cute little smiley guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSXjMtupGNg/Tfumi7gqIcI/AAAAAAAABeI/ks4mO-wSuqQ/s1600/IMG_2306.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSXjMtupGNg/Tfumi7gqIcI/AAAAAAAABeI/ks4mO-wSuqQ/s320/IMG_2306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619268079095259586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew liked the tennis court.  Here he is throwing the ball.  Most of the time it lands behind him, but he's a very proud little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BvblrsxgPE/TfumiSI0r9I/AAAAAAAABeA/s8fPc2_MuvQ/s1600/IMG_2287.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BvblrsxgPE/TfumiSI0r9I/AAAAAAAABeA/s8fPc2_MuvQ/s320/IMG_2287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619268067989434322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His favorite part of the whole trip was all the rocks.  Every time we came outside, he would find at least one rock.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuHh72Ez2F0/Tfumh26cuFI/AAAAAAAABd4/SVRKKrYnf1Q/s1600/IMG_2283.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuHh72Ez2F0/Tfumh26cuFI/AAAAAAAABd4/SVRKKrYnf1Q/s320/IMG_2283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619268060681386066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated my awesome nephew Dominic's 16th birthday, as well as my sister Amy and Andrew's birthdays which were the week before.  I made a couple cakes, and here's my messy faced little 2 year old blowing out the candles on his turtle cake.  (He got a little help.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dlUSgYFx8nw/TfumhTqdG6I/AAAAAAAABdw/ZFT4y2kW0EI/s1600/IMG_2266.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dlUSgYFx8nw/TfumhTqdG6I/AAAAAAAABdw/ZFT4y2kW0EI/s320/IMG_2266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619268051219061666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are.  I still can't believe how grown up he's getting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2r-ZUCdP4d0/TfumgzVmL2I/AAAAAAAABdo/Z9-NnVzFzZ4/s1600/IMG_2262.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2r-ZUCdP4d0/TfumgzVmL2I/AAAAAAAABdo/Z9-NnVzFzZ4/s320/IMG_2262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619268042541641570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew fell asleep at the table while eating dinner one night and there was absolutely no waking that kid.  Mike picked him up and tried to get him to sit up.  Here was the result, with Mike imitating him.  Also please note the drool stains on Mike's shirt from holding that tired little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5knOJKuj43k/TfulivDvqeI/AAAAAAAABdg/cmTVCKY8cy4/s1600/IMG_2258.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5knOJKuj43k/TfulivDvqeI/AAAAAAAABdg/cmTVCKY8cy4/s320/IMG_2258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619266976241134050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here he is asleep.  What a little angel boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Qw30DvbNF8/TfuliJgUA7I/AAAAAAAABdY/BATjmuDs3f0/s1600/IMG_2251.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Qw30DvbNF8/TfuliJgUA7I/AAAAAAAABdY/BATjmuDs3f0/s320/IMG_2251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619266966160409522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snuggling sleepy Andrew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFMCDa1yicw/TfulhswdwoI/AAAAAAAABdQ/6RMAOmorjgs/s1600/IMG_2254.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFMCDa1yicw/TfulhswdwoI/AAAAAAAABdQ/6RMAOmorjgs/s320/IMG_2254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619266958443528834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew was so sweet to all the babies this weekend.  Here he was tickling Noah.  Later when he was crying, Andrew threw his arms around him to comfort him.  It was so sweet.  Love the matching overalls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FdPZISFlxQ/TfulhFn17kI/AAAAAAAABdI/_oGH_3xyt6s/s1600/IMG_2240.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FdPZISFlxQ/TfulhFn17kI/AAAAAAAABdI/_oGH_3xyt6s/s320/IMG_2240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619266947938381378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew and Grandma reading a story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yhPKcZetXRk/TfulgttXWOI/AAAAAAAABdA/6iBVfIpaoSI/s1600/IMG_2228.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yhPKcZetXRk/TfulgttXWOI/AAAAAAAABdA/6iBVfIpaoSI/s320/IMG_2228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619266941519091938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sierra was reading out loud, and Andrew thought that he should get in on that!  That kid sure loves books.  I'm so glad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYMBpFTLO48/TfukJJ6BA4I/AAAAAAAABc4/tcq6fFzJJrY/s1600/IMG_2208.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYMBpFTLO48/TfukJJ6BA4I/AAAAAAAABc4/tcq6fFzJJrY/s320/IMG_2208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619265437259858818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying the great outdoors with Daddy.  And yes, those are computers.  And yes, he was watching Shaun the Sheep.  Funny little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yI0hUp0Yypk/TfukIpssJLI/AAAAAAAABcw/6ZaptXbHn4E/s1600/IMG_2200.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yI0hUp0Yypk/TfukIpssJLI/AAAAAAAABcw/6ZaptXbHn4E/s320/IMG_2200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619265428614030514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zach and Danny lived in their swim goggles.  To them, any moment not in the pool was a moment wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUN41QS7zFA/TfukFWGwgfI/AAAAAAAABco/spV4idvMCmo/s1600/CIMG3107.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-FUN41QS7zFA/TfukFWGwgfI/AAAAAAAABco/spV4idvMCmo/s320/CIMG3107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619265371815051762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of the pool.... can you tell they're related?  Andrew had the best time swimming all week.  I was afraid he wouldn't like it because he hates to have water on his face or head at all.  But after 5 minutes with Daddy in the pool, he was jumping in, going underwater, and cracking up when everyone was splashing around.  Go figure. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7KTPHfbBT8/TfukEgv5eMI/AAAAAAAABcg/T64dUNQ2tI0/s1600/CIMG3055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7KTPHfbBT8/TfukEgv5eMI/AAAAAAAABcg/T64dUNQ2tI0/s320/CIMG3055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619265357492091074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew with his daddy Mike and his Uncle Mikes. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkopQornxPo/TfukEfFLNUI/AAAAAAAABcY/FBoqBPzr63U/s1600/CIMG3052.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkopQornxPo/TfukEfFLNUI/AAAAAAAABcY/FBoqBPzr63U/s320/CIMG3052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619265357044462914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was really digging that little boat we got him.  Here he is with my brother Michael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QpZw9gc9jko/Tfuhu_yc2HI/AAAAAAAABcQ/_aGEtAQiKyI/s1600/CIMG3049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QpZw9gc9jko/Tfuhu_yc2HI/AAAAAAAABcQ/_aGEtAQiKyI/s320/CIMG3049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619262788843919474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching as Mike wrestles on of the nephews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQAA5nO5Rf0/TfuhuQr1tvI/AAAAAAAABcI/gw5waG3HWQI/s1600/CIMG3048.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQAA5nO5Rf0/TfuhuQr1tvI/AAAAAAAABcI/gw5waG3HWQI/s320/CIMG3048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619262776199722738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the cabins we stayed in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DvCDhhzJvhE/Tfuhtwi_CBI/AAAAAAAABcA/-FqLwWCIVlU/s1600/CIMG3045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DvCDhhzJvhE/Tfuhtwi_CBI/AAAAAAAABcA/-FqLwWCIVlU/s320/CIMG3045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619262767572650002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dominic, Sierra, and Danny having fun in the shallow end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra7lkpyHTz8/Tfuhso2h0CI/AAAAAAAABbw/H6pDWDqyGjI/s320/CIMG2998.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619262748327268386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cutie pie husband who did more than his share of chasing after Andrew all week.  He is sure nice to his (very) pregnant wife.  Thanks, sweetie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orPa1kq4DvU/TfuhtPcR0zI/AAAAAAAABb4/ICavIDdTMOA/s1600/CIMG3035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-orPa1kq4DvU/TfuhtPcR0zI/AAAAAAAABb4/ICavIDdTMOA/s320/CIMG3035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619262758686151474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-174140089361535603?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/174140089361535603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=174140089361535603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/174140089361535603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/174140089361535603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/sunset-point-resort.html' title='Sunset Point Resort'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSXjMtupGNg/Tfumi7gqIcI/AAAAAAAABeI/ks4mO-wSuqQ/s72-c/IMG_2306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-1235077615888627716</id><published>2011-06-16T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:32:55.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Name?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Andrew said, "Hiya Kalen" to me. Then today, he said, "Sank ya Kalen." It pretty much cracks me up that he's started calling me Karen. He also calls me Mommy, so I think it'll be okay. :) Especially when soon he'll have another little person calling me Mommy (yay! 39 weeks today by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we've narrowed our choices (again) down to Emily, Colette, or Amelia. We really love all those names, so we're having a hard time making a decision. Some of my favorites are Emily Charlotte, Colette Erin, Colette Eloise (hello French baby...), Amelia Grace, and my sister Laura's vote - Voldemortina. Lovely. ;o) That one probably won't be happening since we didn't name Andrew Hellspike. Sorry guys. Soooo, thoughts? We LOVE Colette Eloise, but worry that people will think we're being weird making it so French. It just goes together so well. We just seriously SERIOUSLY can't wait for little ladybug to make her appearance so we can start snuggling her royal sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, so soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-1235077615888627716?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1235077615888627716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=1235077615888627716&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1235077615888627716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1235077615888627716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-9057191181748201244</id><published>2011-06-14T17:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T17:38:00.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody else?</title><content type='html'>Anybody else think their kids can sense their mothers' weakness and THAT'S when they go in for the kill? Andrew is his most rambuncuous, his most naughty, his most crazy when I'm most tired, most sick, or most pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that kid, though. He was running like a loon throughout the house, screaming and laughing at the top of his lungs while holding onto 2 crayons and one of my slippers. I asked him what he was doing and he came to a dead stop, looked at me and said, "Wunning." Ah, of course. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-9057191181748201244?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/9057191181748201244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=9057191181748201244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/9057191181748201244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/9057191181748201244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/anybody-else.html' title='Anybody else?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7304177443599034128</id><published>2011-06-12T21:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:42:17.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.hayneedle.com/mgen/master:HMI231.jpg?is=1600,1600,0xffffff"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.hayneedle.com/mgen/master:HMI231.jpg?is=1600,1600,0xffffff" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am now a little over 38 weeks, and ready to have this baby. With Andrew, I was extremely patient (until his due date - after that Mike had to deal with the amazing hormonally-charged superfreak). We have the bassinet all set up, all her little clothes put away in drawers, and my bag is packed. For me it's the unknown that makes it difficult. If I knew she wasn't going to come on her own and I'd have to be induced, I could be patient and just wait. Since I have been having some much heavier contractions for the past couple of days, I'm definitely ready to let this little girl come so we can meet her. In the meantime, I'm going to sit back and try to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it. It's not working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-7304177443599034128?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7304177443599034128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7304177443599034128&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7304177443599034128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7304177443599034128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/waiting-game.html' title='The Waiting Game'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-802092504159738330</id><published>2011-06-02T22:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:46:32.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Cute</title><content type='html'>Today is Andrew's 2nd birthday!  I can hardly believe it's been two years since I first laid eyes on this little blue-eyed cutie.  We love this little guy more than we can say.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cutest smile I've ever gotten, and his mouth is full of Cheetos (his choice at the store for lunch was Cheetos and a banana).  I think we definitely spoiled him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEV_h6mnKSU/TehVqBy6DMI/AAAAAAAABbc/wf4YnvinPZQ/s1600/IMG_4570.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEV_h6mnKSU/TehVqBy6DMI/AAAAAAAABbc/wf4YnvinPZQ/s320/IMG_4570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613831116042144962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ukv9B1TLwIM/TehVpm7G49I/AAAAAAAABbU/1nmuUFbUTDc/s1600/IMG_4573.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ukv9B1TLwIM/TehVpm7G49I/AAAAAAAABbU/1nmuUFbUTDc/s320/IMG_4573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613831108828783570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His choice for dinner - a burger.  He hasn't had very many of them, but he is LITERALLY obsessed with cheeseburgers.  That sure beats the horrible things I try to feed him on a regular basis...like stir fry, chicken, green beans.  Oh the horror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4VHdk3uE5A8/TehVpEaPgEI/AAAAAAAABbM/0AElb1hC5yo/s1600/IMG_4576.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4VHdk3uE5A8/TehVpEaPgEI/AAAAAAAABbM/0AElb1hC5yo/s320/IMG_4576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613831099564130370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ColdStone cake.  Can you say amazing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwvnPpMyLs4/TehVomZm14I/AAAAAAAABbE/4vfY0jvBGV4/s1600/IMG_4580.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwvnPpMyLs4/TehVomZm14I/AAAAAAAABbE/4vfY0jvBGV4/s320/IMG_4580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613831091508402050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He really enjoyed us singing Happy Birthday to him.  He sang it to himself all day actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ab9-HwyBCu0/TehVK3PeL_I/AAAAAAAABa8/ShwuafXrKvw/s1600/IMG_4581.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ab9-HwyBCu0/TehVK3PeL_I/AAAAAAAABa8/ShwuafXrKvw/s320/IMG_4581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613830580633219058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singing to himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66naQCI9Rf4/TehVKpsFUtI/AAAAAAAABa0/ybzRrII-LsA/s1600/IMG_4593.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66naQCI9Rf4/TehVKpsFUtI/AAAAAAAABa0/ybzRrII-LsA/s320/IMG_4593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613830576995128018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening his card from Grandma Jacobs.  He was so excited to get a letter, just like Steve from Blues Clues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5O2Jmit41y0/TehVKK7DYgI/AAAAAAAABas/eHPcbt8Imrc/s1600/IMG_4597.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5O2Jmit41y0/TehVKK7DYgI/AAAAAAAABas/eHPcbt8Imrc/s320/IMG_4597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613830568736416258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening presents - he got 2 books, a buffalo stuffed animal, a tricycle, and a matching game.  And to brag, we didn't have to pay for any of it!  It was all stuff that was given to us and then saved for his birthday.  He really liked all the presents, and opened them all himself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9DTVdgNz7I/TehVJldXVjI/AAAAAAAABak/4G1bA0siZjA/s1600/IMG_4602.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9DTVdgNz7I/TehVJldXVjI/AAAAAAAABak/4G1bA0siZjA/s320/IMG_4602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613830558679782962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See?  I was there.  We're playing the game - it's just juice lids with animal stickers on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNRuzwPfcUg/TehVJQZsKHI/AAAAAAAABac/HJ9eiDu7YqY/s1600/IMG_4607.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNRuzwPfcUg/TehVJQZsKHI/AAAAAAAABac/HJ9eiDu7YqY/s320/IMG_4607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613830553027225714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are so blessed to have this little sweetie in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Andrew Wyatt!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-802092504159738330?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/802092504159738330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=802092504159738330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/802092504159738330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/802092504159738330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/two-cute.html' title='Two Cute'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEV_h6mnKSU/TehVqBy6DMI/AAAAAAAABbc/wf4YnvinPZQ/s72-c/IMG_4570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-9026054959858667429</id><published>2011-05-31T20:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:18:23.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness Overload?</title><content type='html'>I meant to post these pictures a REALLY long time ago, but just didn't. For Christmas (see?), my sister Amy gave Andrew these amazingly cute monsters for his room. (And yes, the new little baby will be sharing Andrew's monster themed room. I kinda love it, actually.) And yes, she painted them. AMAZING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andrew always asks me to pick him up after his nap and look at his "monsahs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycZOd5I8Pus/TeWRUCAa6_I/AAAAAAAABaU/_gtNwmYFkMQ/s1600/IMG_4556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613052283909237746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycZOd5I8Pus/TeWRUCAa6_I/AAAAAAAABaU/_gtNwmYFkMQ/s320/IMG_4556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the eyeball balloon. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ksx9KNLy0Jk/TeWRTkp_44I/AAAAAAAABaM/Uesh_tlKQm8/s1600/IMG_4555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613052276030563202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ksx9KNLy0Jk/TeWRTkp_44I/AAAAAAAABaM/Uesh_tlKQm8/s320/IMG_4555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also love how it's parent monsters with their kid monsters. It's so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMN3QSoJlW0/TeWRTQGocHI/AAAAAAAABaE/9WqpjSo26jM/s1600/IMG_4554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613052270513516658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMN3QSoJlW0/TeWRTQGocHI/AAAAAAAABaE/9WqpjSo26jM/s320/IMG_4554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are on his wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EgZn3IXPcHA/TeWRTDS33MI/AAAAAAAABZ8/DDpFWlHvTd0/s1600/IMG_4553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613052267075198146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EgZn3IXPcHA/TeWRTDS33MI/AAAAAAAABZ8/DDpFWlHvTd0/s320/IMG_4553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew reading the Friend and eating his PB&amp;amp;J. Cute. Really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gt1Lvoo7cqw/TeWQlFjkyKI/AAAAAAAABZ0/TzsmB6qz-ck/s1600/IMG_4558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613051477408139426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gt1Lvoo7cqw/TeWQlFjkyKI/AAAAAAAABZ0/TzsmB6qz-ck/s320/IMG_4558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew helped me chop up veggies for dinner. Everytime we'd make a cut he'd say, "Oooooh......yeah!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHVXnCAzDB0/TeWQk6UJzXI/AAAAAAAABZs/UA8C8Qa-CoA/s1600/IMG_4563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613051474390666610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHVXnCAzDB0/TeWQk6UJzXI/AAAAAAAABZs/UA8C8Qa-CoA/s320/IMG_4563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty cute little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KeMWocPgIuo/TeWQkbvE6MI/AAAAAAAABZk/mLSDfnV7CYI/s1600/IMG_4562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613051466182092994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KeMWocPgIuo/TeWQkbvE6MI/AAAAAAAABZk/mLSDfnV7CYI/s320/IMG_4562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-9026054959858667429?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/9026054959858667429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=9026054959858667429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/9026054959858667429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/9026054959858667429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/cuteness-overload.html' title='Cuteness Overload?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycZOd5I8Pus/TeWRUCAa6_I/AAAAAAAABaU/_gtNwmYFkMQ/s72-c/IMG_4556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-1698051626011739374</id><published>2011-05-29T11:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T11:11:21.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's official.  My little guy is growing up.  Within the last week, he learned how to turn a somersault, pull up his own shorts (unless they get stuck on his diapered bum), and how to pedal a tricycle.  I guess it makes sense - he'll turn 2 on Thursday.  But it's a little bittersweet to see him becoming his own little person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I'm just grateful for the moments when he wants to snuggle, for the moments when he asks for a hug, for those little moments when he says "Sank ya Mommy."  I love when he asks for a "backpack" when he wants a piggy-back ride.  I love when he is proud of himself and makes his smug little face or says yay and claps for himself.  I love when he plays with his daddy, and when he sings and dances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I really really love this kid.  He's quickly becoming a real-life toddler, rather than my little baby.  And I'm excited to see what he turns out to be as he gets older.  Cause I'm really loving who he is everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-1698051626011739374?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1698051626011739374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=1698051626011739374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1698051626011739374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1698051626011739374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-9083943825694752599</id><published>2011-05-26T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T19:17:07.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It Together, Man!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm losing my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was going through the newborn baby clothes, trying to get a couple outfits to bring to the hospital. I got so stressed out trying to narrow it down, because I kept thinking things like, "But this one is really cute, too! I really want to put this on her!!" I had to keep reminding myself that I would be bringing her home with me...thus I would be able to dress her for many years to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Mike works with a guy named Patrick. The first time he mentioned him, my mind immediately went to Patrick Star from Spongebob Square Pants. I don't really watch the show, but have seen a few episodes. For some reason, anytime Mike mentions his coworker Patrick, I can't help but laugh straight out loud thinking about him working with Patrick Star. I seriously, seriously can't keep it together. Nice little Michael puts up with his crazy wife.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sites.google.com/site/ragedn/Patrick-Star-nr2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I had a funny thought yesterday. I have definitely gotten into the nesting stage. I am going crazy trying to clean and organize the house before the baby comes. While vacumming, I thought that nesting was nature's way of making sure DFS doesn't come take away my kid before it's even born. Not seriously, of course - my house may get messy but it's nothing nasty. The thought just made me laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I kind of think this blog post is evidence in and of itself that I'm losing my mind. I'm not even going to go back and read it, because I think my brain will explode. Thanks for reading the whole thing and indulging my crazy pregnancy brain. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-9083943825694752599?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/9083943825694752599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=9083943825694752599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/9083943825694752599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/9083943825694752599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/keep-it-together-man.html' title='Keep It Together, Man!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-1700110052452415982</id><published>2011-05-25T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:30:41.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornadoes</title><content type='html'>I am scared of tornadoes. Terrified. So this week has been pretty sad and scary. My heart and thoughts are with all the people around this area who have lost property, loved ones, and their sense of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;normalcy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-1700110052452415982?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1700110052452415982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=1700110052452415982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1700110052452415982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/1700110052452415982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/tornadoes.html' title='Tornadoes'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-4641421629312926375</id><published>2011-05-20T16:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:58:17.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipz</title><content type='html'>So here's something awesome we discovered this week.  There's a gymnastics place here in town called Flipz and occasionally they have days where there's free play for kids under 6.  It only costs $5 per kid and adults are free.  It was so awesome.  Andrew pretty much thought it was the best thing he'd ever done.  They had balance beams of all sizes, floor trampolines, rock climbing, swinging ropes, big balls, and a huge foam block pit.  Baby girl was doing her own gymnastics inside me the whole time.  I took care of her while Mike helped Andrew explore. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After about an hour, he was so worn out.  He opted to just sit on the trampoline while the other kids bounced him.  He'd sit there and if he got high, he'd start clapping and saying, "Yay!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_dJzKTrjxA/Tdbh4J74kEI/AAAAAAAABZc/MT5P4SyzzPc/s1600/IMG_4536.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_dJzKTrjxA/Tdbh4J74kEI/AAAAAAAABZc/MT5P4SyzzPc/s320/IMG_4536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608918740792545346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew making his proud face while walking on a high balance beam.  He actually did a really good job staying up there with just a little help from Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tp9MfeMopkg/Tdbh3kIlboI/AAAAAAAABZU/BR-_KWZkHGU/s1600/IMG_4527.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tp9MfeMopkg/Tdbh3kIlboI/AAAAAAAABZU/BR-_KWZkHGU/s320/IMG_4527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608918730645270146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and Andrew getting ready to jump in the pit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAzzHqy8NC0/Tdbh3REBKuI/AAAAAAAABZM/qoiA4fhaqKk/s1600/IMG_4529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAzzHqy8NC0/Tdbh3REBKuI/AAAAAAAABZM/qoiA4fhaqKk/s320/IMG_4529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608918725525842658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In they go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j5FaU_0ykTA/Tdbh3Ka8m0I/AAAAAAAABZE/69y1xDSuvvE/s1600/IMG_4531.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j5FaU_0ykTA/Tdbh3Ka8m0I/AAAAAAAABZE/69y1xDSuvvE/s320/IMG_4531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608918723742964546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they're in!  It is 5 feet deep, so kids basically just float on the top while the adults sink.  Mike said it was a real workout, but lots of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SafujS0eod0/Tdbh2rsPjzI/AAAAAAAABY8/klzKJE7e10c/s1600/IMG_4530.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SafujS0eod0/Tdbh2rsPjzI/AAAAAAAABY8/klzKJE7e10c/s320/IMG_4530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608918715494010674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are sooo excited to have found another fun indoor activity that will tire out our little sweet boy.&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/1711183251811565907-4641421629312926375?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4641421629312926375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=4641421629312926375&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4641421629312926375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4641421629312926375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/flipz.html' title='Flipz'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_dJzKTrjxA/Tdbh4J74kEI/AAAAAAAABZc/MT5P4SyzzPc/s72-c/IMG_4536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-766901120539518096</id><published>2011-05-20T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:42:23.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Goodbye</title><content type='html'>We had to say goodbye to the Hamiltons this week.  Another law student graduating.  Lucky stiffs. :)  Leave it to me to get pictures of the kids and forgetting entirely to get any pictures of the adults.  Sheesh.  Anyway.  We're really going to miss our amazing friends and all the fun we have together.  We're glad they're not moving too far away!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew was not at all interested in eating until Amelia and her little friend started eating.  Then he was all for it.  I didn't get a good shot of them all cracking up, but they spent the whole time making each other laugh.  Andrew will laugh at anything, and found that if he put his foot on the table, the girls would squeal and say "Oh stinky!" and then they'd all laugh until I worried one/all of them would choke.  Pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_fqdtbfzWE/Tdbe9ux49HI/AAAAAAAABY0/D7r7CycgYeU/s1600/IMG_4504.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_fqdtbfzWE/Tdbe9ux49HI/AAAAAAAABY0/D7r7CycgYeU/s320/IMG_4504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608915538047202418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew and Amelia hugging.  Isn't she such a cutie?  I love that little redhead.  She's so funny, and such a sweetheart.  Andrew loves her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sIiMDCDPvKg/Tdbe9L1wZeI/AAAAAAAABYs/5sX5LJuaP_U/s1600/IMG_4515.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sIiMDCDPvKg/Tdbe9L1wZeI/AAAAAAAABYs/5sX5LJuaP_U/s320/IMG_4515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608915528668177890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hugging Melissa.  He loves that family just as much as Mike and I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ5xz0qmhtc/Tdbe82FuWYI/AAAAAAAABYk/M6ytmQjOPt0/s1600/IMG_4511.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ5xz0qmhtc/Tdbe82FuWYI/AAAAAAAABYk/M6ytmQjOPt0/s320/IMG_4511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608915522829572482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're so grateful to know the Hamiltons and wish them so much luck in their new home.  We're going to miss having them around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Tpq8CzFKgU/Tdbe8tqxSrI/AAAAAAAABYc/QFuyrU8CgzU/s1600/IMG_4512.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Tpq8CzFKgU/Tdbe8tqxSrI/AAAAAAAABYc/QFuyrU8CgzU/s320/IMG_4512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608915520569035442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-766901120539518096?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/766901120539518096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=766901120539518096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/766901120539518096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/766901120539518096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-goodbye.html' title='Another Goodbye'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_fqdtbfzWE/Tdbe9ux49HI/AAAAAAAABY0/D7r7CycgYeU/s72-c/IMG_4504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7073162242159113170</id><published>2011-05-20T16:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:33:16.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barber of Columbia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaron recently had a day off work, so we decided to hire him as our barber.  It doesn't pay much (ahem...or at all) but he does a great job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His first task was Andrew, the wiggliest dude ever.  That white blob sitting under Aaron is my pasty little son.  I think he needs a little sun before we go out swimming this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WWCr3RVnig/Tdbb5zJj3wI/AAAAAAAABYM/L9OINLxDpmA/s1600/IMG_4487.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WWCr3RVnig/Tdbb5zJj3wI/AAAAAAAABYM/L9OINLxDpmA/s320/IMG_4487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608912171965865730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He then cut Mike's hair.  I'd include a picture, but for some reason it's right side up until I post it here and then it's sideways.  Driving me crazy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cK2rmfY4VJI/Tdbb5KllFOI/AAAAAAAABX8/fWGcLmmjq1Q/s1600/IMG_4500.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cK2rmfY4VJI/Tdbb5KllFOI/AAAAAAAABX8/fWGcLmmjq1Q/s320/IMG_4500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608912161077531874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he cut the lawn.  And we finally let him have a break on his day off.  For a few minutes, then Mike and I went out to dinner while he babysat.  Thanks, Aaron!  :)&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/1711183251811565907-7073162242159113170?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7073162242159113170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7073162242159113170&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7073162242159113170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7073162242159113170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/barber-of-columbia.html' title='The Barber of Columbia'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WWCr3RVnig/Tdbb5zJj3wI/AAAAAAAABYM/L9OINLxDpmA/s72-c/IMG_4487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-6344904233484936826</id><published>2011-05-15T20:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:41:30.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha-cha-cha-changes....</title><content type='html'>It's getting to be summer time. You know what that means, right? Graduations. It's not our turn yet, although that'll come up before we know it. (One more year. WOW!) We are so happy for our friends who are moving on, and sad that they're leaving us! We went to two parties today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andrew and his friend Laneia. Everytime they see each other, they hug over and over. It's adorable, even when they accidently knock each other over. I finally got a picture of it today. So sweet. Andrew is definitely going to miss his friend. So will I! I love that little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9Jvu7ZAN8k/TdB9NDjZAII/AAAAAAAABX0/tZANapy7HiA/s1600/IMG_4472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607119199321784450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9Jvu7ZAN8k/TdB9NDjZAII/AAAAAAAABX0/tZANapy7HiA/s320/IMG_4472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike with his buddy Dan, who graduated today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhceGInpZ54/TdB9M71EcZI/AAAAAAAABXs/TblHilgVWl0/s1600/IMG_4477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607119197248450962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhceGInpZ54/TdB9M71EcZI/AAAAAAAABXs/TblHilgVWl0/s320/IMG_4477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally me with my beautiful, amazing friend Liesel. She is such an example to me. She always has a positive spin on everything and has helped me so much to remember to be more Christ-like everyday. She's funny, she's talented, and she's just wonderful. I will seriously miss my neighbor, and am so happy for all the people she will meet in her new home. They don't know what a blessing they're getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xlwgvp0FOCk/TdB9MaFn89I/AAAAAAAABXk/H8d_1u2UHvY/s1600/IMG_4482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607119188191081426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xlwgvp0FOCk/TdB9MaFn89I/AAAAAAAABXk/H8d_1u2UHvY/s320/IMG_4482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And....I'm grateful that not everyone I love is moving away! :) Change is sad and exciting at the same time.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-6344904233484936826?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6344904233484936826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=6344904233484936826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6344904233484936826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6344904233484936826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/cha-cha-cha-changes.html' title='Cha-cha-cha-changes....'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9Jvu7ZAN8k/TdB9NDjZAII/AAAAAAAABX0/tZANapy7HiA/s72-c/IMG_4472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-6134906816950722324</id><published>2011-05-14T20:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:45:05.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Mommy, Like Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqELP22kgKs/Tc8vYOOLm0I/AAAAAAAABXc/eR-MO9VJaDA/s1600/IMG_4462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606752154280500034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqELP22kgKs/Tc8vYOOLm0I/AAAAAAAABXc/eR-MO9VJaDA/s320/IMG_4462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elastic Boy says hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looks weird, but it definitely cracks us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-6134906816950722324?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6134906816950722324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=6134906816950722324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6134906816950722324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6134906816950722324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/like-mommy-like-baby.html' title='Like Mommy, Like Baby'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqELP22kgKs/Tc8vYOOLm0I/AAAAAAAABXc/eR-MO9VJaDA/s72-c/IMG_4462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-593411632471290428</id><published>2011-05-13T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:42:21.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>34 Weeks...</title><content type='html'>...and feeling fine!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vWrZ2Mw6cI/Tc3dz1Aw0jI/AAAAAAAABXU/cw44Hll2A2M/s1600/IMG_4453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606380993619481138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vWrZ2Mw6cI/Tc3dz1Aw0jI/AAAAAAAABXU/cw44Hll2A2M/s320/IMG_4453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-593411632471290428?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/593411632471290428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=593411632471290428&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/593411632471290428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/593411632471290428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/34-weeks.html' title='34 Weeks...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vWrZ2Mw6cI/Tc3dz1Aw0jI/AAAAAAAABXU/cw44Hll2A2M/s72-c/IMG_4453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-8516375719440720683</id><published>2011-05-13T11:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:43:47.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice of Words</title><content type='html'>Today I was bringing Andrew to his room to change his diaper. (It could have easily been used as a weapon of mass destruction.) He was not excited about this idea - flipping out in a major way. I said, "Hey, Andrew. Why are you freaking out?" He stopped instantly, looked at me, and said, "I fweekin." It was the funniest thing ever, but makes me think I need to be careful about how I phrase things in the future. I love my little fweek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-8516375719440720683?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8516375719440720683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=8516375719440720683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8516375719440720683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/8516375719440720683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/choice-of-words.html' title='Choice of Words'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7325187053106336356</id><published>2011-05-09T13:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:18:29.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkJ1uFlcsiM/Tcg5zH3F1QI/AAAAAAAABXM/YBjUHuzQcww/s1600/IMG_4425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604793286708811010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkJ1uFlcsiM/Tcg5zH3F1QI/AAAAAAAABXM/YBjUHuzQcww/s320/IMG_4425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were able to head to St. Louis this weekend to visit family, go to the temple, and the zoo. Andrew loved the zoo. The animals were fun for him, but he was mostly more excited to see the kids running around. :) We had a fun trip, it was extremely nice out, and I have also decided to never again go to the zoo and walk around for two hours when I'm 33 weeks pregnant. I felt really good until the end and then my ankles, feet, and toes were swollen for the rest of the weekend. Yikes. :) I'm really glad we went, though. It was so fun to spend some time just as our little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij-9h8qkC0Q/Tcg5yzgG8hI/AAAAAAAABXE/yVYiXuVlb30/s1600/IMG_4415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604793281243705874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij-9h8qkC0Q/Tcg5yzgG8hI/AAAAAAAABXE/yVYiXuVlb30/s320/IMG_4415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew was pretty impressed with the bears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqqjjURTMDs/Tcg5yciBf5I/AAAAAAAABW8/WEWSYoVFWSQ/s1600/IMG_4402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604793275077722002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqqjjURTMDs/Tcg5yciBf5I/AAAAAAAABW8/WEWSYoVFWSQ/s320/IMG_4402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family at the penguin habitat. Andrew wanted to get inside and swim with the penguins and climb the rocks. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kXPwogh00UM/Tcg5yJGW7cI/AAAAAAAABW0/yLV4t-X2C6s/s1600/IMG_4384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604793269861412290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kXPwogh00UM/Tcg5yJGW7cI/AAAAAAAABW0/yLV4t-X2C6s/s320/IMG_4384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND he kept trying to open the glass to get in with the monkies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2dad-P2ADk/Tcg3yHL3ZGI/AAAAAAAABWs/g1ZpLvuxfaQ/s1600/IMG_4381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604791070324384866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2dad-P2ADk/Tcg3yHL3ZGI/AAAAAAAABWs/g1ZpLvuxfaQ/s320/IMG_4381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew loved riding around in his little hiking backpack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IEO9z2A5XfI/Tcg3xYwRnjI/AAAAAAAABWk/njuRlGkPRSk/s1600/IMG_4412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604791057860632114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IEO9z2A5XfI/Tcg3xYwRnjI/AAAAAAAABWk/njuRlGkPRSk/s320/IMG_4412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He found some polar bears at the gift shop that we weren't sure he was going to give up easily. Luckily he just snuggled with them for awhile and was happy to go see more animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qD2Pmg8IMo/Tcg3xMY4e1I/AAAAAAAABWc/gHJdF_YPSPc/s1600/IMG_4391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604791054541290322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qD2Pmg8IMo/Tcg3xMY4e1I/AAAAAAAABWc/gHJdF_YPSPc/s320/IMG_4391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a cute picture of Andrew. His favorite animal was......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ye3VywU7kSk/Tcg3w-ApV7I/AAAAAAAABWU/8ngv9nxJSxw/s1600/IMG_4392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604791050681538482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ye3VywU7kSk/Tcg3w-ApV7I/AAAAAAAABWU/8ngv9nxJSxw/s320/IMG_4392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this little guy. Andrew looked at these "gucks" for a long time. He loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ--7DzJ_1M/Tcg3wZNI6jI/AAAAAAAABWM/l5lPufzVtdc/s1600/IMG_4393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604791040801827378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ--7DzJ_1M/Tcg3wZNI6jI/AAAAAAAABWM/l5lPufzVtdc/s320/IMG_4393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my little family. So much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-7325187053106336356?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7325187053106336356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7325187053106336356&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7325187053106336356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7325187053106336356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/zoo.html' title='Zoo'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkJ1uFlcsiM/Tcg5zH3F1QI/AAAAAAAABXM/YBjUHuzQcww/s72-c/IMG_4425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-6400573679125072667</id><published>2011-05-04T20:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:07:20.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I3-XvMR7718/TcIBH3bMCpI/AAAAAAAABWE/UktWm-rkOJQ/s1600/IMG_4365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603042121051015826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I3-XvMR7718/TcIBH3bMCpI/AAAAAAAABWE/UktWm-rkOJQ/s320/IMG_4365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lately we've been having some really good days, mixed in with some bad/temper tantrum/sick/defiant-almost-two-year-old moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GOOD:&lt;br /&gt;1. Playing outside with Andrew today.&lt;br /&gt;2. Singing "My Heavenly Father Loves Me" and having Andrew dance while holding dandelion leaves. I am so grateful he can learn the truth about how special he is and who he is and who God is so early in his little life. It's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;3. Finding out he knows the alphabet song! He won't sing it on his own but if I sing it and pause, he'll fill in the right letter and usually the right note. Brag brag. It's good to know, though, that all your work and teaching is actually getting through.&lt;br /&gt;4. His response to me telling him we are going to the library tomorrow - "Cool." Also, anytime his response to my questions is sure ("&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sho&lt;/span&gt;"). It's pretty much adorable and hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mike is done with two of his finals - just two more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. Being pregnant isn't so bad, it really isn't. But there are times when you are just definitely ready to not be pregnant anymore.&lt;br /&gt;2. Craving &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jalepenos&lt;/span&gt;. Not good for the heartburn situation. Especially since I pretty much polished off a jar of them today.&lt;br /&gt;3. Independent little 23 month old boys can sometimes make me crazy. He's so sweet, and I really enjoy his company, but since he isn't quite sure what he wants, even when he wants it NOW....it can be kind of taxing on my brain cells. Here's a typical conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Andrew, are you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hungy&lt;/span&gt;? No.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you want some lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lunk&lt;/span&gt;? No. Yeah, yeah! No. YES!&lt;br /&gt;*Then he laughs hysterically and smiles at me while I try to figure out what just happened here.*&lt;br /&gt;This picture is him when he wasn't feeling well holding the laptop on his lap. He's seen&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Aaron do it, and felt like big stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xG5EUP2Pq0/TcIBHU6clAI/AAAAAAAABV8/7XUFkKK4qGc/s1600/IMG_4366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603042111786882050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xG5EUP2Pq0/TcIBHU6clAI/AAAAAAAABV8/7XUFkKK4qGc/s320/IMG_4366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE UGLY:&lt;br /&gt;1. My hands are so chapped this winter. If I keep lotion on them, they don't crack and&lt;br /&gt;bleed. However, I've spent most of this winter (and spring apparently) with what&lt;br /&gt;looks like red leather gloves on my hands. It's UGLY and I'm so excited for the&lt;br /&gt;weather change just so I can look like I have normal, non-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leprous&lt;/span&gt; hands. Have a&lt;br /&gt;good mental image of that? You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;2. I've gotten to the point where I feel yucky. I'm 33 weeks pregnant, haven't been&lt;br /&gt;wearing makeup, and am exhausted all the time. I don't feel ugly, just like a frumpy&lt;br /&gt;mom. But that's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there's a lot more good going on around here. As usual. I'm grateful for a nice life and nice people in it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-6400573679125072667?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6400573679125072667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=6400573679125072667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6400573679125072667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/6400573679125072667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I3-XvMR7718/TcIBH3bMCpI/AAAAAAAABWE/UktWm-rkOJQ/s72-c/IMG_4365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-498347004462036589</id><published>2011-05-02T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:12:48.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goings on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's been a while since I've posted, so I thought it was time to do a little update.  We have loved Spring so far.  Andrew and I have been making daily trips to the park.  This has been great for Andrew to get out some of his seemingly limitless energy, as well as getting a little sun.  I'm not kidding you when I say I can't really get a good picture of Andrew outside because his skin is so white it messes with the exposure.  I wonder where he got that.. :)  We've both gotten a little more sunkissed, and are loving it.  :)&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mike's been super busy finishing up his 2nd year of law school.  He's now finished with classes and is busy with some last minute interviews for summer internships, as well as studying for his finals.  We miss him around here, and can't wait for him to be finished with his tests next week!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Andrew woke up yesterday at 10 am sick as a dog.  We've been really blessed with a healthy kid.  This is the first illness besides a cold he's ever had.  There's nothing more pathetic than having your little guy come in the room covered in throw-up, frowning and saying, "A hug?"  We spent a day snuggling, drinking water, and having a combo Blues Clues/Charlie and Lola marathon.  Luckily he is much better today.  He's not completely better, but much more so.  Now we're in the extremely whiny mood.  (Both of us, but he's worse.  haha)  I'm taking him to the doctor a little later, but I'm sure he'll be better by tomorrow or Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm 32 weeks along, feeling good, feeling very pregnant.  Chasing an almost 2 year old around has gotten more difficult for sure.  My friend will be having her baby a month after me, and it's her 7th.  So I'll stop whining now.  :)  The baby is healthy, and everything's going great.  We're really blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We're busy, but very happy.  Hope you are as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-498347004462036589?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/498347004462036589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=498347004462036589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/498347004462036589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/498347004462036589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/goings-on.html' title='Goings on...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-4027684986686961132</id><published>2011-04-17T20:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:33:35.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than I Can Imagine</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling more blessed than I can imagine anyone being. Nothing happened, we didn't come into any money, nobody rescued us from the brink of death, nothing like that. I was just sitting here feeling my little girl doing tae kwon do in my stomach, hearing my husband talk to his dad on the phone, and knowing my little guy is safe and happily sleeping in his room. I'm having a little time to myself, which is in itself a tiny miracle. 1. My husband loves his daddy. And I can't blame him. They are interested in so many of the same things and are best buddies. I honestly think that paved the way for Michael being such an amazing dad himself. He and Andrew are best buddies, and that is wonderful to see. 2. My husband is my best friend. We don't fight, we understand each other (typically), and we support each other. We're not perfect, but we're more than just married. We're best friends who got to get married. And it's a whole heck of lot of fun. 3. I am 30 weeks along now. We weren't sure if we would be able to have kids in the first place. When Andrew came along, we were amazed and truly humbled. After that, I thought nothing could make me happier than to be able to have had my little guy. And now we have our own little princess on the way. My sister Amy has given us some clothes (along with some other people) and I gotta tell you. I already know what I want her blessed in, and it's so cute I can hardly stand it. Can't wait to meet this active little girl. 4. Andrew is hilarious, and such a sweetheart. We got to church early today, so I let Andrew draw on a chalkboard. I drew a couple things up there when he asked me to. He then made a few marks on the board, pointed his little stubby finger at his masterpiece and said, "Turtle." He drew a turtle!!!! He was so proud, and my face broke into a smile about a mile wide. We sat with Natalie, Quentin, and their baby Brady today and Andrew went up to Brady and gave him a big hug. I'm so glad he's so sweet to babies. Now if only we could get him to stop touching their eyes... I could go on forever about the cute things he says and does, the sweet way he interacts with everyone he meets, etc etc. But I will spare you. Let's just suffice it to say, I am feeling amazingly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-4027684986686961132?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4027684986686961132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=4027684986686961132&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4027684986686961132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/4027684986686961132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-than-i-can-imagine.html' title='More Than I Can Imagine'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711183251811565907.post-7092662901459631685</id><published>2011-04-14T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:05:48.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helper</title><content type='html'>Andrew loves to help. Which would be really helpful, if he were taller than my knees. :) But he's a very sweet little guy who is finally starting to clean up by himself. (Sometimes.) We love our little helper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helping Daddy barbeque. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmreuvCHPTI/TaeXoNu7rqI/AAAAAAAABV0/-XYLbMRfA9U/s1600/IMG_4085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595607779168202402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmreuvCHPTI/TaeXoNu7rqI/AAAAAAAABV0/-XYLbMRfA9U/s320/IMG_4085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vaccuuming &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKQBo4ijdLo/TaeXnu1WUQI/AAAAAAAABVs/DhYvlLza1fg/s1600/IMG_4096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595607770873614594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKQBo4ijdLo/TaeXnu1WUQI/AAAAAAAABVs/DhYvlLza1fg/s320/IMG_4096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All tuckered out. :) This is from today. He went to the doctor this morning because I was worried he had allergies. Well, he does and being outside so much has really made them flare up. He refused to nap today, so that on top of the fact that he wasn't feeling so great caused him to fall asleep at 6:00 and we couldn't for the life of us get him to wake up. Poor little sleepy guy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oq2MW9lQKnc/TaeXnHFHVJI/AAAAAAAABVk/mciFmgmPr2E/s1600/IMG_4139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595607760202323090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oq2MW9lQKnc/TaeXnHFHVJI/AAAAAAAABVk/mciFmgmPr2E/s320/IMG_4139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1711183251811565907-7092662901459631685?l=firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7092662901459631685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1711183251811565907&amp;postID=7092662901459631685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7092662901459631685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1711183251811565907/posts/default/7092662901459631685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstcomeslove-jacobs.blogspot.com/2011/04/helper.html' title='Helper'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647745639114002845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6Rv63ERKYA/Tn1Sn-Pec2I/AAAAAAAAByw/8sYiGrbfUA4/s220/IMG_0318.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmreuvCHPTI/TaeXoNu7rqI/AAAAAAAABV0/-XYLbMRfA9U/s72-c/IMG_4085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
