<?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-6005752350554105061</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:12:58.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My 2 Aces</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-3994418953061116532</id><published>2010-01-31T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:50:22.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent pics of our boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/S2W0WP05cMI/AAAAAAAAARM/3GhXMlFpYE8/s1600-h/Acey+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432946819790893250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/S2W0WP05cMI/AAAAAAAAARM/3GhXMlFpYE8/s320/Acey+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         Acey, after a haircut by daddy!&lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/S2W0WwiGs-I/AAAAAAAAARk/FRcF_4_G-O4/s1600-h/Double+Trouble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432946828570440674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/S2W0WwiGs-I/AAAAAAAAARk/FRcF_4_G-O4/s320/Double+Trouble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Double Trouble!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/S2W0WuyySiI/AAAAAAAAARc/DXkEN4oXsFI/s1600-h/Noah+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432946828103535138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/S2W0WuyySiI/AAAAAAAAARc/DXkEN4oXsFI/s320/Noah+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Noah....3 months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/S2W0WRoSI1I/AAAAAAAAARU/ayV8WDOOIWs/s1600-h/Noah+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432946820274856786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/S2W0WRoSI1I/AAAAAAAAARU/ayV8WDOOIWs/s320/Noah+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         Precious smiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-3994418953061116532?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/3994418953061116532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2010/01/recent-pics-of-our-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/3994418953061116532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/3994418953061116532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2010/01/recent-pics-of-our-boys.html' title='Recent pics of our boys'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/S2W0WP05cMI/AAAAAAAAARM/3GhXMlFpYE8/s72-c/Acey+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-6386615746473542785</id><published>2010-01-27T13:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:47:20.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to it...</title><content type='html'>It's been forever since I've posted an update! So much has happened in that amount of time, and our babies have grown leaps and bounds! We've finally settled into a rhythm in taking care of 2 babies, I'm glad to say. It was a tough first couple of months dealing with exhaustion and not having enough energy to keep up with the boys, the housework, and life in general! Happily, I'm back into the swing of things, exercising, and have got a good schedule going at home. Throw in an amazingly helpful husband and each day is getting easier and easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm on a mission to lose my last 10 lbs. of baby weight through our vegetarian diet and exercise whenever I get the chance to fit it in. I just want to start my 27th year of life in the best shape I've ever been in. Ace is a main source of motivation for me. He's been getting in shape and losing lbs. for a while now (since I was prego) and is looking fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got an extra blessing this Christmas when we found out that Adrian got the job with the police department!  They are sponsoring him through the Academy, so he was able to quit his current job and go full time without losing pay or benefits!  We are overjoyed, as Ace really really wanted this and are excited to see what the future holds for us with a new and better job on the horizon!  He started the academy the second week of January, and is now in his 4th week.  He loves it...to say the least!  As for me, I'm getting more and more brave venturing out with my two babies.  We've gone on shopping trips, jaunts to the park, and out for lunch.  I've now got my jogging stroller, so now I just need warm weather and we'll be regulars out on the trail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our boys are getting so big!  Acey will be 2 February 20, 2 days after my 27th birthday, and Noah will be 4 months Feb. 16.  Acey still loves his Thomas trains, even more so now that he has a new train table to drive them on and lots more trains and track that we can even keep up with.  He has learned lots more words, especially 2 of the most important words to saving a parent from the brink of frustration: "Help Me".  Before learning those words, he would whine and cry endlessly until we figured out what he wanted.  We are almost in full blown terrible 2 status with him, which makes going out in public difficult, but I'm hoping we get through this stage quickly! Noah is such a big boy now!  He's tripled in size!!  He is so active and loves to chat with anyone who'll talk to him!  He makes lots of cute baby noises and hates being put down for more than five minutes.  We can safely say he loves attention!  he's almost sleeping through the night, but for breast fed babies, that really just means he sleeps between the hours of 11 and 4 am.  He's got a gorgeous smile and a contagious giggle!  What a joy it is being a mommy of 2 boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got lots of exciting things underway for our family!  Stay tuned! XO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-6386615746473542785?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/6386615746473542785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/6386615746473542785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/6386615746473542785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-it.html' title='Back to it...'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-5521887208981819492</id><published>2009-11-22T10:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:12:42.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Noah Joaquin born 10-16-09 @ 8:23 am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SwmCL5YeUAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-Tf1h520p6c/s1600/Noah+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406995968528633858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SwmCL5YeUAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-Tf1h520p6c/s320/Noah+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SwmCMAYQYHI/AAAAAAAAARA/OC0zuwxvtRM/s1600/Noah+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Noah...just 1 week old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SwmCMAYQYHI/AAAAAAAAARA/OC0zuwxvtRM/s1600/Noah+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406995970406768754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SwmCMAYQYHI/AAAAAAAAARA/OC0zuwxvtRM/s320/Noah+5.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&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;In the early morning hours of Friday, October 16, 2009, I started having contractions that made me think, "Great, it's going to be another one of those false alarms."  When the contractions continued for the next 2 hours, I decided to wake up my peacefully sleeping husband (thankfully he was off that day!) and tell him, those four words no husband of an expecting wife wants to hear at 4am, "I think its time!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in a harried rush, we woke up lil Ace, got everything ready to go, and let Ace's mom know that we were headed to the hospital.  She was going to fly in to take care of lil Ace during our hospital stay- I know, the best mother in law ever, right?!! =)  The drive was horrendous...we live over a half an hour away from the hospital (which is downtown, so not only far, but lots of stop lights) and by that time, around 5:30 am, I was in terrible pain.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to the hospital, the nurse checks me and decides that I should be admitted.  No false alarm this time!  In our rush to get to the hospital, we had forgotten one small detail- who was to take care of lil Ace before Ace's mom got here??  Now, under normal circumstances we probably would not have worried so much about this nor had a problem finding someone to come to the hospital to stay with him there, but due to the whole H1N1 fiasco, no person under age 18 was allowed in the hospital!  So we had to find someone to take him for the time being until Ace's mom was to arrive later that afternoon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Considering my last labor took a few hours to progress to delivery, Ace and I thought we had some time.  He called my mom friend who agreed to watch him at her house-the only thing was he had to drive him there.  She lives near us, and remember, we're about a half hour away from the hospital.  I wasn't the least bit worried that Ace wouldn't get back in time.  I thought we'd have a few hours or so!  Boy was I wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Ace left, I got my epidural, and thought things would be smooth sailing.  Wrong again!  My labor was progressing so quickly that the epidural could not keep up, not even with an extra dose of pain meds could I feel comfortable!  Time was ticking away, and this baby was ready to be born.  I was calling and calling Ace to see if he was on his way back to the hospital.  Meanwhile, the nurses were telling me I could push if I wanted to!  I told them I wanted to wait until my husband came back (at this point, he was still 15 minutes away!)  It was crazy...I was just remembering Ace saying to me, "Jen, if we can't find someone to take lil Ace for now, do you think you can do this on your own?"  Great, I'm going to have to deliver on my own!  Just as this thought crossed my mind, Ace walks in the door in the nick of time, I start pushing, and 20 minutes later, the rest is history.  Noah Joaquin enters the world with a quickness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since our little Noah was born at 36 wks. and 4 days, we had to stay two full days in the hospital (they call it, late term preemie).  He was healthy though, and there were no complications and that's all we could ask for!  The hardest thing, believe it or not, was being separated from lil Ace for the longest time ever!  Luckily he was in the caring hands of his Nana, so we didn't have to worry.  We went home the afternoon of the 18th a family of 4!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SwmCMAYQYHI/AAAAAAAAARA/OC0zuwxvtRM/s1600/Noah+5.jpg"&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/6005752350554105061-5521887208981819492?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/5521887208981819492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-baby-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/5521887208981819492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/5521887208981819492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-baby-story.html' title='Our Baby Story'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SwmCL5YeUAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-Tf1h520p6c/s72-c/Noah+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-3567307543111589696</id><published>2009-10-04T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:32:39.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This baby has no more room in there!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too bad this isn't a video...its pretty funny to watch in person, but whenever this baby moves, all can see it! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388952395305375938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SslnptGq2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/v_183xCyooc/s320/belly1.jpg" /&gt;"Normal" Belly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sslnpb2kujI/AAAAAAAAAQo/LV7tOr4Sgww/s1600-h/belly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388952390674463282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sslnpb2kujI/AAAAAAAAAQo/LV7tOr4Sgww/s320/belly2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby is starting to move right where my hand is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388952381739081938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sslno6kNoNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/b3iOcWG2tuM/s320/belly3.jpg" /&gt;Now you can see either a heel or maybe an elbow poking out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SslnopI_HnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/60RtIdk79yc/s1600-h/belly4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388952377061482098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SslnopI_HnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/60RtIdk79yc/s320/belly4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Full blown pointy belly!  Crazy!&lt;br /&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/6005752350554105061-3567307543111589696?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/3567307543111589696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-baby-has-no-more-room-in-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/3567307543111589696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/3567307543111589696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-baby-has-no-more-room-in-there.html' title='This baby has no more room in there!!!'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SslnptGq2MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/v_183xCyooc/s72-c/belly1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-6442032324075467656</id><published>2009-10-03T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:27:47.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34 weeks...baby #2- stay in there!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning I had a wake up call- literally and figuratively speaking!  I woke up with ridiculously painful contractions that were close together and were not letting up!  Of course, given my history (I delivered Acey @ 36 weeks) I was wondering if these were the real thing.  So, I'm thinking history is repeating itself and once again, I'm not ready to go into labor!  Not only do I not have my bag for the hospital packed, but none of the baby's clothes are washed and put away (due to nowhere to put them yet!) as well as we have no one secured to take Acey overnight for when we are in the hospital!  So, Ace and I had a minor freak-out, more me than him.  But I threw some necessities in a suitcase packed some things for Acey, and called my doc and went in to get checked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, it was just false labor for now!  This baby needs a few more weeks in the belly.  So, its rest, rest, and more rest (as much as you can with a toddler!) until hopefully 37 weeks or so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-6442032324075467656?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/6442032324075467656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/10/34-weeksbaby-2-stay-in-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/6442032324075467656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/6442032324075467656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/10/34-weeksbaby-2-stay-in-there.html' title='34 weeks...baby #2- stay in there!!!'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-62101671683249609</id><published>2009-09-19T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:12:46.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from Summer 09 Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Denver Children's Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383411870953370898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW4kvfL9RI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xmupx7vQWEw/s320/Acey+ant+costume+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Acey in an ant costume! surprised he kept it on this long!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW4kJHx4lI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Qi1N5PRSJM4/s1600-h/acey+ant+costume+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383411860654645842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW4kJHx4lI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Qi1N5PRSJM4/s320/acey+ant+costume+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Running around the ant hill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW4ZPn6AnI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xayQDyeTVrY/s1600-h/Acey+ant+costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383411673421447794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW4ZPn6AnI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xayQDyeTVrY/s320/Acey+ant+costume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; May have to consider this for Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW4YwGZJ9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/yLApoCdLVwc/s1600-h/acey+conductor+hat+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383411664959383506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW4YwGZJ9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/yLApoCdLVwc/s320/acey+conductor+hat+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acey and his conductor hat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW4YnabvJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/l3kjSEIyKbg/s1600-h/acey+conductor+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383411662627519634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW4YnabvJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/l3kjSEIyKbg/s320/acey+conductor+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the train set- his favorite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW4YMoli4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/fi-EhLgKlOM/s1600-h/Acey+train+table+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383411655439125378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW4YMoli4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/fi-EhLgKlOM/s320/Acey+train+table+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's my Acey! He loves his trains!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW4XkFCmUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VHFXdW45mik/s1600-h/Acey+train+table+childrens+museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383411644552616258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW4XkFCmUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VHFXdW45mik/s320/Acey+train+table+childrens+museum.jpg" border="0" /&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/6005752350554105061-62101671683249609?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/62101671683249609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/09/pics-from-summer-09-part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/62101671683249609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/62101671683249609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/09/pics-from-summer-09-part-5.html' title='Pics from Summer 09 Part 5'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW4kvfL9RI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xmupx7vQWEw/s72-c/Acey+ant+costume+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-36711475658456683</id><published>2009-09-19T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:03:39.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from Summer 09 Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rocky Mountain Nat'l Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383409715782681778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW2nS2dBLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gujMKtRrkc8/s320/Acey+splashing+alluvial+fan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Splashing in a little stream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW2m9MOhSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lnJQGz1deho/s1600-h/Acey+running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383409709968426274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW2m9MOhSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lnJQGz1deho/s320/Acey+running.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Running from mommy! Its what I do best! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW2S4awtNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vLj23sLMxsA/s1600-h/Acey+RMNP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383409365089826002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW2S4awtNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vLj23sLMxsA/s320/Acey+RMNP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Always have my binky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW2SZe5QZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Xb9p8cf08Qo/s1600-h/Acey+climbing+rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383409356785664402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW2SZe5QZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Xb9p8cf08Qo/s320/Acey+climbing+rocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Testing out my new climbing skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW2RxHA_RI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mLdRf0v635k/s1600-h/Acey+and+Daddy+RMNP+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383409345948089618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW2RxHA_RI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mLdRf0v635k/s320/Acey+and+Daddy+RMNP+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exploring with daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW2RTGQx5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/5ZjcRFrd61g/s1600-h/Acey+and+Daddy+RMNP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383409337891866514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW2RTGQx5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/5ZjcRFrd61g/s320/Acey+and+Daddy+RMNP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW2Q9aIotI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9gBTQIRiw4A/s1600-h/Alluvial+Fan+RMNP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383409332069638866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW2Q9aIotI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9gBTQIRiw4A/s320/Alluvial+Fan+RMNP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom's one scenery shot- the alluvial fan!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-36711475658456683?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/36711475658456683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/09/pics-from-summer-09-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/36711475658456683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/36711475658456683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/09/pics-from-summer-09-part-4.html' title='Pics from Summer 09 Part 4'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SrW2nS2dBLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gujMKtRrkc8/s72-c/Acey+splashing+alluvial+fan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-3361767801446922408</id><published>2009-09-14T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:14:54.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from Summer 09 Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8hKUlaUwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/P1pDc4Sg6cs/s1600-h/Acey+Slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acey loves the Park and Pool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8hJ50102I/AAAAAAAAAOY/knJop66lILs/s1600-h/Acey+Yellow+Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381556533756023650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8hJ50102I/AAAAAAAAAOY/knJop66lILs/s320/Acey+Yellow+Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, walking with Mom and Dad to the park- I love my car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8hJaabZvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/16zYPlLns9M/s1600-h/Acey+Slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381556525323740914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8hJaabZvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/16zYPlLns9M/s320/Acey+Slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy walking me back up the slide after I slid down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8hI4VulQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MCvEaVe6G2U/s1600-h/Acey+Playing+at+Park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381556516177220866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8hI4VulQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MCvEaVe6G2U/s320/Acey+Playing+at+Park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing with my trucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8hIMCq17I/AAAAAAAAAOA/U-OzxM6AxpE/s1600-h/Acey+having+juice+at+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381556504286123954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8hIMCq17I/AAAAAAAAAOA/U-OzxM6AxpE/s320/Acey+having+juice+at+park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drinking an ice cold juice in a shady spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8gkADxnTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/u4vkgid9o0E/s1600-h/Acey+needs+swim+diapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381555882594245938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8gkADxnTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/u4vkgid9o0E/s320/Acey+needs+swim+diapers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey, mom! Please get me some swim diapers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8gjhy-MxI/AAAAAAAAANw/L7dmZi3Cbno/s1600-h/Acey+and+Poppi+at+the+Pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381555874470703890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8gjhy-MxI/AAAAAAAAANw/L7dmZi3Cbno/s320/Acey+and+Poppi+at+the+Pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poppi Phil took me swimming when he was here visiting with Nana Bernie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8gjL72q8I/AAAAAAAAANo/ns80xER00KA/s1600-h/Acey+and+Daddy+Swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381555868602379202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8gjL72q8I/AAAAAAAAANo/ns80xER00KA/s320/Acey+and+Daddy+Swimming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hanging out with my daddy- I know, we're handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8girCGSyI/AAAAAAAAANg/OF28dkuZm1w/s1600-h/Acey+and+Daddy+at+the+Pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381555859770198818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8girCGSyI/AAAAAAAAANg/OF28dkuZm1w/s320/Acey+and+Daddy+at+the+Pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love swimming with my daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8gh4o65zI/AAAAAAAAANY/B81zSqcJAxM/s1600-h/Acey+at+the+Pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381555846242821938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8gh4o65zI/AAAAAAAAANY/B81zSqcJAxM/s320/Acey+at+the+Pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having a snack (at last!) poolside with mommy&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-3361767801446922408?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/3361767801446922408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/09/pics-from-summer-09-part-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/3361767801446922408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/3361767801446922408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/09/pics-from-summer-09-part-3.html' title='Pics from Summer 09 Part 3'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sq8hJ50102I/AAAAAAAAAOY/knJop66lILs/s72-c/Acey+Yellow+Car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-4946867480175745910</id><published>2009-09-12T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:59:34.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Summer 09 Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fun Times at Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx5amqCIjI/AAAAAAAAANI/0pI6rGVVWBo/s1600-h/Acey+stuck+in+yellow+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380809152761307698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx5amqCIjI/AAAAAAAAANI/0pI6rGVVWBo/s320/Acey+stuck+in+yellow+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got stuck in my little yellow car! Help me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx5bOvAe8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/AIN--NV4-m4/s1600-h/Acey+Going+Streaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380809163519589314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx5bOvAe8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/AIN--NV4-m4/s320/Acey+Going+Streaking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going streaking!! (censored by mom!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4sAID87I/AAAAAAAAAM4/W-k9yL12gII/s1600-h/Acey%27s+first+finger+paint.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4sAID87I/AAAAAAAAAM4/W-k9yL12gII/s1600-h/Acey%27s+first+finger+paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380808352144290738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4sAID87I/AAAAAAAAAM4/W-k9yL12gII/s320/Acey%27s+first+finger+paint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first finger painting! And yes, I tried to eat some paint!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4qQnurHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/mwNFwKijo1c/s1600-h/acey+and+daddy+messy+toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4qw2kXCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/E89GGFaideA/s1600-h/Acey+messy+toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4qw2kXCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/E89GGFaideA/s1600-h/Acey+messy+toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx5aO0LOHI/AAAAAAAAANA/d34NNKRbifY/s1600-h/Acey+guilty+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380809146361395314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx5aO0LOHI/AAAAAAAAANA/d34NNKRbifY/s320/Acey+guilty+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's that guilty look again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4qw2kXCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/E89GGFaideA/s1600-h/Acey+messy+toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4rcwlC0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/32EYLM-T1Ks/s1600-h/Acey+learning+to+use+fork+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4rnhamRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pWwc3-IZywE/s1600-h/Acey+learning+to+use+fork+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4rnhamRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pWwc3-IZywE/s1600-h/Acey+learning+to+use+fork+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4rcwlC0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/32EYLM-T1Ks/s1600-h/Acey+learning+to+use+fork+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer, I learned to eat with a fork!  Taking my first bite so triumphantly!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4rnhamRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pWwc3-IZywE/s1600-h/Acey+learning+to+use+fork+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380808345539746066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4rnhamRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pWwc3-IZywE/s320/Acey+learning+to+use+fork+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4rcwlC0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/32EYLM-T1Ks/s1600-h/Acey+learning+to+use+fork+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380808342650555202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4rcwlC0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/32EYLM-T1Ks/s320/Acey+learning+to+use+fork+2.jpg" border="0" /&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&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4qw2kXCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/E89GGFaideA/s1600-h/Acey+messy+toys.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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy's not sure who's messier... Just me, or me AND daddy together!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4qw2kXCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/E89GGFaideA/s1600-h/Acey+messy+toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380808330864516130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4qw2kXCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/E89GGFaideA/s320/Acey+messy+toys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4qQnurHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/mwNFwKijo1c/s1600-h/acey+and+daddy+messy+toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380808322212342898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4qQnurHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/mwNFwKijo1c/s320/acey+and+daddy+messy+toys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx4qw2kXCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/E89GGFaideA/s1600-h/Acey+messy+toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/6005752350554105061-4946867480175745910?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/4946867480175745910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures-from-summer-09-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4946867480175745910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4946867480175745910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures-from-summer-09-part-2.html' title='Pictures from Summer 09 Part 2'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx5amqCIjI/AAAAAAAAANI/0pI6rGVVWBo/s72-c/Acey+stuck+in+yellow+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-5440617559624340785</id><published>2009-09-12T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:41:21.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Summer '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Many Faces of Lil Ace ~ 18 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx1bhPcEwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qIz2kVsQxsw/s1600-h/Acey+Big+Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx1bBQ1OLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Fz4biThlwIw/s1600-h/Acey+naughty+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380804761856850098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx1bBQ1OLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Fz4biThlwIw/s320/Acey+naughty+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes naughty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx1arSc5bI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2aNcWKcEDyE/s1600-h/Acey+chewing+batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380804755958064562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx1arSc5bI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2aNcWKcEDyE/s320/Acey+chewing+batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx0yOjkpnI/AAAAAAAAALg/W9b11ch6NAk/s1600-h/Acey+close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx1aBHTP0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/GY7bNPBCoNQ/s1600-h/Acey+Big+Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380804744637005634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx1aBHTP0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/GY7bNPBCoNQ/s320/Acey+Big+Kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to give kisses!&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx0ygg9HNI/AAAAAAAAALo/gcHzxPwtAsU/s1600-h/Acey+close+up+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380804065871338706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx0ygg9HNI/AAAAAAAAALo/gcHzxPwtAsU/s320/Acey+close+up+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my "I'm guilty of something" look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me- in my favorite Thomas shirt...the one I can find anywhere, whether its clean or dirty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx0xMbBasI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hVlvETPqHr4/s1600-h/Acey+thomas+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380804043297876674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx0xMbBasI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hVlvETPqHr4/s320/Acey+thomas+shirt.jpg" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-5440617559624340785?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/5440617559624340785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures-from-summer-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/5440617559624340785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/5440617559624340785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures-from-summer-09.html' title='Pictures from Summer &apos;09'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sqx1bBQ1OLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Fz4biThlwIw/s72-c/Acey+naughty+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-4739475729348800969</id><published>2009-09-06T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:59:03.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As summer comes to its 'unofficial' end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Labor Day weekend is often called the 'unofficial end to summer' so, as the end of this weekend draws near, I want to reminisce about the fun summer our little family has had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being pregnant during the summer is for the birds!  I've made it though, and I'm actually excited for Fall to come.  The heat this summer was almost unbearable!  Lots of ice cream/popsicles, days at the pool, Sonic cherry limeades, and A/C have helped me to survive the last few months.  Now I'm looking forward to cooler temps and the last weeks of this pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All work and no play...Ace has been hard at work ever since his last 10 day vacation.  He still looks forward to his days off though when he can sleep and sleep and spend time with us!  He's gotten to squeeze in a boys only fishing/camping trip while I was at home in Cali visiting my family, a few Rockies games, and is looking forward to Broncos games in the Fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our little man has accomplished so much this summer!  He recently turned 18 months old, and now as a full fledged toddler, can do many things!  He's not only walking, he's running, loves to play hide and seek, still enjoys reading or being read to, saying a few more words (namely- Thomas, cracker, snack, and more that we're still trying to decipher!).  Acey loves the outdoors (like his daddy!), water and swimming, taking walks to the park, and climbing on and jumping off of any piece of furniture he can before mommy and daddy see!  He's cutting a molar now and another front tooth on the bottom which brings us to the grand total of 8 teeth!  Hopefully he'll get some more soon to help him eat all the snacks he loves to eat!  Speaking of eating, Acey has learned how to use a fork!  Nevermind the spoon, he loves to spear any type of food with his fork.  He's gotten so good at it!  Our bubba still loves his Thomas the train, and any type of car or truck.  He truly is a boy's boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-4739475729348800969?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/4739475729348800969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-summer-comes-to-its-unofficial-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4739475729348800969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4739475729348800969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-summer-comes-to-its-unofficial-end.html' title='As summer comes to its &apos;unofficial&apos; end...'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-5695989940402700886</id><published>2009-09-04T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:38:54.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SqH4u5wtR-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/IPMlU490_qQ/s1600-h/Jen+30+wks.+preg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377852914719868898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SqH4u5wtR-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/IPMlU490_qQ/s320/Jen+30+wks.+preg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that it's just little ol' me again (no more late night tv w/Lynette!) I need to get everyone caught up on how our summer's been! Since I'm feeling the sleepies coming on, I'll just give a quick run down then post pics sooner (hopefully!) rather than later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm about 30 weeks preggers and as I get bigger, I'm becoming restless with being pregnant! It's harder to sleep, breathe, eat, sit, stand, walk, or do just about anything comfortably! I'm constantly feeling a limb in or around my rib cage, and I have to pee constantly! I've said bye bye to 2nd trimester energy and hello to third trimester exhaustion. I'm really ready to have this baby. I know that my due date is November 9, but I am secretly hoping I go into labor a little bit earlier! (Full term is considered 37 weeks, so hopefully no earlier than that!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Around my 24th week, I was having some issues with what seemed like preterm labor contractions. I had to take it easy for a little while and make sure I was drinking plenty of water, and soon things returned to normal. Glucose test came back good, and now, as I'm nearing the middle of my last trimester, doctor visits are changing from every 4 weeks to every 2! Crazy how time flies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still no name picked out for sure. We've got our favorites, but I really think our deciding factor is going to be simply seeing precious baby boy #2's little face in person! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the coming week, I'll be registering for our tour of the hospital, as well as a breastfeeding class (hoping to BF for a year this time! I made it 4 months exclusively, and 6 months supplementing w/ formula for Acey). With Acey, I never made it to the hospital tour since I went into labor 4 weeks early! So I've learned my lesson! Register and get it done early! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Off to bed I go...More catching up to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-5695989940402700886?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/5695989940402700886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/09/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/5695989940402700886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/5695989940402700886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching up!'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SqH4u5wtR-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/IPMlU490_qQ/s72-c/Jen+30+wks.+preg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-3465122567445145080</id><published>2009-08-21T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:09:13.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons...</title><content type='html'>When things don't quite turn out the way you want them to, or an opportunity slips through your fingers, it can cause you to re-evaluate who you are, what you are doing, and where you're headed in life.  Your confidence is checked, your pride is shot, your hopes dashed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to remember that you are where you are for a reason.  Ultimately, He has a plan for you, and His ways are not the ways of man- which is why many times we can't understand why we're in the situations we're in.  Having faith and knowing that things happen for a reason and that it all will work out in the end will help pull you through hard times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being thankful for your faith in God, the love of your family, and their unending support is most important.  Although circumstances may change, these things always remain the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-3465122567445145080?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/3465122567445145080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/3465122567445145080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/3465122567445145080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title='When life gives you lemons...'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-4667501221244589154</id><published>2009-08-06T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:36:25.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank goodness for my nesting instincts kicking in lately!  I'm on a roll with organizing and cleaning!  My in-laws will be visiting this upcoming week, so my hard work is paying off!  Our bedroom looks gorgeous (so proud of the space we freed up in our closet!) and now on to the spare "bedroom"!  I've been going crazy with bins (they always go on sale this time of year!) in all shapes and sizes, now I just need to find space to put the bins!  Made one trip to Goodwill to donate yesterday, and will possibly need to run there once more.  Got our carpets cleaned yesterday morning and now the living room carpet looks like new again!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. So excited for the in-laws to visit!  Acey can't wait to play w/ his nana and poppi!  Not to mention- Ace and I can't wait to have our much anticipated date night @ Dave &amp;amp; Busters!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-4667501221244589154?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/4667501221244589154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/08/nesting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4667501221244589154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4667501221244589154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/08/nesting.html' title='Nesting!'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-4125604535482764854</id><published>2009-08-03T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:03:43.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is it that when you have a child, all your alone time in the bathroom disappears??  Seriously! It's like a luxury just to shower for 20 minutes without a little face popping through the bathroom door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And, I only have 1! What happens when you have 2, or 3 kids??  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-4125604535482764854?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/4125604535482764854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-wondering.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4125604535482764854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4125604535482764854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering...'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-8081592775107393272</id><published>2009-07-31T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:43:26.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Stay-cation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ace's 10 day vacation ended today...We had so many different plans of what to do with all this time off, and as they say, even the best laid plans go awry!  However, we had ourselves a little stay-cation here in town with lots of much needed R&amp;amp;R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After getting my car repaired (not as bad as we thought, but enough to make me sad as I wrote the check), and deciding to renew our lease for another year, we found out that Ace got the Federal job he'd been applying for!  So we're staying in Denver for another year-at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The good news energized us, and with my car running like brand new again, we headed off to CO Springs to visit with some of Ace's family.  We had dinner, talked, and laughed at all of lil Ace's antics (he was in a surprisingly awesome mood despite a very short afternoon nap!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, I decided to take some "me" time to tan and lounge by the pool to finish my book (Friday Night Knitting Club- a tear jerker! but so good!) while Acey took his A.M. nap w/daddy.  My 2 guys met me at the pool after nap to go for a swim.  We had a great time...and I must say, my lil one is a daredevil! Already jumping off the side of the pool into daddy's arms!  After that, we headed off to Evergreen Lake (only 20 minutes away!) so Ace could get some fishing in.  However, Colorado this time of year is prone to afternoon thunderstorms, so once we got there, it was already gloomy and starting to rain.  We ate our Subway sandwiches in the car while Acey slept and waited out the storm.  It cleared up quick and Ace was able to get his fishing time in!  All the while, I was chasing Acey around as he jumped and splashed in EVERY single mud puddle he could find!  BOYS!  Acey's routine would be to stand at the edge of a very large puddle, then count, "1, 2...3!!!" and jump in with both feet! He would even take rocks and dig around in the mud or splash his hands in the puddle to make bubbles to pop!  Then he'd run over to me to give me a muddy leg-hug!  Thank goodness for baby wipes...they're magic! After a stand-up diaper and clothes change, we were tired and ready to head back home.  What a beautiful summer day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The rest of our summer stay-cation was spent at the park as well as beginning our clean-up and organization of our office that will soon be Acey's Thomas the Train themed bedroom.  Yesterday we celebrated Ace's new job with dinner @ BJ's and a choc chip pazookie to go.  Tonight, Ace's back to work, and I miss him already!  What an awesome 10 days with my guys!  Pictures soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-8081592775107393272?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/8081592775107393272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-stay-cation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/8081592775107393272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/8081592775107393272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-stay-cation.html' title='Summer Stay-cation!'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-7418077790458934491</id><published>2009-07-24T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:41:08.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Timing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talk about a sign!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, Ace and I started our hunt for the perfect (or most suitable) place.  We looked at 2 condos and were on our way to check out a townhome when- my car (the car that has not failed me in over 4 years) completely goes to sh**!  I mean literally...it was overheating, coolant leaked everywhere, and every single warning light that it has came on -as if we needed them from the horrible sounds the car was already making!  Literally, it happened in an instant.  I even had an appointment for routine service on it this Saturday! Hmmm...a sign perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After quickly and safely making it home to pick up our other car, then right over to the car shop, Ace was preparing me for the worst...It could be the engine...at least $2,000...was what he was telling me.  Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, right?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Great...with the impending move, that was money that we had budgeted to help us with security deposits and first month's rent and all the other costs that come along with moving.  Now what??  Ace and I took Acey to the park later that evening to let him play while we had a big discussion.  We're so lucky to have a little nest egg towards buying a home in the future...why deplete it with the unnecessary costs of moving when we're comfortable (a little cramped, but nothing we can't deal with), I'm 6 months pregnant, and we're not even sure where we really want to move??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We took everything that happened yesterday as a sign.  God has a plan for us, and obviously this was telling us it's not a good time for us to move.  We need to stay put until the time is really right for us to leave and hey, maybe in another year's time, we'll be in more of a position to buy a home.  All in all, we made the best decision to renew our lease- and we felt great about doing it.  No hesitations, actually just relief.  And on top of that, a free Chipotle dinner from our apartment managers for renewing.  Life is sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-7418077790458934491?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/7418077790458934491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfect-timing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/7418077790458934491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/7418077790458934491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfect-timing.html' title='Perfect Timing!'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-4305124781951577726</id><published>2009-07-19T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:03:55.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acey's gone to his first birthday party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, Ace and I took Acey to his friend's first birthday party at the park. This was a friend he made when I made one of my first "official" mom-friends. There were lots of other babies there around his age so he had fun playing with all of them and making daddy chase him around on the grass. I'm glad Ace went with me because, as I get bigger, I get slower, and Acey only gets faster! I'm amazed at how there are such wide differences between children even in the same age group! Acey was the biggest one there! He looked about the same size as a 2 year old that was there. I had all the moms and other party guests asking me how old he was! He was HUGE compared to a 15 month old there (Acey's about 17 months now). Not to mention, he was the only 1 year old that could walk! So, he did a lot of running around on his own! After the cake and ice cream and playing with his friend's new toys, he was ready for a nap so we high-tailed it out of there before the tantrums started. All in all, it was a great experience, and Acey made a perfect party guest!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a couple of pics of my Acey at his own 1st birthday party...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                              Before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360387247184644146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SmPrzP75iDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Fq4wQICvLcE/s320/Acey%27s+Thomas+Cake+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                            After...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360387248004847874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SmPrzS_c2QI/AAAAAAAAAE4/p-jUyO8CQXc/s320/Acey+eating+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-4305124781951577726?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/4305124781951577726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/aceys-gone-to-his-first-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4305124781951577726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4305124781951577726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/aceys-gone-to-his-first-birthday-party.html' title='Acey&apos;s gone to his first birthday party!'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SmPrzP75iDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Fq4wQICvLcE/s72-c/Acey%27s+Thomas+Cake+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-4841584923451829688</id><published>2009-07-14T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:34:00.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I like to call myself a personal chef...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I'd share one of my all time favorite dinner recipes that has turned out to be also one of the most versatile dishes I've ever found- yes, I found this recipe somewhere, just don't remember where! Sometimes, 'll try something at a restaurant and want to copy it at home, so I search for similar recipes on the internet and tweak the recipe to fit what I can do/find and what is affordable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;They say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but I wouldn't call myself the natural cook. Actually, I've had to do a lot of trial and error with Ace as my judge. I like that he's honest with me and will let me know what he likes and doesn't like. After all, one of my greatest joys is seeing my 2 guys eat happily! Hey, it's the simple things, right?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So being that we love, love, love Mexican food...I found this one recipe for chicken can make so many dishes and is even budget friendly, simple, and you'll have leftovers too (which freeze fabulously!) Try it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mexican Shredded Chicken 3 ways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;What you'll need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;4 boneless skinless chicken breasts (use just 2 if you don't want a whole bunch, but remember, you can freeze the leftovers!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 can of petite diced tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 can of yellow corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 small can of Ortega green chiles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 can of chicken broth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spices: 1/2 tsp. each of: cumin, dry cilantro (use fresh cilantro if you like), garlic powder, onion powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 tbsp. of butter (use just 1 if only 2 chicken breasts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;What to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boil the chicken in a large pot, with some onion and garlic powder, salt and pepper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(you can use fresh onion and garlic instead of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shred the chicken once its cooked through (shred as fine or as thick as you like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Put shredded chicken in large saute pan with butter, and all the spices listed from above and heat over medium heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once butter is melted and spices mixed in, add your canned ingredients (you can use more or less tomato and corn, eyeball it! and less or more green chile depending on how spicy or mild you want it) Use just enough chicken broth to make the chicken juicy, you may not need an entire can- but you don't want the mixture to be dry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Make sure everything is heated and mixed thoroughly then you can have this dish one of three ways! See below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Leftover chicken mixture can be frozen in ziplock freezer bag (quart sized). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For chicken tacos: throw chicken in your favorite kind of tortilla (ours are homemade flour! ask me for the recipe) add some sour cream, shredded lettuce and shredded cheese, and Voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For chicken tortilla soup: This is what I do with my leftover shredded chicken mixture!! Add your shredded chicken to a large soup pot with one of those boxes (not sure the amount) of chicken broth- 2 to 3 cans will work too, again- eyeball it. Add in some fresh spices (garlic/onion powder, cumin, salt, pepper) stir and bring to a boil. Serve w/ crushed tortilla chips, and shredded cheese, and if you like a wedge of lime! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For enchilada casserole: Fry your corn tortillas until soft, dip tortillas in your favorite canned enchilada sauce (green or red) and start layering the tortillas with the chicken mixture on top with shredded cheese, in your baking dish tortillas/chicken/cheese/tortillas/chicken...and so on and finish top layer with sauce and cheese. Bake at 350 deg until cheese is nice and melty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope you get to try this out and your families love it as much as mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-4841584923451829688?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/4841584923451829688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-i-like-to-call-myself-personal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4841584923451829688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4841584923451829688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-i-like-to-call-myself-personal.html' title='Because I like to call myself a personal chef...'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-1653423586065689535</id><published>2009-07-13T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:38:06.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SlwKve1WzuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lesXV1r1JMg/s1600-h/bunk+beds+m%26J.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been having some crazy prego dreams lately. They say pregnant women have crazy dreams sometimes, so I'm taking that as the reason. Normally, I don't even remember my dreams in the A.M., but maybe with the pregnancy, and all this anxiety I'm feeling lately, my mind has been in a swirl at bedtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've had 2 consecutive dreams about snakes. Weird, I know. Especially since snakes scare me to death! I don't even like looking at pictures of them. Both times, there were snakes loose in my house somehow, and no one was worried about it except for me! The second time, there was one under my bed while I was trying to go to sleep, and I just felt paralyzed with fear it would crawl up and get me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Of course, these 2 dreams led me to wonder what the heck it meant to be dreaming about snakes. So I did some "research" on the internet. I found several different meanings-a couple I think I could apply to my life at the moment and others that were way out in left field. Freud obviously had his own interpretation, which I'm sure anyone could guess if you know Freud (I'm not going to even go there!) But the 2 interpretations that stood out to me the most were Rebirth and transformation (hello! becoming a mom again, having 2 children instead of 1), and anxiety over change. Snakes can also mean wisdom. I think these dreams I'm having somehow signal to me that although big changes are about to occur, I should find comfort in the fact that I'm (We're) a little more experienced this time around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now that I've said it, hopefully no more snakes appear in my dreams tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh- since this post was titled "Random", I'm throwing in a pic of the bunk beds I lived in w/ Mariko for 3 (yes, 3) years-in case you didn't believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358169660871068754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SlwK6vJ-zFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KJLAaysYcfE/s320/bunk+beds+m%26J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-1653423586065689535?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/1653423586065689535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/1653423586065689535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/1653423586065689535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SlwK6vJ-zFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KJLAaysYcfE/s72-c/bunk+beds+m%26J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-4192054577086044188</id><published>2009-07-10T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:03:04.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 weeks...only 18 more to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SlgaUPftBtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TPqAm8HtqaM/s1600-h/jen+22+wks+prego2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a doctor's appointment last week. It was just the routine prenatal check-up and confirmation that, according to the ultrasound, we're having a boy. Not only that, but our boy is developing as he should and all looks great!  After that, the nurse practitioner measured my belly (which is growing and growing as well!) and put the doppler to it so we could hear the little guy's heartbeat. Ah, sweet music to my ears! Next up is my glucose screening.  With all the sweets I eat, it's amazing I didn't have it the first time and hopefully don't this time either. But I feel great, and the baby's doing well!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357061121503828786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SlgatQNKmzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/f0lSopq2VXE/s400/jen+22wks+prego.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I'm already past the halfway point! The baby is moving a lot and his kicks are getting stronger!  I've finally taken a cell phone pic of my belly to post. I'm just now starting to get to the time where its uncomfortable to sit and lie down.  A new obstacle to overcome- carrying/lifting a 30 lb. toddler! Lately, I'm craving mashed potatoes, philly cheesesteaks (with cheez whiz of course-the only way!) and of course the usual sweets-this week its brownies. I've done a lot better this pregnancy with cravings...they haven't been as strong this time around (either that or I just loved the idea of eating for 2 the first time!) Not to mention, I cook a lot more now than I did, so we eat a lot better (not too many trips to Wing Stop!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acey is starting to understand a little bit about my big belly. We will ask him, where is baby brother? and he will lift my shirt and point to my flattened belly button-haha, not anywhere else on my belly-just my belly button! How cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on to names...it's safe to say that we're having a tough time on this one!  Ace says its all up to me this time since he has his namesake, it's my turn to name the 2nd one.  So much pressure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time has already gone by so fast! November seems so far, yet so close! &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/6005752350554105061-4192054577086044188?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/4192054577086044188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/22-weeksonly-18-more-to-go.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4192054577086044188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4192054577086044188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/22-weeksonly-18-more-to-go.html' title='22 weeks...only 18 more to go!'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SlgatQNKmzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/f0lSopq2VXE/s72-c/jen+22wks+prego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-661807904862412884</id><published>2009-07-07T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:38:01.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet...Apartment??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The search for a new place for us has been a difficult one!  Our lease is up August 15, but we have to give our 30 day notice July 15!  I've been scouring the rental websites- yes, rental websites- for the past couple of weeks and Ace has been checking the newspaper.  Although we are longing for a home of our own-especially with our growing family- our situation is looking more and more like we may have to call another apartment "home" for another year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So what's the hold up?  Ace is anxiously awaiting 2 possible job offers- one that could take us all the way back home to California and the other that would keep us here in Denver for at least another year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So we're just waiting, but in the mean time, our lease isn't going to wait for us- and if we wanted to go month to month, the crooks that we call our property management want to up our rent from $825 (1bdrm + den) to $990!  OUTRAGEOUS! Therefore, we need to look for something, because I don't know anyone in their right and sane minds who would pay almost a thousand for a 1 bedroom apartment!  (Okay, Mariko and I did while living in San Diego, but that was &lt;em&gt;San Diego!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The planner that I am, this makes me a bit uneasy.  I have moved every year since I left my parents home for college, so I know it takes a lot of time to look and find the right place then add to that, packing and actually moving.  I feel we are leaving a lot of things to do last minute.  However, I have trust in my husband and trust in God that everything will work out!  Although one of the job prospects is in California, for now, we must assume that we'll be staying in Colorado, so...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All of you out there, pray that we find a decent 2 bdrm/2 bath (at least!) for under $900 here in Denver!  Back to my search...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-661807904862412884?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/661807904862412884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-sweetapartment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/661807904862412884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/661807904862412884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-sweetapartment.html' title='Home Sweet...Apartment??!!'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-3397011519356203262</id><published>2009-07-05T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:50:16.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Freedom of Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We Want Our Bed Back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Currently, Ace and I are encountering a small amount of resistance from one very persistant little guy!  It's a little war at home I like to call "Operation Freedom of Sleep."  What's our goal here?  To regain our bed from the grasp of its little dictator.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay, all creativeness aside, Ace and I just want little Acey to start sleeping in his own bed now that we have a new little one on the way.  Why else does he need to sleep in his own crib?  Aside from the obvious...First of all, he's 16 months old and hasn't spent a minute inside that thing since we first brought him home from the hospital.  Second, I'm getting bigger now (in my 22nd week of pregnancy) and need to have as many pillows propping me up in a comfy position as humanly possible.  Third, when you have a big Ace, a pregnant lady, and a little Ace in the middle of your queen sized bed, it doesn't leave much room to move especially when the little Ace likes to sleep in postions that would make a contortionist jealous!  We're talking, feet in your back, stomach, and if your extremely un-lucky, a baby big toe in your face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How did we get to this point??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Majority of new parents that find out they're having a baby have the joy of setting up a cute little nursery with all the matching items and crib for the baby in its own separate room.  We however, did not have this luxury simply due to the fact that we were renting a condo at the time that did not have much space(in which we would be moving from soon thereafter), and Ace and I felt strange leaving a newborn in a room all by itself after bringing him home from the hospital and awaiting his arrival for the past 9 months, we wanted him close to us.  At first, that meant just having his bassinet next to our bed.  But, since I was breastfeeding, as many moms know, you get up in the middle of the night several times and often are too tired to sit up and feed the hungry little one for the next half hour.  So I did what a lot of moms do: I laid little Acey down next to me to feed him and he would drift off to sleep soon after.  How wrong could that be?  Once I stopped breastfeeding, I thought that would be it, and Acey would go back to sleeping in his little crib next to our bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;However, with Ace's job change which meant him moving to graveyard shifts, I was alone at night, and having Acey in his crib just seemed to far for me!  So he just started sleeping in bed with me while daddy was at work.  This arrangement worked well for us until Ace's days off.  Some nights, Acey would sleep all night in his crib while Ace and I slept peacefully in our bed.  Other times, he would wake up in the middle of the night and want to join mommy and daddy in their nice warm bed&lt;/span&gt; .  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This began happening more and more frequently, giving Ace and I backaches upon backaches and sleepless nights.  Thus, we were left with the difficult decision of having to start the dreaded "sleep training."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Currently we are in day 5 of Operation Freedom of Sleep.  The first couple of days were rough and filled with lots of tears (from both Acey and me!).  It was hard to have to put Acey in his crib and hear him cry for us to get him out.  It would take about 30 minutes for him to settle down and fall asleep, but there was a lot of middle of the night waking too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Babies are amazing creatures.  They are empty vessels just ready to take in whatever you give them.  Even the least flexible child (what I consider Acey to be) who sometimes cannot even stray from his routine for an hour at a restaurant, can adjust to new things.  Every new step such as trying solid foods or giving up the bottle, we as parents thought it was going to be extremely hard.  In actuality though, those were our fears-not our baby's.  Those things proved to be relatively simple (he gave up the bottle in just about a day!).  And now, in day 5 of our operation, we've made giant steps toward regaining our own bed back.  Acey now goes into his crib at bedtime without any fuss whatsoever and falls asleep on his own!  I even had the joy of sleeping in our bed by myself (Ace was at work) last night-oh so comfortable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Operation Freedom of sleep accomplished...Next, the Battle of the Binky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-3397011519356203262?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/3397011519356203262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/operation-freedom-of-sleep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/3397011519356203262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/3397011519356203262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/07/operation-freedom-of-sleep.html' title='Operation Freedom of Sleep'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-2570016675575113771</id><published>2009-06-29T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:22:39.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story, Non-Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kiki Wow!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The other day, Mariko sent me a text message that read: "Bumper Sticker: Midwives help people out"...Immediately, I started cracking up! You see, we do that occasionally- find things that would be hilarious to each other and report them via text. We used to just drive all around San Diego, hang out hungover in our shared bedroom (bunkbeds!) or sit in class @ SDSU and laugh about the most random things. Seeing as how we live in 2 separate states now, we have to share laughs usually by text!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was a funny thing though when I received this "bumper sticker" text from her. Yes, the actual saying was funny, but not only that. Since Ace heard me chuckle out loud, I decided to tell him the content of the text. He stared at me blankly..."Okay...that went right over my head!" he said with a smile. Then I got to remembering just why Mariko and I are friends (sisters, and practically commonlaw married in the state of CA) anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mariko gets it. My humor that is. Or rather, we share the exact same type of humor and appreciate the silliness of life in general. Sure, sure, Ace and I laugh together a lot and share a good sense of humor too (you have to when you are married and have a child!), but in a different way. Whenever I get these texts from Mariko, or send one to her, I always remember the times we'd laugh so hard we'd cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkrsWPgamDI/AAAAAAAAACo/gODnp7OaaFg/s1600-h/tracy+mariko+jen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353350973947025458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkrsWPgamDI/AAAAAAAAACo/gODnp7OaaFg/s320/tracy+mariko+jen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Meeting Mariko for the first time in the rental office of the Hardy Ave. Apartments my freshman year of college at SDSU, I didn't know we'd become fast friends. We were on the surface, very different individuals. My first thoughts of her were that she was a "free spirit-type from Santa Cruz" and a brainy intellectual at the same time. Me on the other hand, I was the super girly-girl, needing freedom from her parents, who had to try really hard at getting good grades in school. The first 2 years, we got along great! But it wasn't until we had to share a room (and bunkbeds) for the next 3 years of our college lives that we'd realize we were two peas in a pod!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Skrs56vw5MI/AAAAAAAAACw/x9G2Nh4YvyI/s1600-h/mariko+jen+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353351586849547458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Skrs56vw5MI/AAAAAAAAACw/x9G2Nh4YvyI/s200/mariko+jen+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Over those last 3 years of college, so many memories were made. Lots of them, thankfully were captured on film for future preservation. I remember chuckling at all the crazy outfits we'd see while sitting out on the Campanile walkway @ SDSU. "Cool outfit" or "So Euro!" is what we'd say about all the guys with long shaggy hair wearing clear sunglasses and acid washed, ripped jeans. Or we'd laugh at the crazy amount of &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkrxofjyohI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XD0WtF7w94M/s1600-h/mariko+jen+pi+phi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353356785051935250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkrxofjyohI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XD0WtF7w94M/s320/mariko+jen+pi+phi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;men at school who wore flip flops or "mandals" or "mank-tops" the male version of the tank top. We'd pass time in Linguistics 420 by starting a "stick-man war" in our notebooks. I'd start by drawing a stick-man shooting a gun at her and she'd continue by drawing one back at me. By the end of class, we'd have a full fledged stick man battle on our notes instead of breaking down sentences grammatically! Man, I don't know sometimes how we passed classes together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As many people's college memories go, many of ours were created out of crazy nights at parties, bars, etc. I remember hanging out with the Sigma Alpha Mu's (Sammies!) and playing "Edward forty-hands" with Mickey's 40's (which actually was just Mariko and I drinking our fave malt beverage at our leisure). The random house parties where we'd go to the bathroom together, not for fun, but to steal the toilet paper to take home! That toga party!...All those crazy Halloween outfits ("Da Linguistiks" rap duo and SWAT team were by far the best!)...and Halloween foot! Once we turned 21, we ventured o&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkryfYjXaZI/AAAAAAAAADA/nkAeqSFGeKw/s1600-h/mariko+jen+40s+cheers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353357728063908242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkryfYjXaZI/AAAAAAAAADA/nkAeqSFGeKw/s320/mariko+jen+40s+cheers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ut to the Pacific Beach bar scene...many nights were spent riding our beach cruisers to the bars-Tavern, Typhoon, PB Bar&amp;amp;Grill, Moondoggies, Oh my! and then a Robertacos carne asada burrito at 2am for the drunken bike ride home. Then movies in our bunk beds hungover the next morning! How about the pitchers of beer at &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353357732036904306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkryfnWmhXI/AAAAAAAAADI/_P-956-0hxE/s320/mariko+jen+EAM+40s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Monty's (the bar ON CAMPUS) before class or the several pitchers after finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Who could forget our many car adventures! Short trips or errands would turn into strange but laughable events. Carpooling to SDSU for class and stuck in traffic during the holiday season and singing &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Skr0MSICbfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dhKxFrYRxRk/s1600-h/mariko+jen+pyramid+lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353359598944415218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Skr0MSICbfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dhKxFrYRxRk/s200/mariko+jen+pyramid+lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas carols (our own special versions). Our Spring Break Bonanza road trip (SBB 2003) with stops including Pyramid Lake, Huntington Beach, and finally ending in Santa Cruz (we squeezed 2 beach cruisers in Mariko's Altima...practiced taking apart and putting together our bikes for weeks!). Our Vegas trip...where so many quotes were developed and never forgotten: "good god man, give me some of that sweetness!" not to mention much talk about shocks and clamps! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Skr1mzmkA8I/AAAAAAAAADw/S9TLGCCc08M/s1600-h/mariko+jen+vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353361154119041986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Skr1mzmkA8I/AAAAAAAAADw/S9TLGCCc08M/s320/mariko+jen+vegas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are so many more memories that even as I'm ending this, I'm thinking...wait! I need to include that! Like riding to Jamba when it was raining ash, or drinking a "bladder of wine" during a Diego Roots show and just cracking up at everyone's red stained shirts, Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo that was always hiding in the most inconvenient of places, Philandering Phil, "you got me-again! with the ghiradelli taped to the toilet lid, the potato tour w/a sidecar of sausage, and the tricycle ride down Garnet during PB block party. Seriously. I wish sometimes that people would understand just half of what we were laughing about all the time! I could go on forever...but I'll end with a quote from a friendship book Mariko gave me for my 25th birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"There is a curious fact about friendship that we have always known but rarely acknowledge: By understanding others, we also come closer to understanding ourselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Friends to the End: The True Value of Friendship,&lt;/em&gt; by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; Bradley Trevor Greive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005752350554105061-2570016675575113771?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/2570016675575113771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-story-non-fiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/2570016675575113771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/2570016675575113771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-story-non-fiction.html' title='True Story, Non-Fiction'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkrsWPgamDI/AAAAAAAAACo/gODnp7OaaFg/s72-c/tracy+mariko+jen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-4023247843650574978</id><published>2009-06-26T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:23:21.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Will Be Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkW30XZEHpI/AAAAAAAAABo/_7UAdYpCYIM/s1600-h/acey+playing+with+trucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351885842459926162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkW30XZEHpI/AAAAAAAAABo/_7UAdYpCYIM/s320/acey+playing+with+trucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isn't it amazing how fast children grow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkW31GoEs_I/AAAAAAAAACI/SIDCU9k-mZQ/s1600-h/babyacepeace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351885855139345394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkW31GoEs_I/AAAAAAAAACI/SIDCU9k-mZQ/s320/babyacepeace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Our Acey started out his life as a teeny-tiny 6lb. 12 oz. helpless newborn that needed Ace and I for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As the months passed, he got bigger, and began accomplishing each and every milestone that first parents anticipate. As I was catching up in filling out Acey's memory book, I reminisce about some of his "firsts":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;     First &lt;em&gt;time sleeping through the night&lt;/em&gt;: 4 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;     First &lt;em&gt;time he rolled over&lt;/em&gt;: 5 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;     First &lt;em&gt;time he sat up&lt;/em&gt;: 6 months &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     First &lt;em&gt;time he crawled&lt;/em&gt;: 8 months &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;     First &lt;em&gt;word&lt;/em&gt;: "dada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;     First &lt;em&gt;steps&lt;/em&gt;: 13 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We've now hit the 1 year mark, and looking back at his first year of life, he's been a busy guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, Ace and I just laugh at all the new things he does each day. Just a couple weeks ago, we were noticing just how much this little guy understands. He may not be very verbal just yet, but boy, does he know what we're talking about! Ace and I were amazed at all the simple directions he can follow, like "Bring mommy your cup," or "take off your socks," and even finding something we tell him to find. He's long been identifying objects in books (thanks to mommy being a teacher--he's got an early love of them!), but its just neat to be able to say, "Where is your milk?" and he will go get his cup. Heck, he even knows some baby signs! He'll put his fingers together for "more" and hold his hands up and turn them for "all gone". He's such a smart guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aside from all the "mental" achievements, the physical tasks Acey accomplishes each day make Ace and I look at each other in disbelief! After just a moment of watching either me or daddy do something, he immediately copies us. One morning (shortly after mastering walking) he just started walking backwards!! We were astounded! He still doesn't get that you have to look where you're going (thus-lots of falls). Besides walking backwards, Acey likes to spin around in circles (he thinks it's hilarious!), stand up on his tippy-toes, do what we call the "crazy dance" (which looks like jogging in place!). While at the park, he likes to climb up the slide and attempt to walk down the steps on the jungle gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkW30ghTNkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/k2AuHVrLcbU/s1600-h/acey+popsicle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351885844910388802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkW30ghTNkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/k2AuHVrLcbU/s320/acey+popsicle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When people say little boys are dirty, they aren't kidding! I really don't know how Acey gets as dirty as he does, to the point of changing clothes twice, three times a day, and a mandatory bath before bed! He'll put any rock, crumb, random piece of something he finds on the floor or ground in his mouth. Acey rubs jelly from his breakfast toast in his hair. He fingerpaints with ketchup during lunch. He enjoys trying to eat the soap bubbles in the bath! Ah, boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The best things are all of the above and then some. He is one of the most loving 1 year olds I know. He'll grab you&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkW30o1sP5I/AAAAAAAAABw/NGf4CCOXmVo/s1600-h/acey+hugging+mono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351885847143399314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkW30o1sP5I/AAAAAAAAABw/NGf4CCOXmVo/s320/acey+hugging+mono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r face and give you a big, wet, movie star kiss, or he'll gently pat your back during a hug. He'll share his milk or binky with his "mono" (his favorite stuffed monkey) and "give him a bath" with a dry washcloth. He'll feed you a soggy Cheerio right out of his bowl and touch your face lovingly when you put him to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkW300TyDnI/AAAAAAAAACA/e7eBfFQ4N80/s1600-h/acey+sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351885850222399090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkW300TyDnI/AAAAAAAAACA/e7eBfFQ4N80/s320/acey+sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He's going to have a lot of things to teach baby boy #2 and he'll be such a great big brother!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-4023247843650574978?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/4023247843650574978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/06/boys-will-be-boys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4023247843650574978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4023247843650574978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/06/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys Will Be Boys'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/SkW30XZEHpI/AAAAAAAAABo/_7UAdYpCYIM/s72-c/acey+playing+with+trucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-4662938388806488040</id><published>2009-06-24T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:23:29.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH BOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still the queen of my castle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At least that's how Mariko put it...and I kinda like it that way!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adrian and I are adding another boy to our "team" (he thinks we are on our way to starting our own baseball/soccer team!) and we couldn't be more excited/nervous/scared/_________ (you fill in any other feeling having to do with having another baby).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was crazy how fast today came and how anxious we both were to see what we were having.  I couldn't sleep all night, and when the morning came, it seemed like an eternity until my appointment at noon.   Not only that, not sure if many people know this (if you haven't had an ultrasound done) but they like to torture pregnant ladies by making them drink a humongous glass of water an hour prior to the exam and you cannot go to the bathroom until after the 30-45 minute procedure!!!!!!!!  Pardon my forthcoming-ness, but my bladder was going to explode right there on the exam table!  This should be a pleasant experience, as the U/S technician begins by squeezing that weird jelly all over your belly then rubbing it around until they get good views of every single organ, cute profile of baby's face, 9 photos of the baby's spine and kidneys all from different angles, baby's arms and legs...however, you have to pee so bad that you are just wanting them to hurry up, find the little one's rear end, and let the cat out of the bag....girl or boy??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We definitely saw boy parts! Adrian was not in the least surprised, however, I was due to the fact I was almost convinced this one was a girl since my pregnancy has been so different than the first.  I left the doctor's office quite relieved because of the feeling of being prepared this time, knowing what to expect in raising another little boy.  Adrian I have to say, looked kinda sweaty and nervous...ha! just kidding babe...love you!! No, he really did look nervous though.  I think it made it all the more real now than ever! On top of that, I'm sure he felt that we really are going to have our hands full with not one, but two rambunxious (spelling?) little boys.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What an adventure it will be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-4662938388806488040?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/4662938388806488040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-boy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4662938388806488040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/4662938388806488040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-boy.html' title='OH BOY!'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-7761427956231492192</id><published>2009-06-21T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:41:50.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj79PAw7etI/AAAAAAAAABg/p-MGm4Juerk/s1600-h/Acey+and+daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349991841707817682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj79PAw7etI/AAAAAAAAABg/p-MGm4Juerk/s200/Acey+and+daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ace's second Father's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This morning, Ace's present was waiting for him when he walked in the door from work (he gets off at 6am). I decided to get him a new casual watch for work since the one he has now is slowly dying. I got a great deal on a new G Shock similar to his old one. Needless to say, he was surprised, and he loved it! Along with the usual card from me and card from Acey, I cooked a great dinner and dessert for us tonight before he left for work again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I tried a yummy new recipe I got from Parenting magazine (thus, it was super easy, and I had majority of the ingredients in my pantry or fridge!). Baked pasta w/summer vegetables- it was a hit w/ the lil guy and the big guy! I grilled some shrimp along side for me and big Ace. I love cooking. My proudest moments are seeing my 2 guys eating happily =) Room for dessert? Always. I made a trifle out of angel food cake, strawberry jello, fresh berries, and cool whip. Yum. Me and my prego self will be finishing off the rest of the angel food cake tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Anyone can be a father, but it takes a special person to be a dad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love my dad. My dad and I haven't always seen eye to eye, but what teenager living under their parent's roof really does? He was the voice of reason. I remember when I was younger the bike rides on the back of his bike- he'd put me in my seat first then he'd get on- which was scary for me, but he always reassured me I'd be okay. I remember him playing Candyland with me and teaching me how to play monopoly- then playing for hours! I don't know many dads who buy their 16 year old daughters a Mitsubishi Eclipse sportscar as their first car-but he did. Then he replaced it with a brand new Jetta years later when I totalled it my 2nd year away at college. He's done a lot of things for me in my life that I cannot repay him for, but I am ever so grateful for him and blessed to have him as my dad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ace is an amazing dad and husband. I respect and admire him for what he does for our family. When we found out we were having our first child, it was decided right then and there that I was going to be a stay at home mom and he'd work full time to support us. We knew it was going to take a lot of sacrifice on our part to live off one income- we weren't even sure exactly what kind of financial toll it would take on us. However, he knew how much I'd wanted to stay home to take care of our kids, and he allowed me to live out that dream. Any time we were having money troubles, and I questioned the decision we'd made for me to stay home, he'd back me 100% saying that he wouldn't have it any other way. He would take 2 jobs if he had to. Although his current job is secure and great for right now, he's always looking for a better one in hopes of settling down closer to family and giving us a better life. So is life perfect with him? We have our good days and our bad days. We've been married for a year and together almost 10...and we're still working on it. Yes of course I love him unconditionally. But even more importantly, I respect him. I'm blessed in the fact he calls me his wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-7761427956231492192?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/7761427956231492192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/7761427956231492192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/7761427956231492192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj79PAw7etI/AAAAAAAAABg/p-MGm4Juerk/s72-c/Acey+and+daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-185574802235176400</id><published>2009-06-20T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:02:23.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2 Aces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I thought it would be good to share a little bit about who my 2 Aces are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There's Big Ace...that's short for Adrian...he's my husband, my love, my best friend.  We've been together since high school! We've stuck it out through long distances...I went to college in San Diego, he-in Arizona then in Colorado.  In total, that was 5 years of being apart, but after I graduated, I made the best decision of my life to move to Colorado to live with him!  I got a fabulous job teaching 4th grade, he was finishing up school.  We had a cute little townhouse...life was good!  Fast forward about 3 years...we are happily married now and starting our own family! He's working now for the State of Colorado, but has bigger dreams of moving on to work for the federal government.  We'll see soon where that will take us! He's a wonderful husband and father. I couldn't ask for anything more.  More about him later in my Father's Day post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then there's our Little Ace...That's short for Adrian too! We couldn't have picked a better name for him because he's the spitting image of his daddy!  He even has some of him dad's mannerisms!  He has added so much joy to our lives.  Each day, there's something new with him!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's got his "big boy" attitude now, which means he wants to try to do everything himself- from walking to feeding to messing with all the electronics in the house!  He was born 2 days after my birthday, a late present to me- 4 weeks early! He was small, but I just knew he'd catch up! Boy, was I right! He's such a solid guy...looks tough just like daddy! He's learning to share his feelings through language...what language right now, we're not sure.  He's got his own words and sounds for just about anything! He is picky about the actual words he does say...he personally enjoys saying, mom, yogurt, pancake, fish, shoe, and Oh!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could go on about my 2 Aces for days! I love watching them together- playing, rough-housing, stuff that dads and sons do.  Don't get me wrong, there are the days I want to scream and pull my hair out, but I wouldn't be a normal wife/mom if I didn't have those times.  However, the good always outweighs the bad and God has truly blessed me with an amazing family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-185574802235176400?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/185574802235176400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-aces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/185574802235176400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/185574802235176400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-aces.html' title='The 2 Aces'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-5810252044596720441</id><published>2009-06-19T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:07:54.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little, but growing, family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Our family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There's me Jeni, and my 2 Aces...Adrian is Big Ace and Adrian C. is Little Ace (or Acey as we all like to call him). I will introduce them further in following posts. There's also one more little one on the way! HE or SHE will come into this world on or around Novemer 9, 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Currently, I am 20 weeks into pregnancy number two! Now that I'm past all the nausea, loss of appetite, and extreme sluggishness, I'm enjoying being prego all over again. That's right, I said it...I enjoy being pregnant. Yep, I'm one of those girls. Aside from the aches and pains, weight gain, stretch marks, etc., etc., I really do like pregnancy. It's one of those things I appreciate in being a woman and it really is fun to think of another human being growing inside you. That being said, although this is pregnancy number two, it's been a lot different this time around than the first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When you are pregnant for the first time, you read about everything having to do with pregnancy, babies, labor and delivery...the whole deal. You know 'what to expect' and when to expect it! You photograph every stage of your growing belly and indulge in each one of your cravings (buffalo wings 3 days a week! any kind of fruit-sprinkled with salt! -those were a few of mine). You jump at the chance to buy your first maternity outfit and you spend hours upon hours at Babies R Us or in the baby section of any store oogling at all the clothes and cool baby gadgets you definitely will need. You pour over baby name dictionaries compiling lists of girl names and boy names. Ah, then there's nesting...the affectionate term for going baby crazy the last few months and preparing every possible thing for the new arrival!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To describe my pregnancy number 2 so far...take all the above and throw it out the window! I like to call it, "taking the relaxed approach." All right, so what if I'm 20 weeks in and have no name picked out (we have yet to find out the sex...coming soon June 24th!), have yet to crack open the pregnancy books (I just figure any symptom I'm feeling must be due to being prego!), haven't taken a single picture of my belly (my belly button looks like the end of a hot dog...who wants to document that!?), and haven't even begun to think about acquiring more "things" for baby #2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Call me crazy, but I've just been preoccupied with lots of other things. Namely, my 1 year old who demands majority -if not all- of my attention every day. Not only that, duties as a wife (who stays at home while her husband works nights and sleeps during the day) can keep me very busy too. Add to that just the thought of having 2 children under the age of 2 and believe me, you have no time to do all that fun stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ah, 2 under 2...many parents or parents to be voluntarily choose to avoid this particular family configuration. Adrian and I, however, nervous as we may be, are excited for the challenge. We've always wanted our children to be close in age. Adrian has 4 other siblings-all relatively close in age. I, on the other hand have only one brother who is 8 years younger. I never really "grew up" with him...rather I grew up while he was little and moved out of the house at the beginning of his formative years. I like how siblings close in age have comraderie and a bond that is unlike any friendship. We want our children to be close and take care of one another and have each other to rely on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, yes, we'll have to deal with having kids in diapers at the same time, jealousy issues, scheduling conflicts, etc., etc. but bring it on! We're ready for it, and couldn't be happier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-5810252044596720441?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/5810252044596720441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-little-but-growing-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/5810252044596720441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/5810252044596720441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-little-but-growing-family.html' title='Our little, but growing, family!'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005752350554105061.post-8558527356174324699</id><published>2009-06-19T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:15:07.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? Blog? Never...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Never say never, I guess!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is what happens when your husband's at work, your baby is sleeping (early bedtime!) and you've got some free time on your hands!  I have always balked at the idea of blogging (ask Mariko...who blogs??!!) simply because-why on earth would I want to write about my life and who on earth would want to read about it?  Well, sheer boredom and free time will drive you to do just about anything! I figure, hey, I like to write, and I've got some family and friends (far, far away in California) out there who like to know what we're up to here in Colorado- so why not? I'll give it a try.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This blog is to share with you the trials and tribulations, the ups and downs of being a full time wife and mommy of a 1 year old and another little one on the way!  Hopefully you will enjoy reading about Big Ace's (that's the husband) job aspirations, Little Ace's (the 1 year old baby boy) new accomplishments and experiences, and the daily joys I experience as a wife and mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005752350554105061-8558527356174324699?l=jens2aces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/feeds/8558527356174324699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-blog-never.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/8558527356174324699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005752350554105061/posts/default/8558527356174324699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jens2aces.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-blog-never.html' title='Me? Blog? Never...'/><author><name>Jeni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04157064537455711596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNzRnOSalhk/Sj2SyQcQkLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jJgTuiRu9Lc/S220/jenredlipstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
