<?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-3764777946814227388</id><updated>2011-12-15T02:05:02.844-08:00</updated><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Blue Blue Pink</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-1622957299297265576</id><published>2011-01-08T12:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:12:12.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>So a little late but I wanted to make sure I wrote these all down so I can reflect at the end of the year. I'm hoping to stick to them this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 My biggest goal is to lose weight. It's no secret that I don't look like I use to look.  I gained almost 100 lbs with Jacob, 30 lbs with Logan and 19lbs with Emmie so thats a lot of pounds.  So my mini goals is 35lbs by my Matilda Jane shopping spree in June and then 55lbs by Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 I need to organize my life!  I've got so much stuff in this house and I can't take it. I have high anxiety and all of these boxes and boxes don't help!&lt;br /&gt;#3 Play with my kids more.  Simple as that, take a break to enjoy life with my kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Cook more. I cook dinner almost every night but I'd like to expand my cooking skills. Stay tuned for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Sew sew sew! On that note I leave you with my newest creation. Not hard to make by any means, but a lot of work for me :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/TSjE-Ibk3pI/AAAAAAAAAVE/enEBAk4J_Wo/s1600/DSC02870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/TSjE-Ibk3pI/AAAAAAAAAVE/enEBAk4J_Wo/s320/DSC02870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559910311682956946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-1622957299297265576?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/1622957299297265576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=1622957299297265576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/1622957299297265576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/1622957299297265576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/TSjE-Ibk3pI/AAAAAAAAAVE/enEBAk4J_Wo/s72-c/DSC02870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-4273093202289154922</id><published>2011-01-07T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T17:25:52.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I die young....</title><content type='html'>I've had that stinkin song in my head all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aw8W6hYGZ0E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aw8W6hYGZ0E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to a funeral.  This was an extremely sad funeral because it was for a 12 year old little boy.  A friend of mines son passed away on Tuesday.  He had asthma bad, went into cardiac arrest and died in his mother's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation has drained me. I find myself crying constantly for my friend.  I cannot imagine how she must feel.  The night we went up to the hospital she looked so tired. I couldn't stop crying. I had to walk out of the room numerous times. I tried to be strong for her, but all I could think about were my own kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the funeral and she was calm. She had color back to her face and even was smiling!  She made a speech and told everyone that although this was hard on her and her family, her son had asthma for 12 years and struggled everyday and she felt at peace to know that he was in heaven feeling no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been hugging my babies extra tight the past week and trying to make sure that I'm not sweating the small stuff.  Life is so short. Look at my little family.  I feel like just yesterday I was  bringing my brand new baby boy home and here we are with 3 kids, one about to be 3, one about to be 5 and the other about to be 1 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please kiss your babies, kiss your husband, don't go to bed mad, make sure you take that extra 5 minutes at night to read them a story.  When they are bugging you all day to play the silly and messy Elephfun game, PLAY it. Because you truly never know when it's your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-4273093202289154922?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/4273093202289154922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=4273093202289154922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/4273093202289154922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/4273093202289154922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-i-die-young.html' title='If I die young....'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-6997607267435184820</id><published>2011-01-06T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T11:15:50.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/TSYUUYcPW9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/autuSupUbSQ/s1600/IMG_9428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/TSYUUYcPW9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/autuSupUbSQ/s320/IMG_9428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559153130426293202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/TSYUUMnoonI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0UqX57CpwfU/s1600/IMG_9123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/TSYUUMnoonI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0UqX57CpwfU/s320/IMG_9123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559153127252861554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/TSYUT37eBNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/I9GLeTwkdG0/s1600/IMG_9103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/TSYUT37eBNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/I9GLeTwkdG0/s320/IMG_9103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559153121698907346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get back into this whole blog thing, so bare with me as I'm trying to make it over as well.  I use to be really good at writing in this all the time, then I had Emmerson ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that but I started my own business so things have been very busy around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this first post will just be an update on the kids :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Jacob.  Jacob is 4 1/2 and is already talking about kindergarten like crazy :( We've been getting flyers in the mail almost every day with invitations about open houses so I guess it's time.  It gives me panic attacks to think about him being away from me all day.  I keep asking him if he wants to stay at his preschool one more year so he can go to school with Logan and he says "nope I'm ready for kindergarten"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan has hit the terrible 3's a couple weeks early. It's been extremely difficult around here with sharing and going to bed.  I've said this before but he was born the middle child :)  His birthday is around the corner and he has requested a scooby doo birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmerson...oh Emmerson.  She is almost 10 months old and has been walking since the day she turned 9 months old.  Brad and I always call her little diva and she holds up to that name. Everyone warned me how different girls and boys were as babies.  Now I believe it.  If the girl doesn't get what she wants, she falls flat on the floor and bangs her head into the floor and screams.  It's hilarious almost.  It's a preview of her teenage years and it scares Brad and I to death :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now I'm enjoying life with my 3 little monkeys and trying to get through all the craziness!  I'm hoping I can really come back to blogging again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-6997607267435184820?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/6997607267435184820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=6997607267435184820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6997607267435184820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6997607267435184820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/TSYUUYcPW9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/autuSupUbSQ/s72-c/IMG_9428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-2495971459605904473</id><published>2010-03-23T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:19:28.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the munchkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6uoc1Vl56I/AAAAAAAAATg/SlP9Kr9jTHE/s1600/DSC_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6uoc1Vl56I/AAAAAAAAATg/SlP9Kr9jTHE/s320/DSC_0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452636987169564578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Jacob.  Oh my Jacob.  He's becoming such a big boy.  I seriously look at him and want to cry.  He's turning 4 in a few short months and I honestly have no idea how it came so fast. I know people say "It seems like yesterday" but it seriously feels like yesterday that we were bringing him home from the hospital in his preemie clothes, which now fit on his teddy bears :)  He loves preschool and has had the same "best friend" since day one.  He is so polite and respectful.  He loves his baby sister so much.  About once a day he tells me "Mommy, thank you so much for getting Emmerson out of your belly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  has been an amazing thing to watch how much he has come out of his shell  since starting preschool.  I remember last year when we would go to  playdates he would stay by my side and not play.  But now he barely  knows I'm there.  I didn't think it would happen so soon, but he won't  give me a kiss on the lips anymore either.  He either gives me his cheek  or forehead.  My little guy is growing up on me.  Pretty soon he will  be slamming his bedroom or in my face :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6uoddKFTKI/AAAAAAAAATo/8a-jf7YJy0o/s1600/DSC_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6uoddKFTKI/AAAAAAAAATo/8a-jf7YJy0o/s320/DSC_0697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452636997858708642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logan, man what can I say about Logan.  I have said from the very beginning that he was born a middle child.  He has such a personality on him.  Sometimes that's a good thing but it's also a bad thing ;)  He can be such a sweet little guy at times.  He loves giving mommy and daddy hugs and kisses and right when you think that he's the most sweetest thing you've ever seen, he runs by Jacob and smacks him.  Seriously, Jacob will be sitting on the floor playing quietly by himself and for no reason at all Logan runs by him and just hits him.  I swear Logan has been in time out 100 times this month already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves his baby sister like crazy though.  He wants to hold her all the time.  Today though, I left her on the floor on a blanket and went to the kitchen, which literally was 10 feet away and came back 3 seconds later to find my 10 day old daughter with a piece of pop tart in her mouth.  I explained to Logan that although it is very nice to share with his baby sister, she doesn't eat food yet.  Of course that resulted in a full on temper tantrum on the floor :)  I think it's safe to say Brad and I are scared to see what 3 is like with Logan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6uocnOQpDI/AAAAAAAAATY/AojNADaFj4g/s1600/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6uocnOQpDI/AAAAAAAAATY/AojNADaFj4g/s320/DSC01298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452636983380714546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now let's talk about this little princess that has taken over in our house.  I didn't think I had enough love in my heart for another baby, but boy was I wrong.  Don't get me wrong....I love my boys to death, but there is something different about having a daughter.  I felt an instant strong bond with her as soon as she came out and it gets stronger everyday.  She is such an amazing baby and she has her daddy wrapped around her finger already.  I'll be holding her and brad will ask me "Do you  want me to take her" and I'll say no and then he will say "What I meant to say is can I please hold her."  It's so sweet.  And he will hold her for hours.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fits so perfectly in our family.  I feel so complete and I have never been happier.  Can't wait to see what the next couple months hold for us &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-2495971459605904473?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/2495971459605904473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=2495971459605904473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2495971459605904473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2495971459605904473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-on-munchkins.html' title='Update on the munchkins'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6uoc1Vl56I/AAAAAAAAATg/SlP9Kr9jTHE/s72-c/DSC_0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-7651210556246659092</id><published>2010-03-18T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:25:00.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world Ms. Emmerson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6U87_4elyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/awEjvfqh0XU/s1600-h/DSC_0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6U87_4elyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/awEjvfqh0XU/s320/DSC_0652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450829925460121378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6U885y1cAI/AAAAAAAAATI/hewrLoOf_M8/s1600-h/DSC_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6U885y1cAI/AAAAAAAAATI/hewrLoOf_M8/s320/DSC_0667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450829941005709314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6U88VSpDpI/AAAAAAAAATA/Xw0RsIzKD2M/s1600-h/DSC_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6U88VSpDpI/AAAAAAAAATA/Xw0RsIzKD2M/s320/DSC_0658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450829931207003794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6U89aMYW1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/RdCZbeRIht0/s1600-h/DSC01246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6U89aMYW1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/RdCZbeRIht0/s320/DSC01246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450829949702789970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated in this in a while and it makes me sad because so much is happening and I really need to start recording all of these things before I forget about them.  So my new goal is to try and write in here at least 3 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start with our big news!  Emmerson Nicole Bowen was born on Monday, March 15th, 2010 at 5:59am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the hospital on Sunday the 14th at 6pm to be induced due to my kidneys being backed up again.  When we first got there they hooked me up the monitors and came back in 30 minutes later and said checked me and I was 4cm dilated (I was 2 three days prior) and was contracting on my own.  So they went and checked with the midwives and instead of doing cervidil over night and then pitocin in the morning they decided to just start with pitocin.  I remember looking over at Brad's face when the midwife said "Whose ready to have a baby tonight?"  We were fully expecting him to go home and come back in the morning to get the show on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then anxiety set in.  We have never left the boys before overnight so the thought of them sleeping with someone else besides us really got to us.  I had my mini panic attack and then relaxed so I could "enjoy" my labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about an hour after the pitocin I could start really feeling the contractions.  They came in and checked me at 11pm or so and I was at 5cm.  I asked for the epidural. (which is another entry on it's own)  I felt awesome after that and decided to get some rest.  I slept on and off for 3 or 4 hours and they came back in to check me about 4:30am and I was still at 5cm.  I cried.  I had this fear that the pitocin was going to slow my labor down and I was right.  My midwife came in and broke my water (which was way less traumatic then having it break at home twice) and I immediately felt all this pressure.  She told me to sit through 2 more contractions and she would check me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling her "I have to push, I have to push" and she checked me and sure enough her head was right there.  I was under the impression that an epidural would take away all the pain in labor, including the pushing but boy was I wrong.  It all happened so fast and all I remember was screaming and my midwife telling me she was right there and one more push would bring her into the world and my mom telling me that she had the dark hair I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1.5 pushes she was here.  I never cried after delivering my boys, but I bawled my eyes out when she came out.  I don't know if it was because I was so relieved that after this horrendous pregnancy that she was out and healthy or if it was because the daughter that I have wanted for so long was finally here.  Either way there were a lot of tears in the room that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are home and she is 3 days old.  She's an amazing baby already.  The first 2 nights she gave me a run for my money by not sleeping at all at night, but last night she did really well and only woke up twice to nurse.  She needs to sleep laying right next to me and I swore I wouldn't do that again, but I believe Little Ms. may be our last baby so I'm enjoying every moment with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my little family of 5 is complete and I couldn't be happier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-7651210556246659092?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/7651210556246659092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=7651210556246659092' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/7651210556246659092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/7651210556246659092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-to-world-ms-emmerson.html' title='Welcome to the world Ms. Emmerson'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/S6U87_4elyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/awEjvfqh0XU/s72-c/DSC_0652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-6522581049897876667</id><published>2009-12-23T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:03:43.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you can see I haven't posted every day like I wanted to, but I have good reasons. I've been in the hospital twice since Thanksgiving for these stupid kidney stones so I've just been trying to do what I can. I'll try and play catch up but I have no idea what days these are from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJoKJXeeFI/AAAAAAAAASw/BwEKD6uFQlM/s1600-h/DSC_0941.JPG"&gt;Our little horse drawn carriage ride&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJoKJXeeFI/AAAAAAAAASw/BwEKD6uFQlM/s320/DSC_0941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418507825202493522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logan painting his cup for Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJoJksJyQI/AAAAAAAAASo/gcpE7T9JR4w/s1600-h/DSC_0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJoJksJyQI/AAAAAAAAASo/gcpE7T9JR4w/s320/DSC_0934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418507815357106434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob painting the plate for Santa's cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJoJJpkB6I/AAAAAAAAASg/El1TJ_1ja44/s1600-h/DSC_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJoJJpkB6I/AAAAAAAAASg/El1TJ_1ja44/s320/DSC_0935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418507808098486178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowman pancakes (Logan ate everything but the M&amp;amp;M's) ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJoI4uaCoI/AAAAAAAAASY/pPQkf_ZezpI/s1600-h/DSC_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJoI4uaCoI/AAAAAAAAASY/pPQkf_ZezpI/s320/DSC_0932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418507803555400322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob at his Christmas program next to his best friend Kaiden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJnUWe-ReI/AAAAAAAAASQ/amgxdccdyA4/s1600-h/DSC_0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJnUWe-ReI/AAAAAAAAASQ/amgxdccdyA4/s320/DSC_0926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418506901010662882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan opening his Christmas gift from Greyson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJnT3-jcNI/AAAAAAAAASI/vbWyQNZNA3U/s1600-h/DSC_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJnT3-jcNI/AAAAAAAAASI/vbWyQNZNA3U/s320/DSC_0911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418506892821622994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob open his Christmas gift from Ayla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJnTbEgeiI/AAAAAAAAASA/CGcIeIZyAhY/s1600-h/DSC_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJnTbEgeiI/AAAAAAAAASA/CGcIeIZyAhY/s320/DSC_0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418506885061966370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan writing his letter to Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJnS05dacI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wlZc_6KEqWQ/s1600-h/DSC_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJnS05dacI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wlZc_6KEqWQ/s320/DSC_0905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418506874815080898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob's letter...in which he wrote his own name!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJnSmEIHtI/AAAAAAAAARw/LhkttwF0bL0/s1600-h/DSC_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJnSmEIHtI/AAAAAAAAARw/LhkttwF0bL0/s320/DSC_0904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418506870833290962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-6522581049897876667?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/6522581049897876667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=6522581049897876667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6522581049897876667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6522581049897876667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/12/forget-it.html' title='Forget it'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SzJoKJXeeFI/AAAAAAAAASw/BwEKD6uFQlM/s72-c/DSC_0941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-1224095467366649188</id><published>2009-12-10T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:14:23.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6-10</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, I got a little behind so let me see if I remember what we did ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6- We woke up and painted our yearly ornaments.  Jacob just wanted to hurry up so he could sprinkle glitter on it.  Logan had such a great time!  He loves anything artsy this was right up his ally.  Jacob painted a snowman and Logan painted a Santa.  After they dried, they both picked spots on the tree they wanted their ornaments to go.  I can't wait for them to look at their yearly ornaments when they are older....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGn4h8Ye3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ESi1ShVVfCA/s1600-h/DSC_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGn4h8Ye3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ESi1ShVVfCA/s320/DSC_0655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413792816702192498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGn5LS7OXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Bj7UO4b9egE/s1600-h/DSC_0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGn5LS7OXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Bj7UO4b9egE/s320/DSC_0656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413792827802597746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to the Lights Before Christmas at the zoo.  Nana, Papa, Misty and Alex joined us.  Logan LOVED every minute of this!  It was a bit chilly, but the boys did awesome!  I think Jacob's favorite part was the Hot Cocoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGn5icnDCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/eXa2TVwHWQ8/s1600-h/DSC_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGn5icnDCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/eXa2TVwHWQ8/s320/DSC_0742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413792834017233954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7- We did our gingerbread house Monday night after dinner.  I hot glued it this year so the boys wouldn't pull it apart.  It worked perfectly!  Jacob had a great time decorating it and I think Logan put one gum drop on the house and 10 in his mouth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGn5zQSzXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IoN42DZxCk0/s1600-h/DSC_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGn5zQSzXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IoN42DZxCk0/s320/DSC_0884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413792838528978290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8- Mama was lazy this night so we watched Christmas movies!!  The boys didn't mind a bit :)  Oh yah and we ate Christmas cookies!  That counts right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9- Ok ok mama had another lazy night!  I made chili for dinner because it was FREEZING and Nana and Papa came over and watched a Christmas movie with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10- We painted paper plate wreaths after nap time and the boys decorated them with gems.  Again, I think Logan had the most fun!  He just loves to paint and color.  After dinner we went to this little museum and saw Santa and Mrs. Claus.  Jacob went right up to him and sat on his lap and told him just what he wanted for Christmas.  Logan wouldn't go near him so I had to inch as close as I could to get him in a picture.  Afterwards Mrs. Claus gave the boys a candy cane and Logan decided it was ok to give Santa high five!  We went and looked around at all the Christmas trees in the museum!  It turned out to be a great night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGn6dpSaaI/AAAAAAAAARA/t4kunqxJI4c/s1600-h/DSC_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGn6dpSaaI/AAAAAAAAARA/t4kunqxJI4c/s320/DSC_0887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413792849908099490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGo4UKt1wI/AAAAAAAAARI/34029zQIG3I/s1600-h/DSC_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGo4UKt1wI/AAAAAAAAARI/34029zQIG3I/s320/DSC_0888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413793912515843842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGo4wFvIcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9UiT_TXAato/s1600-h/DSC_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGo4wFvIcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9UiT_TXAato/s320/DSC_0892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413793920011149762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGo5Abmc0I/AAAAAAAAARY/ulVI1arolhs/s1600-h/DSC_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGo5Abmc0I/AAAAAAAAARY/ulVI1arolhs/s320/DSC_0894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413793924397822786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGo5h8FwYI/AAAAAAAAARg/FOJYcVTBJGc/s1600-h/DSC_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGo5h8FwYI/AAAAAAAAARg/FOJYcVTBJGc/s320/DSC_0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413793933392462210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGo6HLUo8I/AAAAAAAAARo/yWlY9KXZqRc/s1600-h/DSC_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGo6HLUo8I/AAAAAAAAARo/yWlY9KXZqRc/s320/DSC_0903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413793943388464066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.....now I'm tired ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-1224095467366649188?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/1224095467366649188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=1224095467366649188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/1224095467366649188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/1224095467366649188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-6-10.html' title='Day 6-10'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SyGn4h8Ye3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ESi1ShVVfCA/s72-c/DSC_0655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-1075706745217100694</id><published>2009-12-05T16:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:21:53.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxr5HUms6iI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xR9IndiqNfQ/s1600-h/DSC_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxr5HUms6iI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xR9IndiqNfQ/s400/DSC_0649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411911806424508962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember Day 4 was void since I was in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Day 3 I was in a lot of pain so we did a quick and easy craft.  The boys decorated Christmas trees that I cut out.  They had a blast with the stickers and I am still finding glitter in their hair.  We also watched Polar Express that night so I suppose it counts :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-1075706745217100694?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/1075706745217100694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=1075706745217100694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/1075706745217100694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/1075706745217100694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxr5HUms6iI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xR9IndiqNfQ/s72-c/DSC_0649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-5711146651279004394</id><published>2009-12-05T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:18:21.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>So I'm being polish and doing Day 5 first :) Tonight we went out to eat with Papa and drove around looking at Christmas lights for a good hour. I don't know who enjoyed it more, the boys or Papa :) When we got home we made our Santa's and at this moment the boys are watching Mickey's Christmas special! It was a perfect Saturday evening :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Please don't mind how crappy I look, please remember I passed 2 kidney stones today...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxr39U-SguI/AAAAAAAAAQI/39jFGjJyohw/s1600-h/DSC_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxr39U-SguI/AAAAAAAAAQI/39jFGjJyohw/s400/DSC_0643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411910535213122274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxr39z5FvPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1LA-HJjQVOw/s1600-h/DSC_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxr39z5FvPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1LA-HJjQVOw/s400/DSC_0646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411910543512812786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxr39Hu6nuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/CsJBvQiTlH8/s1600-h/DSC_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxr39Hu6nuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/CsJBvQiTlH8/s400/DSC_0634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411910531658981090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxr38t7a65I/AAAAAAAAAP4/cIWWNZPBJvc/s1600-h/DSC_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxr38t7a65I/AAAAAAAAAP4/cIWWNZPBJvc/s400/DSC_0632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411910524732107666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-5711146651279004394?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/5711146651279004394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=5711146651279004394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5711146651279004394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5711146651279004394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxr39U-SguI/AAAAAAAAAQI/39jFGjJyohw/s72-c/DSC_0643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-2239808551516287925</id><published>2009-12-05T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:32:28.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr</title><content type='html'>Well My 3rd day of Christmas project will be up later tonight when I upload pics but my 4th day is well...no exisitant.  Although I do have a good reason, I was in the hospital with kidney stones...AGAIN!  So we'll do a re-do and I'll upload all the pictures tonight after the boys go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-2239808551516287925?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/2239808551516287925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=2239808551516287925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2239808551516287925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2239808551516287925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/12/grrrr.html' title='Grrrr'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-5663959834048393738</id><published>2009-12-03T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:24:48.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxf0Uex21NI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JC2d0DpG2uY/s1600-h/DSC_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxf0Uex21NI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JC2d0DpG2uY/s400/DSC_0631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411062110005679314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxf0TxRo40I/AAAAAAAAAPo/WO4k3VR5Bcc/s1600-h/DSC_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxf0TxRo40I/AAAAAAAAAPo/WO4k3VR5Bcc/s400/DSC_0627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411062097790952258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxf0TVy_-jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8NfOt_AEH1w/s1600-h/DSC_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxf0TVy_-jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8NfOt_AEH1w/s400/DSC_0619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411062090414684722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we made our footprint/ hand print reindeer.  I was going to use paint but Logan would have freaked out!  And surprisingly he let me trace his hands and his feet for the first time without a fuss so this craft was fun for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gave them their Christmas Jammies.  Of course they were matching and the boys loved that Santa was on them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-5663959834048393738?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/5663959834048393738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=5663959834048393738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5663959834048393738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5663959834048393738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxf0Uex21NI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JC2d0DpG2uY/s72-c/DSC_0631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-6965602128267570767</id><published>2009-12-02T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:01:03.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 days of Christmas</title><content type='html'>We decided to start a new family tradition this year. We are going to do some kind of Christmas activity or craft every day until Christmas. Along with that, we will be reading a different Christmas story before bedtime every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we made our foam Gingerbread house. Logan didn't get into it at first, but slowly caught on. Jacob loved it. He loves all things Christmas. Every morning he goes to the window and asks if it snowed yet. Luckily for him, we should have flurries tomorrow ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and post everyday, but we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy and Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxa4GdH7U8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/DrTV0IRItzY/s1600-h/DSC_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxa4GdH7U8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/DrTV0IRItzY/s400/DSC_0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410714423368831938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Logan trying to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxa4G203nRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mteUcmxsBmU/s1600-h/DSC_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxa4F5rQ7_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/LHyYiOhO2RI/s400/DSC_0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410714413853372402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxa4lQb0__I/AAAAAAAAAPY/fCMy_f59_H4/s1600-h/DSC_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxa4lQb0__I/AAAAAAAAAPY/fCMy_f59_H4/s400/DSC_0593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410714952538587122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxa4EyodLjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hBnqqC-Mp2U/s1600-h/DSC_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxa4EyodLjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hBnqqC-Mp2U/s400/DSC_0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410714394782674482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-6965602128267570767?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/6965602128267570767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=6965602128267570767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6965602128267570767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6965602128267570767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/12/25-days-of-christmas.html' title='25 days of Christmas'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sxa4GdH7U8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/DrTV0IRItzY/s72-c/DSC_0577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-3571818415571489976</id><published>2009-11-19T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T06:56:20.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a......</title><content type='html'>Well we decided to find out what we are having afterall.  Brad and I rescheduled our ultrasound for this week and decided not to tell anyone.  It was extremely hard not telling my mom because I wanted to scream "We're gonna know soon!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the office and the tech was focusing on the babies face most of the time because that's what my midwife ordered.  He/She has the cutest little face and little nose.  He/She likes to suck their thumb already and is curled up nicely in mommy's belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time to look between the legs.  I was so nervous!  I knew I would have been happy with whatever we saw, but I was still so nervous!  At first she could get the baby to open it's legs. &lt;br /&gt;And then....there it was.....clear as day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest member of our house.....will be a little princess named Emmerson &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are over the moon excited!!  Brad is still in shock!  Jacob can't stop talking about his baby sister named Emmerson that we can call Emme, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-3571818415571489976?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/3571818415571489976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=3571818415571489976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/3571818415571489976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/3571818415571489976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/11/its.html' title='It&apos;s a......'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-5251795221497075897</id><published>2009-10-22T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:42:24.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SuC1l6rY4AI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UtnFkyloECk/s1600-h/DSC_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SuC1l6rY4AI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UtnFkyloECk/s400/DSC_0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395512016600883202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SuC1MPDL5VI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4mNVgXO4nkk/s1600-h/DSC_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SuC1MPDL5VI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4mNVgXO4nkk/s400/DSC_0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395511575392806226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SuC1LrfFXmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jI1KqqjWfSA/s1600-h/DSC_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SuC1LrfFXmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jI1KqqjWfSA/s400/DSC_0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395511565846142562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SuC1LR3OvTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ZFALVlceQFo/s1600-h/DSC_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SuC1LR3OvTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ZFALVlceQFo/s400/DSC_0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395511558968098098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Boo at the Zoo.  We headed over right after preschool and to Jake's surprise he saw his teacher there.  He was so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys did better than I expected this year, although Logan would keep his feet or his hat on, but at least the costume wasn't a big deal to him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-5251795221497075897?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/5251795221497075897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=5251795221497075897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5251795221497075897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5251795221497075897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo-at-zoo.html' title='Boo at the Zoo'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SuC1l6rY4AI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UtnFkyloECk/s72-c/DSC_0497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-4079788679563123189</id><published>2009-10-19T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:15:04.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StyQcJv4pKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xJ-71NjGwgw/s1600-h/DSC_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StyQcJv4pKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xJ-71NjGwgw/s400/DSC_0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394345267010512034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StyQbo856QI/AAAAAAAAANw/qoxSVsrHGpI/s1600-h/DSC_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StyQbo856QI/AAAAAAAAANw/qoxSVsrHGpI/s400/DSC_0395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394345258206750978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StyQa-KrAFI/AAAAAAAAANo/jaMIOHk9Wi4/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StyQa-KrAFI/AAAAAAAAANo/jaMIOHk9Wi4/s400/DSC00880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394345246721769554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Trabbic Family Farm on Saturday for our annual pumpkin patch trip.  We missed out last year because of Logan's nursing habits but the year before that it was pretty mild.  We were all in sweatshirts, but this year was much different.  It was freezing!  We weren't there for long because poor little Logan was freezing his butt off!  We rode the pumpkin train, visited the animals and then headed inside to pay for our pumpkins, cider and donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was cold, the boys had a blast and slept really good for nap time :)   This week comes our ultrasound tomorrow morning, Boo at the Zoo, Mom's night out Halloween party and trick or treating Saturday night!!  Fun Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-4079788679563123189?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/4079788679563123189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=4079788679563123189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/4079788679563123189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/4079788679563123189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch-fun.html' title='Pumpkin Patch fun!'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StyQcJv4pKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xJ-71NjGwgw/s72-c/DSC_0474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-859798009545812683</id><published>2009-10-15T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:30:31.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's first movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StdqM5bIWMI/AAAAAAAAANg/OM4q3j-IkZ0/s1600-h/Christmas+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StdqM5bIWMI/AAAAAAAAANg/OM4q3j-IkZ0/s400/Christmas+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392895848605046978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and I went on our first little date on Saturday.  We went to see Spookly the Square pumpkin.  I didn't grab him one of the little boosters they had for the kids so he kept falling in the chair but he loved it!  He kept grabbing my hand and saying "Mommy, I love movies"  and when we were done he asked me if we go on another date again.  These are the little moments that I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-859798009545812683?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/859798009545812683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=859798009545812683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/859798009545812683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/859798009545812683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/10/jacobs-first-movie.html' title='Jacob&apos;s first movie'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StdqM5bIWMI/AAAAAAAAANg/OM4q3j-IkZ0/s72-c/Christmas+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-3956866461620277973</id><published>2009-10-12T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:13:41.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StNxjz__GwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nVtFL8YVJys/s1600-h/Nikon+338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StNxjz__GwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nVtFL8YVJys/s400/Nikon+338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391778038960560898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fall 2009 has started off down right cold!!  I can't believe my boys are wearing winter coats, hats and mittens already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an exciting next couple of weeks ahead of us.  This week Jacob has a field trip to the pumpkin farm, then we are going to our favorite pumpkin farm on Saturday as a family.  My brother comes home on Sunday and we couldn't be more excited about it!  It has been 6 months!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we find out what little squish is going to be on Tuesday!!  I am beyond excited, no matter what this baby is!  I just want to put a name to the little bumps and kicks I am receiving inside my belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October is one of my favorite months so look for lots and lots of pictures from all the activities will be participating in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StNxvrA8nuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oVDfs-KHmEI/s1600-h/Nikon+348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StNxvrA8nuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oVDfs-KHmEI/s400/Nikon+348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391778242707103458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-3956866461620277973?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/3956866461620277973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=3956866461620277973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/3956866461620277973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/3956866461620277973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-2009.html' title='Fall 2009'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StNxjz__GwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nVtFL8YVJys/s72-c/Nikon+338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-2806534481529025411</id><published>2009-09-18T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:03:46.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on preschool</title><content type='html'>Well since Jacob has been there for 2 weeks I figured I'd do a follow up on preschool.  I drop him off every morning and Logan goes right for the fish tank.  I usually help Jacob put his bag in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cubby&lt;/span&gt; and then sit him down at his desk for his morning activity.  Then I have Logan say "bye bye" to the fish (which is the only way I can get him to leave) and he gives Jacob a hug and a kiss and we leave.  Jacob never even looks back :)  Once we get in the car, Logan pats on Jacob's seat and says "Jake" while being very confused as to why Jacob isn't with us.  When we pick Jake up, Logan goes right to the fish tank again and I help Jacob gather up his papers and his bag.  On Tuesday I asked the teacher how Jacob was doing and she said "He's doing great, but he gets a little distracted from time to time."  I said to her "Uh, he's a boy and he's 3."  Well then I saw their class photo on their website and this is what I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SrPKqocXvrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zBhKYfZrSO8/s1600-h/preschool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SrPKqocXvrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zBhKYfZrSO8/s400/preschool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382868813397606066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice Jacob in the background in the green stripes...completely oblivious to what is going on :)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so maybe he does get a bit distracted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I went to get him and his teacher told me that he had a little accident.  He asked to go to the bathroom and the teacher waited outside.  Well Jacob hasn't really mastered buttons yet, and mommy decided to put him in his cute little Gap Jeans without teaching him out to unbutton them himself.  Poor guy came out with went pants because he couldn't do it.  So I gave his teacher permission to help him until we learn.  Bad bad mommy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never tells us about his day until hours later, usually at the dinner table.  He told us what kind of snack he had and then proceeded to tell us his teachers names!  I was so proud of him for knowing them already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked him what he learned and he told me that the letter M made the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;" sound and that he learned that Jesus made the peoples :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good in the land of preschool :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-2806534481529025411?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/2806534481529025411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=2806534481529025411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2806534481529025411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2806534481529025411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-on-preschool.html' title='More on preschool'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SrPKqocXvrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zBhKYfZrSO8/s72-c/preschool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-2472267966945739204</id><published>2009-09-11T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:29:56.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SqpexlsMRNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AiQAq19PeA4/s1600-h/DSC_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SqpexlsMRNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AiQAq19PeA4/s400/DSC_0321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380216910871545042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob had his first day of preschool on Tuesday.  It was a smooth transition and he didn't even care that I was leaving.  I was fine since I was still at the school since the parents had to attend a parents meeting.  Thursday when I took him and dropped him off he just said "Bye mom, love you"  and that was it.  I was fine until I got in the car and Logan tapped on Jacob's car seat and said "Jake?"  I cried like a little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I picked him up 2.5 hours later and he was fine!  He talks about how much fun he has and how he wishes he could go everyday.  It seems like just yesterday he was a little baby and now he's such a big boy.  There is this song that my mom and my aunt talk about the all the time and I swear it brings me to tears every time I hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't blink&lt;br /&gt;Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife&lt;br /&gt;Don't blink&lt;br /&gt;You just might miss your babies growing like mine did&lt;br /&gt;Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your "better half"&lt;br /&gt;Of fifty years is there in bed&lt;br /&gt;And you're praying God takes you instead&lt;br /&gt;Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think&lt;br /&gt;So don't blink"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-2472267966945739204?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/2472267966945739204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=2472267966945739204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2472267966945739204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2472267966945739204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-preschool.html' title='First Day Of Preschool'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SqpexlsMRNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AiQAq19PeA4/s72-c/DSC_0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-3007529989334268861</id><published>2009-08-05T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:28:56.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes another one....</title><content type='html'>Well almost all of you know already but I thought I should record this in my blog.  We are expecting our 3rd baby!  We found out almost 2 weeks ago.  I started feeling a little queasy and it had lasted almost 3 days so after working out with my aunt one night I went and got a pregnancy test.  Ok I am a pee on a stick addict and I've seen so many negative tests that I almost didn't look.  Before I was even done going I look down and there were to clear positive lines!  I freaked! Brad freaked and told me to go get a digital just to be sure.  So I ran out and took it and this is what we saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SnnAvIlf-kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_4dKGtBajqY/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SnnAvIlf-kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_4dKGtBajqY/s400/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366532346979809858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya have it!  We are thrilled!  I am very very sick with this baby so I haven't got to excited yet, but I'm sure it will come.  First step in this adventure is buying a van.  We are going tomorrow night to look! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first appointment yesterday and I have to say I love this new place.  I am delivering with a midwife again.  They got me on some medicine to hopefully help my sickness and then I had an ultrasound.  Little Squish looks healthy and great!  Heartbeat was 132. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes our crazy life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-3007529989334268861?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/3007529989334268861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=3007529989334268861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/3007529989334268861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/3007529989334268861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-comes-another-one.html' title='Here comes another one....'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SnnAvIlf-kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_4dKGtBajqY/s72-c/Picture+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-6681180351855307996</id><published>2009-07-25T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:04:57.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yah me!</title><content type='html'>I don't ever blog about myself because honestly nothing ever exciting happens to me.  I started weight watchers a week ago.  I have been really strict on myself...even giving up pop completely!!  Well it all paid off because in my first week I lost 5.6 pounds!!!!  I got my special 5lb sticker and a little "hooray party"  It was so exciting!  I actually almost cried when she asked me what this meant to me and I explained how it's been really hard getting pregnant this time around because of the extra weight I am carrying and all I want for Christmas is to lose my 35lbs and get pregnant.  It was bittersweet!  So yah me!  I'm off to a great start!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-6681180351855307996?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/6681180351855307996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=6681180351855307996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6681180351855307996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6681180351855307996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/07/yah-me.html' title='Yah me!'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-1222498174566171100</id><published>2009-07-23T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:14:03.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck at blogging</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to blog more, but by the time I remember to get on here to write one of the kids needs me and well you know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys had their doctor's appointments today. Jacob was there for his 3 year appointment.  When we got in the office he said "Where is Dr. Haider"  It was so cute because it was the first time he ever remember his name!  Which I love since he is going to preschool and will know this one his own!  Oh yah and he also knows his full name, his mom and dads full name his brothers.  Ok ok off track.  Jacob loves stepping on the big boy scale!  He weighs 36lbs!!  He is 38' tall now, too!  Everything went well and Jacob got his medical go ahead for preschool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan was there for his 18 month appointment.  Oh how Logan hates the doctors.  As soon as the nurse asked him to sit on the scale, he screamed.  When the nursed took his temp he cried.  When the nurse measured his head, he screamed.  Oh man and when he had to lay down to be measure he freaked out!  But of course as soon as they are done he is peachy!  He wasn't to sure about Dr. Haider until he saw his big brother give him a hug.  Then it wasn't to bad :)  Logan had to get one shot today, but he did awesome!  Of course the sucker afterwards helped!  Logan still weighs 24lbs! He has been 24lbs since 11 months old!  He is 32".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both boys are growing like weeds and doing well!  We are trying to enjoy our cool summer and anxiously waiting our favorite time of year, fall and winter!!  We are so excited for Halloween and Thanksgiving and Christmas with the boys this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed tuned for pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-1222498174566171100?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/1222498174566171100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=1222498174566171100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/1222498174566171100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/1222498174566171100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-suck-at-blogging.html' title='I suck at blogging'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-7722061147518756710</id><published>2009-07-08T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:51:27.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2009</title><content type='html'>Summer 2009 is already flying by so fast!  I feel like I never have a minute to update this.  I'm going to try some more because I want to try and print this off at the end of the year for the boys' scrapbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what have we been doing?  We had a surprise birthday party for my dad on the 3rd of July and then afterwards we all went to the fireworks.  We got there at 6:30pm and the fireworks didn't start until 10:15pm so I was a little worried how the boys would be for 4 hours.  They were awesome!  My dad took Jacob to go get his face painted but he chickened out and got his arm done instead.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SlTbRL7YzRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/JbfV91E2QY4/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SlTbRL7YzRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/JbfV91E2QY4/s400/DSC00635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356146945156500754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan had a blast rolling around all over the ground.  He was dancing to the music and waving at the all the people!  Logan also had a first at the fireworks!  Funnel Cake!  He sat down with Nana and Aunt Misty and loved it!  He was taking his little pieces and dipping it in the powdered sugar!  So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SlTcgbaI-LI/AAAAAAAAAMI/29fPCWzuX9E/s1600-h/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SlTcgbaI-LI/AAAAAAAAAMI/29fPCWzuX9E/s400/DSC00646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356148306521684146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stay tuned since we are hopefully planning our first camping trip soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-7722061147518756710?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/7722061147518756710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=7722061147518756710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/7722061147518756710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/7722061147518756710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-2009.html' title='Summer 2009'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SlTbRL7YzRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/JbfV91E2QY4/s72-c/DSC00635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-4191574646985731236</id><published>2009-06-09T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:35:19.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Si65M876i6I/AAAAAAAAALw/vfy51aerlFc/s1600-h/263489733_dd785b7484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Si65M876i6I/AAAAAAAAALw/vfy51aerlFc/s400/263489733_dd785b7484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345413439902354338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Si65NIcWMsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rTJD8XzEskY/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Si65NIcWMsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rTJD8XzEskY/s400/DSC00158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345413442991174338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  How in the world are you 3 years old already??  We woke up together snuggling on the morning of your birthday and I sat there wondering how long you were going to be into that.  I told you "Happy Birthday baby" and you smiled and said "Happy Birthday Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday party was great this year!  You were such a good boy and so excited about every present that you opened.  At one point you opened a gift and yelled "Oh my God, I wanted this"  I think it was bubbles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you woke up the next morning and were all of a sudden a big boy.  I feel like it was yesterday when I found out that I was pregnant with you.  I  remember finding out you were a baby boy and being so happy that I was getting a mama's boy, and that's exactly what you are.  I remember being so scared that you came a few weeks early, but you were such a trooper and was only in the NICU for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about your 1st birthday and then 2nd and now 3rd and it's all a little bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep asking daddy if he will take us back to Disney World for Christmas and I think you are wearing him down:)  You remember everything, it's crazy.  You still remember a birthday party that you went to last summer!  You remember everything about it!  You remember every detail about Disney and remind me everyday that it rained the whole time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only have 2 more months until you are in preschool and that is just crazy to me.  I know you will be fine though.  You have blossomed into such a beautiful little boy and I am so proud of you.  I love you baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-4191574646985731236?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/4191574646985731236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=4191574646985731236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/4191574646985731236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/4191574646985731236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Si65M876i6I/AAAAAAAAALw/vfy51aerlFc/s72-c/263489733_dd785b7484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-7771041719443093635</id><published>2009-05-11T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:32:58.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well it's official....</title><content type='html'>My first round of Clomid didn't work like it did the other time.  It's ok though...you know what keeps me smiling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Logan 15 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SghTDMgo9lI/AAAAAAAAALo/qexrM0oZElI/s1600-h/logan+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SghTDMgo9lI/AAAAAAAAALo/qexrM0oZElI/s400/logan+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334605072983193170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob 35 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SghTDGlABRI/AAAAAAAAALg/-KWq8OgX2vY/s1600-h/jjjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SghTDGlABRI/AAAAAAAAALg/-KWq8OgX2vY/s400/jjjj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334605071390868754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-7771041719443093635?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/7771041719443093635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=7771041719443093635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/7771041719443093635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/7771041719443093635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-its-official.html' title='Well it&apos;s official....'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SghTDMgo9lI/AAAAAAAAALo/qexrM0oZElI/s72-c/logan+hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-6569777138291717847</id><published>2009-04-15T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:59:59.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SeYgcNOH4iI/AAAAAAAAALY/PHfd0seHW-U/s1600-h/DSC_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SeYgcNOH4iI/AAAAAAAAALY/PHfd0seHW-U/s400/DSC_0796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324979278369514018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SeYgbuonqJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qTwmT6Qdg2g/s1600-h/DSC_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SeYgbuonqJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qTwmT6Qdg2g/s400/DSC_0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324979270159149202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SeYgbQPPyLI/AAAAAAAAALI/eNgEQcQBM4s/s1600-h/DSC_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SeYgbQPPyLI/AAAAAAAAALI/eNgEQcQBM4s/s400/DSC_0768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324979261999663282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SeYgbOjj31I/AAAAAAAAALA/ir7GM_7PgS0/s1600-h/DSC_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SeYgbOjj31I/AAAAAAAAALA/ir7GM_7PgS0/s400/DSC_0733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324979261547994962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SeYgaxJKpHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IACM6CEu9Rg/s1600-h/DSC_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SeYgaxJKpHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IACM6CEu9Rg/s400/DSC_0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324979253652661362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was great this year:)  I had so much fun shopping for their easter baskets.  I got a lot of the little toys last year the day after at 50% off so they had way to much stuff.  I hid each toy and candy in little eggs so they had to open everything.  Logan had a blast opening each egg to see his new Little People.  Jacob was so much fun this year:)  He was excited about everything he opened and said "thank you easter bunny" after opening each egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through their baskets (and sneaking candy) we went to breakfast with nana and papa.  We had Easter dinner at our house this year so the boys were a bit overwhelmed with my large family here, but had a blast!  It took them forever to find the 57 eggs a piece they had to find for our annual family egg hunt.  Jacob was caught sneaking candy every so often:)  Needless to say he crashed about 7:30pm:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was decent so we even got to eat outside, which Jacob had been waiting for forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our next adventure is planning for Sesame Place in June:)  FUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-6569777138291717847?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/6569777138291717847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=6569777138291717847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6569777138291717847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6569777138291717847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SeYgcNOH4iI/AAAAAAAAALY/PHfd0seHW-U/s72-c/DSC_0796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-6253446249256821473</id><published>2009-04-14T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:58:29.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>My baby is weaned.  After 14 1/2 months of pretty much exclusively breastfeeding, Logan is boob free:)  We started on a Thursday and I expected a lot of crying and begging to nurse, but it went great, without any tears!  Brad took him at night and it's as if he almost forgot how to nurse.  He hasn't even asked since Friday morning.   It's a bittersweet feeling.  I feel like I'm not needed as much now, but at the same time I am so proud of him.  He has done so well with Brad and I can't keep him away from food now.  He wants to eat all day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of him:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter pics to come soon:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-6253446249256821473?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/6253446249256821473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=6253446249256821473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6253446249256821473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6253446249256821473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-5579638365327331212</id><published>2009-03-26T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:57:36.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping in the cuddles</title><content type='html'>AKA Jumping in the puddles. I keep telling him they are called puddles but he doesn't care..he loves to "jump in the the cuddles" With all the rain we have been having we decided it would be cute to go get Jacob a new pair of rain boots and a rain coat.  Ahhh Toddlerhood:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ScvB8T-9UdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nyg9IPPOn98/s1600-h/DSC_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ScvB8T-9UdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nyg9IPPOn98/s400/DSC_0671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317557026941653458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ScvB8HRXCoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XEm1pLHjltI/s1600-h/DSC_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ScvB8HRXCoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XEm1pLHjltI/s400/DSC_0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317557023529175682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ScvB78ZJK1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/dWSr5rp_-Ko/s1600-h/DSC_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ScvB78ZJK1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/dWSr5rp_-Ko/s400/DSC_0660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317557020609030994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ScvB7q3_HPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y_sTf6aglTk/s1600-h/DSC_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ScvB7q3_HPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y_sTf6aglTk/s400/DSC_0668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317557015906557170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA Jumping in the puddles.  I keep telling him they are called puddles but he doesn't care..he loves to "jump in the the cuddles"  With all the rain we have been having we decided it would be cute to go get Jacob a new pair of rain boots and a rain coat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-5579638365327331212?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/5579638365327331212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=5579638365327331212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5579638365327331212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5579638365327331212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/03/jumping-in-cuddles.html' title='Jumping in the cuddles'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ScvB8T-9UdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nyg9IPPOn98/s72-c/DSC_0671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-6587112477384088049</id><published>2009-03-18T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:39:06.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Logan (14 months)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ScE_qX44lvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2gWVnUpQucM/s1600-h/DSC_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ScE_qX44lvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2gWVnUpQucM/s400/DSC_0581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314599032473556722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Dear Logie-&lt;br /&gt;I am writing your letter a couple days early this time:)  How about that for a first:)  You are almost 14 months old!  How in the heck did that happen?  You are such a unique little guy.  You love your mommy with all that you've got.  You love your daddy, too:)  Your face lights up when daddy walks through the door everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love playing outside!  With the nicer weather that has come out way you've been able to play outside a lot the past 2 days.  I have a feeling it's going to be easier to wean Logan once it's nice outside all the time.  You were out there for hours the other day and didn't ask to nurse at all.  You didn't even care that mommy was even there:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Monday marked on the calender as our night weaning day.  It's been marked for a couple weeks so I'm anxious to see how it goes.  I don't mind nursing you still, but night time has to stop.  It's killing mommy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk around saying "iss iss" and give out kisses.  You say "all done" when you are done eating.  Speaking of eating...you have been doing awesome eating lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of the little man that you are becoming.  I love you Logie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-6587112477384088049?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/6587112477384088049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=6587112477384088049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6587112477384088049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6587112477384088049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-logan-14-months.html' title='Dear Logan (14 months)'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ScE_qX44lvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2gWVnUpQucM/s72-c/DSC_0581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-5625446980234119241</id><published>2009-03-16T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:24:07.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob (33 months)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sb6ZOP1GSTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ezUdit6-l54/s1600-h/DSC_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sb6ZOP1GSTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ezUdit6-l54/s400/DSC_0598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313853080390224178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dear Jacob-&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has been really bad at keeping up with your letters lately.  I am 11 days late this month:)&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am trying hard to type this and you are laying on the couch kicking me because you refused to take a nap today.  So instead of laying quietly on the couch like mommy asked you to, you are kicking me trying to get my attention:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are going through a bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; anxiety again.  I decided to hit the gym today and took you to the kids area.  You have never had a problem before but today you cried and held my leg and told me not to go.  I snuck out and about 15 minutes later I was called back in the room.  I thought it was because of your stubborn little brother, but I was surprised to hear it was you.  She said you had been crying since I left.  When I went to pick you up you were sobbing and breathing really hard.  I asked you why you were so upset and you told me that you didn't want me to get lost.  Poor guy, I think you are afraid that I'll leave and not come back.  How do you explain that a 2 1/2 year old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still have such a crazy personality.  The other day you were playing with your salami and you ripped a hole in it.  You then put it on your finger and told me it was your purse:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told daddy the other as you were riding your new bike that you got it on sale...1/2 price:)  I tell you what little man..you are 100% your mama;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;playdate&lt;/span&gt;) and tell me your not ready to give up your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nukie&lt;/span&gt; yet.  I think we may have to put a call in to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nuk&lt;/span&gt; fairy soon because sweet boy...3 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; do not need pacifiers at bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, you are making a big move in the next month.  We are converting our master bedroom into a room for you and your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bubby&lt;/span&gt; to share.  I'm hoping it helps you both sleep a little better:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweet pea.  I am sad that you are almost 3.  It doesn't seem possible that you are almost in preschool.  Slow down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doodlebop&lt;/span&gt;....mommy isn't ready for all this yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-5625446980234119241?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/5625446980234119241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=5625446980234119241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5625446980234119241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5625446980234119241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/03/jacob-33-months.html' title='Jacob (33 months)'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/Sb6ZOP1GSTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ezUdit6-l54/s72-c/DSC_0598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-4139027195249304778</id><published>2009-03-04T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:55:01.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool</title><content type='html'>We finally found a preschool!  We went to look at our top choice today, and as soon as I walked in the doors I knew I would love it!  We met with one of the teachers and she asked Jacob if he was ready to walk around and see the classrooms, and he was a little scared at first but followed her around!  We went and checked out the kids in gym playing with the parachutes and Jacob couldn't take his eyes off it.  I could tell he wanted to play, but today was the 4 year old group and of course he would get knocked over in minutes;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and checked out all the classrooms.  I loved how each classroom was themed.  I don't remember what color it was, but he loved the classroom with all the kitchen and cleaning stuff, even over the one with the trucks and trains!  Logan loved it, too, and screamed when I told them it was time to go.  The teacher commented on much in love Jacob was with his brother and how sweet he was to him:)  Made me think maybe I'm doing something right here;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking out, the pastor stopped us and was talking to Jacob.  Jacob told him he that he had a boo boo on his finger and the pastor told Jacob to ask Jesus to make it feel better.  I was afraid of what his reply would be, but instead he look at him and said "Oh, I love jesus"  :)  It made me so proud:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we love and are very excited to start this fall!  Of course Jacob can't stop talking about it!  The zoo is pretty close to the school and I figure in the fall Logan and I can go hang out there once in a while and have our bonding time while Jake is at school:)  I'm excited but scared!  I can't believe he's almost in preschool!  How did that happen so fast??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-4139027195249304778?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/4139027195249304778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=4139027195249304778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/4139027195249304778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/4139027195249304778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/03/preschool.html' title='Preschool'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-5182384370785622012</id><published>2009-02-26T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:35:31.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like his mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SaaakvV6mnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wzSyJWxOejQ/s1600-h/DSC_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SaaakvV6mnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wzSyJWxOejQ/s400/DSC_0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307099166877063794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob told Brad to look at his underwear the other day.  Brad looked and said "Wow Jacob those are awesome".  Jacob looked at him and said "Thanks!  We got them on sale"   haha  so my child:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-5182384370785622012?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/5182384370785622012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=5182384370785622012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5182384370785622012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5182384370785622012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-like-his-mama.html' title='Just like his mama'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SaaakvV6mnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wzSyJWxOejQ/s72-c/DSC_0507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-8260591785743736330</id><published>2009-02-23T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:45:44.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Jacobisms</title><content type='html'>Oh what a weekend it has been.  I am extra tired during the week anymore since I have been working weekends with my mom.  Poor Jake cries every time I leave now.  He watches me put on my coat and says "Please mommy, don't leave me.  Daddy go to work"  I try to explain to him that mommy is only working for a couple months and that she is making money for our summer vacation, but of course at that moment he doesn't understand nor does he care.  Logan has been doing fine with me leaving, just nursing more at night when I get home (is that even possible?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok on to the silly things Jacob has been doing/saying this past week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the doctors last week because a mysterious rash that Jacob had.  The doctor was talking to him and asked him what he likes to do and he said "I kill little duckies"  Of course my face was so red!  I had no idea where it came from.  Later that night we got home and he wanted to watch Shrek 2 and Shrek said "cute little duckies" and Jake said " Yah mommy CUTE little duckies"  Thank goodness!!!  I was a bit worried about that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were eating dinner the other night and Brad told him that he didn't get an dessert if he didn't eat his food and he said "Oh for the love of pete steak"  LOL  I always say for the love of pete sake of course, but Jacob thought I was saying steak:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is becoming a sneaky little boy.  I believe it's Karma.  I was a sneaky little girl.  My mom will tell you stories about how I unwrapped all my Christmas presents one year and wrapped them all back up, only  I didn't realize she used special tape! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to find that Jacob wasn't in his room.  I went to the kitchen to find him sitting on the floor eating mommy's girl scout cookies:)  He sneaks snacks all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came running out of his room telling me that he loves to draw on he walls.  I asked him where he drew and he showed me behind the tv (yup in pen) and on his bedroom wall with crayon.  I told him mommy will get him paper when he wants to draw.  Silly boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a fun age!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-8260591785743736330?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/8260591785743736330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=8260591785743736330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/8260591785743736330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/8260591785743736330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-jacobisms.html' title='More Jacobisms'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-1128464525244000449</id><published>2009-02-20T10:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:57:00.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No pictures for a little while</title><content type='html'>Why you ask?  Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; it's because I dropped our lens in the bathtub.  I was giving the boys a bath and decided that I wanted to take a picture of them because they were being so darn cute and being nice to each other!!  Well then little Logan decided to "swim" in the water and I of course jumped after him and so did my lens.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;!  So basically it's $200 to get a new one and well we'll have to wait and see when we get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, my boys are being extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt; today!  They have been very sweet to each other.  We don't get many days like this.  Usually they are fighting over toys, even though we have millions of them.  Today they both were playing with cars...in silence!!  I think we are slowly getting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was pregnant with Logan I would often day dream about how our lives would be as a family of 4.  I didn't think about Logan as a baby and Jake holding him.  I didn't think about them reading books together.  I thought of them in the first summer that Logan was walking.  I thought of them playing outside and swinging.  I thought of them running through the sprinkler together and playing with bubbles.  I cannot wait until this spring/summer.  I can't wait to see their sun kissed little faces playing and running together.  This is why the chaos of having two kids 19 months apart is worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was coloring at the table the other day and he was singing a funny song. I was talking to Brad and said " I don't know where this kid came from" and Jacob replied " I came from Disney World mommy"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps getting better and better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-1128464525244000449?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/1128464525244000449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=1128464525244000449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/1128464525244000449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/1128464525244000449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-pictures-for-little-while.html' title='No pictures for a little while'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-2885703026083792761</id><published>2009-02-20T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:00:28.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out these cute shoes!</title><content type='html'>Aren't these the cutest things you ever seen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.elevencollection.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-2885703026083792761?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/2885703026083792761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=2885703026083792761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2885703026083792761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2885703026083792761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/02/check-out-these-cute-shoes.html' title='Check out these cute shoes!'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-9020743115118628315</id><published>2009-02-16T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:12:02.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday party pictures! (a month late) and updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacob opening his "big brother" gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SZm4NwbkDhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WB3QE0pH8u4/s1600-h/DSC_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SZm4NwbkDhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WB3QE0pH8u4/s400/DSC_0434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303472582683790866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Logan sort of opening his!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SZm4N-I2vrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FBl3EeUUxvo/s1600-h/DSC_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SZm4N-I2vrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FBl3EeUUxvo/s400/DSC_0443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303472586363420338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with his cupcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SZm4OOm_kpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HAr00Ep1aFE/s1600-h/DSC_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SZm4OOm_kpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HAr00Ep1aFE/s400/DSC_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303472590784795282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cute birthday boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SZm4OSJdsLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KdJyp3lAGX8/s1600-h/DSC_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SZm4OSJdsLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KdJyp3lAGX8/s400/DSC_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303472591734681778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jake had no problem eating it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SZm4OufM3EI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EVjnt6baLkE/s1600-h/DSC_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SZm4OufM3EI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EVjnt6baLkE/s400/DSC_0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303472599342046274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sue me....Logan has a bad mommy!  I can't find time to post on here and usually when I do find time somebody wakes up before I finish typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan had a great birthday party!  We had yummy food and he got lots and lots of Elmo presents!  He of course wouldn't touch his cupcake, but liked playing with it!  Jacob had no problem eating his share:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now an update on the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Jacob is becoming such a  little character.  He keeps me laughing all day with the things he says.  His new thing is telling us that he's not a kid anymore.  Who knew he would grow up so fast!  He is 100% potty trained and we don't even have to ask him if he has to go pee anymore, he just tells us whenever he needs to go.  He loves outside and I can't wait for spring/summer so we can spend our days outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan is slowly growing up.  He still loves to nurse, but is doing great at night!  He has cut down his night nursings almost in half and during the day he is easily distracted by food or cups when he wants to nurse!  Soon enough!  He is trying to talk, but the only words I have been able to understand  is "Bad, fishy, dada, mama, ball and up"  When he walks into the room Jacob always says "Here comes that trouble boy"  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been playing together lately.  Usually when they are both in Jakes room there is screaming and crying, but the other day it was completely quiet.  We went in there and they had pulled the drawers under Jacobs bed out and they were both sitting in there playing.  They sat there for almost 45 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh brotherly love!  We'll get there someday!  Stay tuned:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-9020743115118628315?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/9020743115118628315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=9020743115118628315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/9020743115118628315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/9020743115118628315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-party-pictures-month-late-and.html' title='Birthday party pictures! (a month late) and updates'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SZm4NwbkDhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WB3QE0pH8u4/s72-c/DSC_0434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-6901083929431410743</id><published>2009-02-09T21:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:32:21.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pukes</title><content type='html'>Yup, it hit us.  The dreaded pukes that has been going around for months and months has finally hit us...and boy did it hit us hard.  I started early Saturday and the boys followed slowly after.  It has been a nasty nasty weekend and I am happy to say we are slowly feeling better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jacob doesn't understand.  He gets so upset when he pukes.  It's like he thinks it's  bad thing and he's going to get in trouble.  We put him in diapers just in case since with this bug comes the runs, but he never had an accident the first day so he went back in his undies and was able to tell us every time he had to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan threw up a couple times, but he was easy since his diet mostly consist of milk.  Speaking of, my milk has taken a drastic turn.  I can tell my supply has dropped so much.  I couldn't eat or drink anything for almost 3 days.  Logan has been getting so mad while nursing because he's once over supply isn't there anymore. I was really torn between just letting it dry up or to follow with my plans of child led weaning.  I guess we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily daddy didn't catch the bug and was able to help us all weekend, thank goodness, because I really don't know how we would have made it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I haven't been around.  I will try and upload some pictures this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-6901083929431410743?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/6901083929431410743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=6901083929431410743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6901083929431410743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6901083929431410743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/02/pukes.html' title='Pukes'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-3320334597829947842</id><published>2009-01-22T10:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:39:27.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Logan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SXi9M6Ra4_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/wxAAzjqZ4MM/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SXi9M6Ra4_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/wxAAzjqZ4MM/s400/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294189391472419826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's so hard to believe that you are a year old today.  I didn't think I would get so emotional like I did with Jacob, but I did.  Seeing you today at the mall playing with the big kids and even sliding down the slide all by yourself got me very teary eyed.  It's like you woke up this morning and said "Oh, I guess I'll be a big boy today".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember every little detail about your birth.  I remember waking up from sleeping with Jacob and having pretty strong contractions.  We thought we would let daddy and Jacob sleep since my labor with Jake was 10 hours long.  By the time we got the hospital and hooked up to the monitor my contractions were coming about every 2 minutes.  Daddy walked in right as you were coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took to breastfeeding right away.  I think you came out looking for it and you are still the exact same way today.  Although nursing you all night gets to mommy sometimes, I love it just as much because it is our special time.  I think I will be very sad when you decide to stop nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first few months home were...well let's be honest...horrible!  You were a very colicky baby.  You nursed all day long and cried when you weren't nursing.  I think it was around 7 months that you started to turn around.  You were so mean to your daddy when you were a baby.  No one could hold you or calm you down except mommy.  But now, you are  quite the little daddy's boy.  You still your mommy more than anyone, but it melts my heart when you see your daddy come through the front door and raise your hands and say "dada".  It melts his heart just as much.  He has been waiting a long time for you to come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your bubby so much.  You want to play with all his toys and be around him all the time. I think you started walking so early (10 months) because you wanted to keep up with him.  I know he doesn't want you around so much now, but just wait...you guys will be the best of friends soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much baby, slow down a little bit for mommy and let me enjoy you this little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SXi9M_8-ceI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jzOeqcCFlUw/s1600-h/3126133465_86fae5072f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SXi9M_8-ceI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jzOeqcCFlUw/s400/3126133465_86fae5072f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294189392997282274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-3320334597829947842?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/3320334597829947842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=3320334597829947842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/3320334597829947842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/3320334597829947842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-logan.html' title='Happy Birthday Logan!'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SXi9M6Ra4_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/wxAAzjqZ4MM/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-7638911401064497159</id><published>2009-01-02T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:25:44.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5cDb-sl6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/LoJuBmzS-fw/s1600-h/DSC_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5cDb-sl6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/LoJuBmzS-fw/s400/DSC_0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286764226699630498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5cC0_3ZoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PXm08cE6pZ4/s1600-h/DSC_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5cC0_3ZoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PXm08cE6pZ4/s400/DSC_0360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286764216235550338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great New Years!  We spent a quiet evening at home with Nana and Papa eating a lot of food and watching movies!  Here's to a wonderful 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-7638911401064497159?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/7638911401064497159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=7638911401064497159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/7638911401064497159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/7638911401064497159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5cDb-sl6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/LoJuBmzS-fw/s72-c/DSC_0369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-8097606837958694808</id><published>2009-01-02T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:22:51.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5baU4dJpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9OE8cbnc-M4/s1600-h/DSC_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5baU4dJpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9OE8cbnc-M4/s400/DSC_0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286763520419767954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5bZ2iRQuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qzPanvnl20o/s1600-h/DSC_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5bZ2iRQuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qzPanvnl20o/s400/DSC_0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286763512273650402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5bY-nbalI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-1SXXWvzpd8/s1600-h/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5bY-nbalI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-1SXXWvzpd8/s400/DSC_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286763497262901842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5bYsiOzpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WPlpULMTnf0/s1600-h/DSC_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5bYsiOzpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WPlpULMTnf0/s400/DSC_0235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286763492409265810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5bYOlPGrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tBf7OSzoVxo/s1600-h/DSC_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5bYOlPGrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tBf7OSzoVxo/s400/DSC_0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286763484368804530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great Christmas!  Sorry it has taken me so long to post this, but as you can imagine, things have been pretty chaotic around here;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys had such a great Christmas.  I promptly woke them up at 7am because I was to excited and couldn't sleep anymore.  Logan didn't care a bit about the presents.  He was just crawling all over the boxes.  Jacob would open one present and then want to play with it and didn't care to open anymore.  *mental note* Number presents next year so they don't get the 'cool' ones first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we opened all the gifts we ate breakfast and headed to my parents for more presents!  Logan slept through the whole thing and Jake again wanted us to open every gift and play with it before opening more.  Silly boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The favorite gifts this year were as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob's was his Little People Learning Town and his new Kitchen/BBQ set from Santa aka Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan's is his busy ball popper from Jacob and his beloved ball bit from Santa aka Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see them both next year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-8097606837958694808?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/8097606837958694808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=8097606837958694808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/8097606837958694808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/8097606837958694808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SV5baU4dJpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9OE8cbnc-M4/s72-c/DSC_0312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-8772441106717166381</id><published>2008-12-22T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:10:57.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies for Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SU-t-hs0x2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ICynCss6Kls/s1600-h/3126962648_1774413166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SU-t-hs0x2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ICynCss6Kls/s400/3126962648_1774413166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282632177638754146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SU-t69Gt_4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/WxvBrITgdBQ/s1600-h/3126959732_ed7d73a4b0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SU-t69Gt_4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/WxvBrITgdBQ/s400/3126959732_ed7d73a4b0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282632116275642242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SU-t2qreOrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KhHLAeLzJU0/s1600-h/3126134177_836cae216f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SU-t2qreOrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KhHLAeLzJU0/s400/3126134177_836cae216f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282632042610047666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We made cookies for Santa last night!  Jacob loved playing in the flour and thought it was sugar so grabbed a handful and shoved it in is mouth.  You should have seen his face when he realized it wasn't:)  Our cookie cutters are still packed away somewhere so I went to WalMart last night and they were all sold out except for this little brass looking ones that were way to expensive, but Santa needs cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob did a great job cutting them out since we use cookie cutters with playdoh.  I frosted and he decorated!  Papa and Nana came over for dinner and helped Jacob decorate.  Of course I think Jake ate more than he decorated, but Santa is in for a sweet treat on Christmas Eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I am no where near done wrapping yet.  I can't believe I'm so far behind this year!!!  I can't wait to see their little faces on Christmas morning!  So worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-8772441106717166381?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/8772441106717166381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=8772441106717166381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/8772441106717166381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/8772441106717166381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/12/cookies-for-santa.html' title='Cookies for Santa!'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SU-t-hs0x2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ICynCss6Kls/s72-c/3126962648_1774413166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-8913112859569126666</id><published>2008-12-17T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:46:04.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SUlIxD12eII/AAAAAAAAAHc/MofASvY7zt4/s1600-h/3116280714_9d659e0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SUlIxD12eII/AAAAAAAAAHc/MofASvY7zt4/s400/3116280714_9d659e0474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280832045750581378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SUlIq9KJi8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/1SkXbKvR5hc/s1600-h/3116277602_f07ebf1105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SUlIq9KJi8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/1SkXbKvR5hc/s400/3116277602_f07ebf1105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280831940877454274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SUlI2mZ3xOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oAPEJ4HiN-w/s1600-h/3115467435_14a265df3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SUlI2mZ3xOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oAPEJ4HiN-w/s400/3115467435_14a265df3c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280832140927812834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We got a bunch of snow last night so after breakfast I asked Jacob if he wanted to go play on the back deck and he started jumping and running around!  So we got all bundled up and went out back.  I swear, I have never seen a child more in love with snow!  He was making snow angels, eating it and just throwing it all up in the air.  Logan had a love/hate relationship with the snow.  He sat there and played with it until a tiny speck got on his face.  We played for a little while and came inside where I gave Jacob his first cup of hot chocolate!  He LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also happy to say that we have been accident free today and he has gone pee on his potty all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a busy weekend coming up!  We have a birthday party and then 2 different Christmas parties!  Can't wait to see the boys open presents this week!!  Stay tuned!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-8913112859569126666?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/8913112859569126666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=8913112859569126666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/8913112859569126666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/8913112859569126666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow day!'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SUlIxD12eII/AAAAAAAAAHc/MofASvY7zt4/s72-c/3116280714_9d659e0474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-8778311637865974675</id><published>2008-12-11T12:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:19:07.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olive you!</title><content type='html'>My son's new love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SUF1PMdMM8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/d5y_ZXxmLrw/s1600-h/S4200113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SUF1PMdMM8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/d5y_ZXxmLrw/s400/S4200113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278629142157079490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olives!!!  I tried to buy them cut up, but he refuses to eat them.  They have to be the whole ones so he can put his fingers in them and then eat them!  He could eat a whole can if I let him, although I don't think his belly would like that.  He said to me today while eating them " "Mommy, I love Olive".  It sounded so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are both asleep finally and I'm going to go catch up on some me time:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-8778311637865974675?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/8778311637865974675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=8778311637865974675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/8778311637865974675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/8778311637865974675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/12/olive-you.html' title='Olive you!'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SUF1PMdMM8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/d5y_ZXxmLrw/s72-c/S4200113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-2880388271471276269</id><published>2008-12-10T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:22:08.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SUAIcmogf4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-1GzZ_6M3og/s1600-h/S4200111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SUAIcmogf4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-1GzZ_6M3og/s400/S4200111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278228050778029954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It snowed like crazy on Saturday so when we got home from our Holiday party I let Jacob play out in the snow while daddy shoveled the driveway and sidewalks.  We got Jacob a mini shovel so he could help daddy and after about 45 minutes of him playing outside and making snow angels , he started to help daddy shovel the snow.  When I went out to see if he wanted to come inside he said "NO mommy, Jacob is shobeling the snow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some big news!  Logan hit 3 milestones yesterday!  He said "mama" finally!!  He also stood up all by himself without holding on to anything and he walked across the entire living room all by himself!!  Again, I would be super surprised if he wasn't full on walking by Christmas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-2880388271471276269?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/2880388271471276269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=2880388271471276269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2880388271471276269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2880388271471276269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow!'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SUAIcmogf4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-1GzZ_6M3og/s72-c/S4200111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-7782860380532983696</id><published>2008-12-08T10:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:25:11.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ST1mgg8uKiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cxug64lRN_k/s1600-h/n509512682_1224363_7026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ST1mgg8uKiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cxug64lRN_k/s400/n509512682_1224363_7026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277487047134554658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ST1mbj6L9bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mnGyXF-Rqyc/s1600-h/n509512682_1224365_1433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ST1mbj6L9bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mnGyXF-Rqyc/s400/n509512682_1224365_1433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277486962029884850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I just love everything about the holidays, except one thing:  I hate the cooties!!!  I feel like we have been bouncing cooties back and forth since October.  I have another head cold and it sucks bad.  Mommy wants a sick day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend!  We had our annual Toledo Parents Christmas party and it was a bunch of fun!  Jacob had a blast running around with the kids and Logan loved watching all the big kids play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had our pictures done with one of the girls in our mommy group.  She did such an amazing job and I can't wait to do them again with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan is walking so much.  I would be surprised if he's not walking by Christmas.  He has 6 teeth now and is slowly starting to eat solids.  He'll try bites here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob...oh my Jacob.  We are entering the complicated age now.  Jacob has such a little imagination.  He won't sleep on his own anymore because he says that there are robots and spiders in his room.  He also says that there is "shoop" out the window.  We haven't figured out what it means yet, but until he gets over this, daddy has been sleeping with him.  He loves Christmas and asks to go see Christmas light everyday.  Every morning he wakes up and says "Almost Christmas time"  He is such a little ham anymore:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...we have family coming in this weekend and we'll be sure to take tons of pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-7782860380532983696?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/7782860380532983696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=7782860380532983696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/7782860380532983696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/7782860380532983696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/ST1mgg8uKiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cxug64lRN_k/s72-c/n509512682_1224363_7026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-6425466395476240982</id><published>2008-12-02T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:36:28.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV-iPmiuSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-HSch6WLAd0/s1600-h/S4200055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV-iPmiuSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-HSch6WLAd0/s400/S4200055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275261665303247138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV-deTRFdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4snpjqmjyrs/s1600-h/S4200058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV-deTRFdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4snpjqmjyrs/s400/S4200058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275261583349585362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV-Wpn18rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EFdoYGcI4wk/s1600-h/S4200054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV-Wpn18rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EFdoYGcI4wk/s400/S4200054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275261466129593010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV-Q4sBUXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ITFKp3KlF9k/s1600-h/S4200051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV-Q4sBUXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ITFKp3KlF9k/s400/S4200051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275261367094432114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV-Lajq6AI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Xm-5zQGed8k/s1600-h/S4200050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV-Lajq6AI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Xm-5zQGed8k/s400/S4200050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275261273106999298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV9ID506hI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_trMUR6FD_0/s1600-h/S4200074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV9ID506hI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_trMUR6FD_0/s400/S4200074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275260115974679058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV9AyGxL-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/JObizCyXrJE/s1600-h/S4200067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV9AyGxL-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/JObizCyXrJE/s400/S4200067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275259990938038242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV86X8oaLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fClE7bI0XxU/s1600-h/S4200062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV86X8oaLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fClE7bI0XxU/s400/S4200062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275259880836982962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV80mMl9jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dYt2exHRSf4/s1600-h/S4200061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV80mMl9jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dYt2exHRSf4/s400/S4200061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275259781582812722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so crazy around here I forgot to update my blog;)  Let's start with Thanksgiving.  We had such a wonderful Thanksgiving.  Jacob and I made turkey cupcakes on Thanksgiving Eve.  Jacob had a blast with the sprinkles and suprisingly barely ate any of the cupcakes as he was decorating.  I gave Logan a plain cupcake in hopes that he would eat it, but he just threw it at me.  Seriously, who doesn't love cupcakes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had my family over for Thanksgiving and I was in charge of all of the sides and desserts.  They were all so yummy and my Tiramsu Trifle was everyones favorite!!  I definetly will make that again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and Logan both had a blast putting our Christmas Tree up.  Logan was more interested in eating the ornaments (go figure) and Jacob put every ornament that we handed him on the same branch:)  We had to gate off our entire tree because Logan was trying to pull it down before we even had it half up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new with the boys?  Well Logan is almost walking. He'll take a few steps and then fall.  The other day he took 2 steps and then stopped and took 2 again!  I wonder if he will be walking by Christmas??  How exciting for him, but poor Jake has no idea what is coming his way when Logan can walk:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob has been a handful the past week.  He has been fighting with naps and bedtime.  As soon as we lay him down, he gets back up and opens the door.  It's getting really annoying and I feel like I'm a step away from losing my cool so if anyone has any advice for me that would be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-6425466395476240982?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/6425466395476240982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=6425466395476240982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6425466395476240982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6425466395476240982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/12/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/STV-iPmiuSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-HSch6WLAd0/s72-c/S4200055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-6481940457101425435</id><published>2008-11-14T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:03:35.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacobisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SR47_2W2JeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1IfLNsGSGWQ/s1600-h/3021198620_25a81a606a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SR47_2W2JeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1IfLNsGSGWQ/s400/3021198620_25a81a606a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268714582179194338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I just want to post these so I remember them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;: "Jacob, that chocolate pudding on your face looks like poop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;: "Yummy poopy, Jacob eat poopy"&lt;br /&gt;*5 minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;: (while playing with his pudding) "Look mommy, poo art"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;: "Jacob, quit being mean to your brother"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;: "Mommy, quit being a turkey yak yak yak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;: "Jakey, can mommy sit in the wagon with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;: "No mommy too fat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anymore at the moment.  He is such a ham anymore.  I can't believe some of the things he has been saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to print this blog out at the end of the year and want to remember all these silly things he says:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-6481940457101425435?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/6481940457101425435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=6481940457101425435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6481940457101425435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/6481940457101425435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/11/jacobisms.html' title='Jacobisms'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SR47_2W2JeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1IfLNsGSGWQ/s72-c/3021198620_25a81a606a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-1222411362861686160</id><published>2008-11-10T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:23:38.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gushin about Jacob</title><content type='html'>I feel like gushing about Jacob today. I feel like he is growing to fast and it makes me sad.  Last night he was talking to Nana about berries and it hit me that he is such a big boy.  A couple months ago he couldn't say berries.  He would say "mommy look, booies"  It was the cutest thing and I didn't ever catch it on video and now I feel like that memory is gone forever.  It makes me sad to think I'll never hear him say "booies" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new thing is taking his shopping cart to each room to go "shopping".  The other night he told Brad and I he was going to Meijer and then Target and he'd be right back.  When he came back in the room we asked him what he got.  He said "Milk, eggs, chocolate ice cream, snacks and Jacob used coupons!"  We about died laughing.  He was so proud of himself for using coupons!  Just like his mama:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he rides his car he always says "gotta go mom, gotta get some gas, see ya next time, love you" all at once.  I think Santa may bring him a little tikes gas pump this year.  He loves filling his cars up with gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like all of the cute baby things he did are gone forever.  I must invest in a video camera.  Maybe Santa will bring me one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake's favorite thing now is tattoos like Papa's.  He cannot get enough of them, which makes for easy stocking stuffers.  He shows random people in the store and loves the put them on his belly.  Let's hope this phase passes before he turns 18:) (excuse the fingerprints on the TV, Logan loves to hit it all day long)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SRh72U6aIHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gzCa9G8dVHo/s1600-h/S4200038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SRh72U6aIHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gzCa9G8dVHo/s400/S4200038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267095937466638450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SRh7hy705GI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JGrl1mgce4g/s1600-h/S4200036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SRh7hy705GI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JGrl1mgce4g/s400/S4200036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267095584748397666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down little guy, mommy isn't ready for this.  Sleeping in your own bed, going to bed without mommy and daddy lying with you, getting your own snacks from the snack cupboard and wanting to stay the night at nana and papa's.  Mommy isn't ready for this yet, buddy:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-1222411362861686160?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/1222411362861686160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=1222411362861686160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/1222411362861686160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/1222411362861686160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/11/gushin-about-jacob.html' title='Gushin about Jacob'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SRh72U6aIHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gzCa9G8dVHo/s72-c/S4200038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-2468713602747703322</id><published>2008-11-07T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:54:50.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update...finally!!</title><content type='html'>Well I finally can update, but with no pictures this time.  I know I know a blog update with no pictures is boring but we have had snotty noses all week and snotty nose pictures are gross:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are doing great!  Jacob was pretty sick on Halloween and only wanted to walk for about 5 minutes before wanting me to carry him the whole way home.  Around 8pm he wanted to go trick or treating again so my mom and I took him around the block to collect some more candy.  One good thing about going trick or treating 30 minutes before it ends is that people are trying to get rid of all their candy so they were pouring it in Jacob's bag.  He luckily hasn't even asked for it to much so he hasn't been filled up on sugar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan loved riding in the wagon watching Jacob go door to door.  A couple people even came to give Logan treats, too, which he loved playing with.  He has turned around so much.  He is such a delight most of the time.  Of course, we still have the hooked to mama's hip problem, but he's actually eating food and not nursing nearly as much as he use to.  Actually last night he ate a whole plate of macaroni and slept all night!  His new favorite thing is clapping his hands and saying "yah".  It's to cute;)  He just learned how to shake his head no, too.  I think it's to early to be telling his mama no, but it's cute anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been talking to Jacob a lot about Santa Clause and now every time he finds a toy that he likes I tell him that we have to add it in his letter to Santa and he says "please Santa" :)  Christmas is going to be so much fun this year.  I can't wait to put all the decorations up and take the boys for a drive to look at the Christmas lights with their hats and gloves and cocoa:)  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that's all that is happening in our world right now.  I'll try and update with pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-2468713602747703322?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/2468713602747703322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=2468713602747703322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2468713602747703322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2468713602747703322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/11/updatefinally.html' title='An update...finally!!'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-5216165426771166887</id><published>2008-10-29T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:26:18.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couting down the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SQiquRZcguI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RGhyB34RtbY/s1600-h/S4200023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SQiquRZcguI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RGhyB34RtbY/s400/S4200023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262643876503257826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob keeps asking me if it's Friday yet.  He has been doing this since Monday because he knows he gets to go Trick or Treating on Friday:)  I have tried and tried to get him to say Trick or Treat, but he will only do it for Brad and I and as soon as we get around people he says "Please Peoples" which is so cute in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carved two pumpkins this week.  Jacob wanted nothing to do with it really because he thought it was full of cheese and we don't play with our cheese.  Logan on the other hand was trying so hard to get inside the pumpkin.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SQip0FViqmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4VIFQ2eLg_Q/s1600-h/S4200002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SQip0FViqmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4VIFQ2eLg_Q/s400/S4200002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262642876833245794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan learned something new this week!  He can clap his hands now:)  As soon as you say "yahhh" he starts clapping and it almost sounds as though he is trying to say "yah" now.  Another reminder that my baby isn't such a baby anymore.  He has slept through the night twice this week, too!  Such big milestones for such a little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob has been showing interest in the potty again!  Hopefully I can get his butt back in big boy underwear before Christmas!  It's so hard because I know he can do it since he was 100% trained for almost 5 months.  He'll get there:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still on the hunt for a bigger house.  And my baby fever is still around.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-5216165426771166887?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/5216165426771166887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=5216165426771166887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5216165426771166887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5216165426771166887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/10/couting-down-days.html' title='Couting down the days'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SQiquRZcguI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RGhyB34RtbY/s72-c/S4200023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-2191941955292030193</id><published>2008-10-24T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:00:15.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Boo at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SQILff1O1TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wiNRXiJkJbI/s1600-h/my+babes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SQILff1O1TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wiNRXiJkJbI/s400/my+babes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779950470780210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SQILfJB-c3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/3Pg6fko2g0s/s1600-h/DSC_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SQILfJB-c3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/3Pg6fko2g0s/s400/DSC_0300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779944350217074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SQILLu0G94I/AAAAAAAAAD8/tGV8058HvZQ/s1600-h/logan+squirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SQILLu0G94I/AAAAAAAAAD8/tGV8058HvZQ/s400/logan+squirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779610895218562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We went to Little Boo at the Zoo yesterday with the mommy group.  Jacob had a lot of fun eating all the treats as soon as he got them.  By the time we made it to the car, he had no more in his bag:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys looked so cute in their costumes!  It made me super excited about future Halloweens and how I can dress them a like next year, too:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we carved pumpkins.  Jacob loved taking his scooper in there and pulling the "cheese" out.  Yes, he thought the pumpkin was filled with cheese.  Logan kept sticking his arms in there, too.  He thought it was funny and kept looking at us like he was doing something wrong.  I'll try and upload pictures of that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working out again.  The first day kicked my butt, but I'm starting to get use to it.  I am so determined to lose the weight before we get pregnant again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we are looking for a bigger house.  We are busting out of the seams here.  I am in desperate need of a play room or something for all of these toys.  We'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in for a busy weekend if the rain holds out.  Lots of trick or treating and costume contests so hopefully we'll have more pictures this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-2191941955292030193?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/2191941955292030193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=2191941955292030193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2191941955292030193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2191941955292030193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-boo-at-zoo.html' title='Little Boo at the Zoo'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SQILff1O1TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wiNRXiJkJbI/s72-c/my+babes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-7086422088105338620</id><published>2008-10-21T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:57:11.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SP56XmKQCiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lFkTa-mwta8/s1600-h/S4200029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SP56XmKQCiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lFkTa-mwta8/s400/S4200029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259775960614439458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SP56MF8RfoI/AAAAAAAAADs/rQ6EZTb_ntE/s1600-h/S4200024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SP56MF8RfoI/AAAAAAAAADs/rQ6EZTb_ntE/s400/S4200024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259775762987318914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SP555SnrUBI/AAAAAAAAADk/px5pZxcvB98/s1600-h/S4200005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SP555SnrUBI/AAAAAAAAADk/px5pZxcvB98/s400/S4200005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259775439973077010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so crazy around here this week, which is why I haven't had a chance to sit down and write in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, where do we start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan got his top two teeth last week!  They came all the way out in about 3 days, which was a horrible 3 days for me because he wouldn't sleep and used me as a teether.  But now they are out and as cute as can be:)  He even has the same big gap like Jake;) He is crawling with no problem now and is into everything!  I take him in for his 9 month appointment tomorrow so I'm excited to see how much he weighs:)  Yup, he's 9 months old tomorrow!  I can't believe in a short 3 months he will be 1 year old.  I just can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is been, well he has been a bit of a handful.  He has more good days than bad, but the bad days stink:)  One a good note, he is sleeping on his own now. Sometimes it takes a couple times going in his room to lay him back down, but most times he falls asleep with no problem once I shut the light off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally am going to the gym to kick my butt back into shape.  I want to wear my size 6 jeans again before I get pregnant again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall festivities are keeping us busy for the next two weeks.  We have Boo at the Zoo on Thursday, Trick or Treating at Levis Commons on Friday, Old Navy Trick or Treating Saturday morning and then a Halloween Hike Saturday evening.  Sunday we are going to the zoo again for the Pumpkin Path.  We are exhausted but in a good way:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-7086422088105338620?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/7086422088105338620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=7086422088105338620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/7086422088105338620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/7086422088105338620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-frenzy.html' title='Fall Frenzy'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SP56XmKQCiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lFkTa-mwta8/s72-c/S4200029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-205696052543647286</id><published>2008-10-08T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:47:37.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGAIN?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SO0APhhUGVI/AAAAAAAAADU/B-QBzYVkLbU/s1600-h/2856809076_844e685423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SO0APhhUGVI/AAAAAAAAADU/B-QBzYVkLbU/s320/2856809076_844e685423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254856606907373906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Jacob has the cootie bug again!!  I am so bummed!  This makes three times already this fall.  Poor guy!  He had a little runny nose last night and then was up basically all night complaining that his "nose is stuck".  And then this morning it was just a goopy mess!  I feel so bad for him.  We were suppose to go apple picking on Friday but I suppose that is out of the question.  Our family Halloween party is Saturday and I doubt he will be better by then.  Brad offered to stay home with Jacob while Logan and I go so at least we'll have fun:)  I told Jake that Logan would collect his "treats" for him as long as he is good for daddy.  Poor guy, I know he would have LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been having sleeping issues with Jake for some time now.  He, still at 2 years old, needs mommy or daddy to lay with him to fall asleep.  Now that he is 2 1/2 I think he should be able to fall asleep on his own.  So today is day 1 and I used the Super Nanny tactic.  I put him in his bed and every time he got up I would go in there and lay him back down.  He kept getting up and looking out the window, or reading his books and I even caught him trying to climb up on his headboard.  Finally after only 40 minutes, I went in there and he was ASLEEP!!  With NO crying!  I expected at least an hour for the first day.  So we'll see how it goes tonight!  I know Brad is excited that he possibly won't have to lay with him in there anymore (sometimes it takes up to an hour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that.  It's a gross, yucky day and I am going to go clean:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-205696052543647286?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/205696052543647286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=205696052543647286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/205696052543647286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/205696052543647286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/10/again.html' title='AGAIN?!?!'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SO0APhhUGVI/AAAAAAAAADU/B-QBzYVkLbU/s72-c/2856809076_844e685423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-466975121302202634</id><published>2008-10-06T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:40:11.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a lucky girl</title><content type='html'>I feel like such a lucky mom today.  Even though Jake was a terrible 2 year old today, I feel lucky that my kids are happy and healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SOp3j4S8lDI/AAAAAAAAADM/TtsHZSNMQQ4/s1600-h/2855965879_c3a87193cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SOp3j4S8lDI/AAAAAAAAADM/TtsHZSNMQQ4/s320/2855965879_c3a87193cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254143373572084786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is finally getting out of his Thomas obsession stage, thank goodness!  Now when we are at the store and he can see a Thomas toy or something he says "don't like it".  I am especially happy about this because those darn trains are expensive!!  And quite frankly I think Thomas is annoying, but I put up with it because it was his new "favorite thing" for a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are entering our terrible two's finally.  Today he ran from me.  He has never done that before and it scared me to death.  Luckily I had two extra set of hands to help me and run after him.  I think it also had a lot to do with his lack of sleep. He has had itchy hands and feet for about 2 weeks now and it's keeping him up at night.  We took him to the doctor but she said it wasn't anything but dry skin and allergies.  Poor kid itches all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SOp3dI0v7iI/AAAAAAAAADE/bZ5nAXY9Okg/s1600-h/2856810278_8b2273deb0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SOp3dI0v7iI/AAAAAAAAADE/bZ5nAXY9Okg/s320/2856810278_8b2273deb0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254143257749745186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan is becoming my little explorer.  I never had to baby proof the house completely because Jake never cared to get into things, but my goodness Logan does.  He will find the tiniest speck on the floor and try and eat.  Go figure he won't eat solids but he'll eat dust and lint of the floor!  He also is obsessed with the light sockets, which scares me!  He sure loves giving mommy a run for her money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been pretty busy with fall activities the past couple days:)  It makes the days go faster and makes it almost closer to Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-466975121302202634?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/466975121302202634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=466975121302202634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/466975121302202634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/466975121302202634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-lucky-girl.html' title='I am a lucky girl'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SOp3j4S8lDI/AAAAAAAAADM/TtsHZSNMQQ4/s72-c/2855965879_c3a87193cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-900667120525146431</id><published>2008-09-30T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:34:13.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go baby go</title><content type='html'>Guess who is crawling?  Yup, my little peapod is crawling like a big boy!  I can't believe the milestones we have hit in just this week.  He can sit himself up all by himself now and is even trying new foods.  He usually only takes a few bites, but it's a huge thing for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is doing good.  He is a regressing a bit with the potty training but the doctor said it was normal.  He has been crawling around and saying "dada" so we figure it's because he watches Logan getting attention for all of his new milestones and feels left out.  Don't worry, he gets PLENTY of attention.  Nana and Papa have been taking him out for special lunches dinners once a week which has helped so much!  He talks about it for days!  I try and take him to the store by myself when Brad gets home so he can have some one on one time with me.  We'll get there eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started watching a 9 week old on Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays from about 7:30am to 5:30pm.  It's a lot of work.  Yesterday was my first day and I was in tears by the time he left.  At one point I had Logan nursing on one side and Lucas eating the bottle on the other and somehow managed to get them both asleep and in their own beds.  Today was much better and I'm going to give it a couple weeks to see if we adjust.  If not, then it just wasn't meant to be.  My kids come first and that's what I'm looking out for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that we have been crazy busy.  October is always a busy month for us.  Next weekend we are going to our first Halloween party together as a family which should be exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-900667120525146431?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/900667120525146431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=900667120525146431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/900667120525146431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/900667120525146431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-baby-go.html' title='Go baby go'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-8739423888581485457</id><published>2008-09-24T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:04:45.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy days</title><content type='html'>It has been a couple of crazy days around here.  As I'm writing this Logan is dumping Jake's toys out his toy box and Jake is dumping all of his puzzles all over the floor. Yup, and guess who has to clean them all up tonight?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan turned 8 months old on Monday and boy does it seem like he has grown a  bunch!  He just looks so big to me.  Even Brad said something about how he doesn't even seem like a little baby anymore.  I can tell Brad is really ready for another baby (or at least to try for one) but we all know the story there.  It won't be for another year or two before we try.  It makes me sad, but I know it's best for my family right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lady come over yesterday to interview for a child care position I'm trying to get.  While she was here, she asked Jake if it would be ok if there was another baby here all day and Jake said "Jacob want a baby sister"  lol.  I should know this week if I got that gig or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob has been a bear the past two days..  He has refused naps and that's so not like him!  He has been taking 2-3 hour naps for the past 18 months!  Oh I hope he's not giving up naps already!!  So the past two nights he has been going to bed at 7:30pm, which is actually pretty nice!  But I'd rather have that 2-3 hours of peace during the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SNpWzl4J8EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cvNTZwlvqm4/s1600-h/2855974305_d31de5be05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SNpWzl4J8EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cvNTZwlvqm4/s320/2855974305_d31de5be05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249603759994695746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still telling me to get out of the bathroom when he has to potty, too!  He sits there and reads his magazine and doesn't want to get out lol.  So much like his nana:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a busy next month for us!  There are so many things on our calender.  Apple Butter Fest, Pumpkin Farms, Apple picking, Boo at the Zoo and of course Halloween!  There are 3 mom's night outs in October and one Family Night out, so our weekends are booked  solid!  It will make the month fly by and soon it will be Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm getting ahead of myself now;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-8739423888581485457?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/8739423888581485457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=8739423888581485457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/8739423888581485457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/8739423888581485457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-days.html' title='Crazy days'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SNpWzl4J8EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cvNTZwlvqm4/s72-c/2855974305_d31de5be05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-8637240652514061297</id><published>2008-09-16T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:42:09.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SM_v6LEz9EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sxB28cvIUdI/s1600-h/2856802642_d9ab10dc43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SM_v6LEz9EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sxB28cvIUdI/s320/2856802642_d9ab10dc43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246675873594340418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SM_v0KEPCoI/AAAAAAAAACs/etArSTyJLZ4/s1600-h/2856788170_62c6714cdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SM_v0KEPCoI/AAAAAAAAACs/etArSTyJLZ4/s320/2856788170_62c6714cdb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246675770244270722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We are finally cootie free in our house!  Thank goodness! It's been a long two weeks and we are ready to see our friends again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is doing great!  He had a potty accident this morning and he looked at me with his big blue eyes and said "accidents happen"  lol.  How could you be mad after a statement like that:)  He's been sleeping great in his big boy bed all night long and is talking like you wouldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan is blossoming.  He is becoming *gasp* a little boy.  He doesn't seem like a baby to me anymore.  He is "crawling" so fast.  I took Jake to the potty today and came out and couldn't find Logan.  He had crawled all the way to the kitchen and was heading to his favorite spot: under the table!  He says dada all day and now says baba and mmmm and smacks his lips when he wants to nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down little guys, I have a feeling it's going to be a while before mommy has another baby so let me enjoy this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad and I are doing great as well.  Brad has his daddy night out last night with my dad.  They went to a football party.  My mommy night out is Saturday and I'm so excited!  I don't have to rush to get home to feed Logan since he's taking a bottle!  Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go clean since both boys are sleeping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-8637240652514061297?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/8637240652514061297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=8637240652514061297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/8637240652514061297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/8637240652514061297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SM_v6LEz9EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sxB28cvIUdI/s72-c/2856802642_d9ab10dc43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-3024673290747796178</id><published>2008-09-14T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:33:09.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacobs Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SM1m69BGEOI/AAAAAAAAACk/DhopmzeNKVE/s1600-h/2855981891_b6e67816a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SM1m69BGEOI/AAAAAAAAACk/DhopmzeNKVE/s320/2855981891_b6e67816a6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245962303954096354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SM1m1iL9wwI/AAAAAAAAACc/nds-IuKXf7M/s1600-h/2855986833_04716e778c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SM1m1iL9wwI/AAAAAAAAACc/nds-IuKXf7M/s320/2855986833_04716e778c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245962210852586242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SM1mwsCJkYI/AAAAAAAAACU/fqAFSDtLjnw/s1600-h/2855986349_0980fe2453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SM1mwsCJkYI/AAAAAAAAACU/fqAFSDtLjnw/s320/2855986349_0980fe2453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245962127596425602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SM1mqAMv8BI/AAAAAAAAACM/QLJeI3nu3CA/s1600-h/2855979389_54758b24a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SM1mqAMv8BI/AAAAAAAAACM/QLJeI3nu3CA/s320/2855979389_54758b24a4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245962012750508050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Jacob to the Playhouse Disney Live show yesterday afternoon.  It was pouring rain so by the time we got inside we were soaked!!  Then we stayed in line for almost 20 minutes to get a $8 drink, $10 popcorn, $10 cotton candy with a Handy Manny hat on it and a $18 light up toy.  Yah, it was pretty outrageous but he loved it and deserved every bit of it.  He was most excited about seeing Rocket and Goofy.  We had pretty good seats and he was able to see everything really well.  We just missed the confetti at the end by 2 rows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan stayed home with my mom and my dad.  It was the first time we have left him with anyone.  He did GREAT!  I pumped a bottle for him just in case we were longer than expected and when we came home 3 hours later the bottle was empty.  My dad said he took it with no problem:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out last night for 5 hours and pumped again and Brad said he started to get fussy and so he gave him the bottle and Logan drank it with no fuss and fell asleep!!  Can you believe it??  He also ate baby food this morning (well about 10 bites but it was better than nothing).&lt;br /&gt;It seems like we are finally getting out of this phase with Logan!  Mom's night out is next weekend and I am sooo excited to be able to stay out as long as I need to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the fall stuff out this weekend, too.  Brad thinks it's to early, but I'm super excited!  And then in about 3 weeks I can put the Halloween stuff out!  Jacob keeps asking for it everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally cootie free and so ready to get out of the house!  Hopefully we can do our mall play date with friends and Friday we are touring the fire station, which Jake is going to love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it's been a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-3024673290747796178?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/3024673290747796178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=3024673290747796178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/3024673290747796178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/3024673290747796178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/09/jacobs-special-day.html' title='Jacobs Special Day'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SM1m69BGEOI/AAAAAAAAACk/DhopmzeNKVE/s72-c/2855981891_b6e67816a6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-5296072075993648042</id><published>2008-09-11T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:45:29.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dada</title><content type='html'>Logan has said his first word.  Go figure it's dada!!  Brad is just thrilled!  I can see him smirk every time Logan says it, which is about every 3 minutes!  Another reminder that my baby is growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the boys to the doctor yesterday and Jake weighs a whopping 33 pounds!!  I'm not starving that boy!  Logan weighs 24lbs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both just have colds.  The doctor said it is going around really bad and to just wait it out.  Jacob has a double ear infection!  This is his first one at 27 months old.  I guess I should feel blessed that he hasn't had any  before, but it still makes me sad.  And now it makes sense why he was telling me that there were flies in his ear last week.  Guess I should pay extra attention to those silly little things that he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are still here stuck in the house, but I think they are slowly getting better.  Oh yah Logan only nursed ONCE last night!  So nice to get some sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go, I hear my sick babies calling for mommy:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-5296072075993648042?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/5296072075993648042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=5296072075993648042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5296072075993648042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5296072075993648042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/09/dada.html' title='Dada'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-2527093592447855729</id><published>2008-09-10T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:24:19.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickies</title><content type='html'>Yup, we have the sickies again in our house.  I'm not sure how we managed to get them again, but we did and it sucks.  Jacob is the worst.  We have a doctor's appointment today to have him checked out.  He was up all night coughing so bad.  Logan has just started coughing this morning, along with the runny noses and sneezing.  Oh the wonderful sick season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just hoping it's just a cold.  The boys had RSV last winter, when Logan was 7 weeks old, and the doctor told us that because they got it so young that they are more likely to get it again.  Great.  Just pray it's just a cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our baby fever has been put on hold due to the fact that I don't seem to ovulate on my own, not to mention that Logan is still nursing so I couldn't take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clomid&lt;/span&gt; anyways. I hated taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Clomid&lt;/span&gt; with Logan, it made me so grouchy.  So we talked and we have two options.  1. Wait until Logan is a year and wean him so we can start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Clomid&lt;/span&gt; (hopefully we won't need it this time *crosses fingers*)  2. Wait until Logan weans himself (which could be when he is 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;).  Who knows.  We both know we want another, so I guess when it happens it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Playhouse Disney Live this weekend.  Jacob has been talking about it all week!  I'm hoping the boys are better by then:(   My wonderful mother got us super good seats right up front so I'm excited to see Jake's face when they come off stage to shake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the kids&lt;/span&gt; hands.  He's gonna flip:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what's new in our next of the woods.  Chaotic as always, but so worth it:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-2527093592447855729?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/2527093592447855729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=2527093592447855729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2527093592447855729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2527093592447855729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/09/sickies.html' title='Sickies'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-3528657474340838243</id><published>2008-09-07T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:40:20.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SMSQcfQiEGI/AAAAAAAAACE/PeH6qTP5E6Q/s1600-h/DSC_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SMSQcfQiEGI/AAAAAAAAACE/PeH6qTP5E6Q/s320/DSC_0285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243474685267677282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I wrote about Jacob the other day, I thought I would write about all the wonderful things that Logan has been doing.  YES, there is good news:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan is officially an army crawler.  He scoots his little butt over to his Drop and Roar Dinosaur and plays with the balls. He also pulls himself completely up holding on to his Dino, but cries because he doesn't know what to do after that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also ate baby food today!!!  I have been trying and trying and he finally gave in!  He ate Turkey and Rice and Pears.  He's also starting to babble and I know mama and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt; will be right around the corner.  I hope he says Dada first because I know Brad would feel on top of the world:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves his daddy so much now, as long as he isn't hungry:)  I can leave for a few hours and he is perfectly fine!  He still won't take a bottle, but I got him to take a cup finally by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; Juice in it.  Brad even gets him to sleep better than I can anymore:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in such a hurry for him to grow up and now that it's happening I want him to slow down.  I have even been thinking about his 1st birthday.  It seems like Halloween will be here fast and then Thanksgiving and Christmas and then it's his birthday.  WOW!  I'll be a mommy to a 1 year old and a 2 year old.  Crazy mama;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this growing up sure is giving me baby fever again;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-3528657474340838243?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/3528657474340838243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=3528657474340838243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/3528657474340838243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/3528657474340838243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/09/logan.html' title='Logan'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SMSQcfQiEGI/AAAAAAAAACE/PeH6qTP5E6Q/s72-c/DSC_0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-772944783006831984</id><published>2008-09-04T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:03:34.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SMAw9d0y5NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5d52TsOTL6o/s1600-h/watermelong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SMAw9d0y5NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5d52TsOTL6o/s320/watermelong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242243798795478226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SMAw3dopCBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Cin3LYaNmcQ/s1600-h/beauitful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SMAw3dopCBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Cin3LYaNmcQ/s320/beauitful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242243695665285138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just been in awe of Jacob this week. He has come out of his shell so much.  It makes me sad and happy at the same time.  Sad because I know soon enough he won't need mommy as much anymore.  Happy because I know that he'll do just fine when mommy isn't around.  He has warmed up to Brad so much since sleeping in his big boy bed since Brad puts him to sleep.  Even when he wakes up at night, he asks for daddy.  The first night it broke my heart because I felt like I wasn't needed, but I'm happy now because I know daddy needed that reassurance that he was needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob use to be the kid who sat on mommy's lap during play dates and wanted nothing to do with the other kids that were playing.  Now he happily joins them and has a great time.  It just seems like he has transitioned overnight to a toddler instead of mommy's baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana and Papa took him out for ice cream and then to Walmart to buy a  new toy since he has been such a good boy lately.  He came home happy as a clam.  He told me that Papa pushed him really fast in the cart and he was laughing.  He told me that they ate at I-bop (I-hop) and Nana shared her food and sauce and then they ate ice cream.  He had so much fun being the center of attention and I'm blessed that I have my parents so close to take him to have fun when I know he needs the extra attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel emotional today thinking about how fast he is growing.  Pretty soon I'll be waving goodbye to him on his first day of school.  Slow didn't little man, mommy isn't ready yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-772944783006831984?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/772944783006831984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=772944783006831984' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/772944783006831984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/772944783006831984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/09/jacob.html' title='Jacob'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SMAw9d0y5NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5d52TsOTL6o/s72-c/watermelong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-5722564783501163406</id><published>2008-09-03T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:50:25.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SL7AOjuEmaI/AAAAAAAAABs/xxrGKPfQWPU/s1600-h/ladies+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SL7AOjuEmaI/AAAAAAAAABs/xxrGKPfQWPU/s200/ladies+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241838372645018018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SL7AJSVPysI/AAAAAAAAABk/rBesLh5CRGw/s1600-h/watermelong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SL7AJSVPysI/AAAAAAAAABk/rBesLh5CRGw/s200/watermelong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241838282078145218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SL7AEvf6yxI/AAAAAAAAABc/cD2LKzXCyXs/s1600-h/highres_5387784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SL7AEvf6yxI/AAAAAAAAABc/cD2LKzXCyXs/s200/highres_5387784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241838204008188690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SL6_-da9qYI/AAAAAAAAABU/yC0oX3U76IY/s1600-h/crack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SL6_-da9qYI/AAAAAAAAABU/yC0oX3U76IY/s200/crack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241838096076351874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun end of summer play date yesterday.  A friend of Jacob's had a outdoor birthday party.  It was a tad bit hot outside, but it didn't seem to bother Jake.  He had a blast!  He played by himself and barely noticed I was there, which everyone knows doesn't ever happen since he's so attached to me.  He was swimming by himself and even was playing in the slip and slide.  Today we went to the park with a couple friends and he was actually playing and talking. I think he may be finally outgrowing his "I need only mommy" stage.  It makes me sad and happy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is finally some improvement with Logan!!  I was afraid to post it on here because I didn't want to jinx it, but I think we're ok to talk about it:)  He actually ate a meal on Friday, some avacado, carrots and a banana.  He hasn't tried anything since then, but it's a start!  He only nursed 4 times last night!  This is amazing considering it use to be every hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babes are growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must go get the little stinker in bed now before Logan wakes up from his nap:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-5722564783501163406?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/5722564783501163406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=5722564783501163406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5722564783501163406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/5722564783501163406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-of-summer.html' title='End of Summer'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SL7AOjuEmaI/AAAAAAAAABs/xxrGKPfQWPU/s72-c/ladies+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-514180361848842783</id><published>2008-09-01T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:38:38.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is in the air</title><content type='html'>You can smell fall in the air...and I LOVE it!  I'm so excited to take the boys outside and not be dripping with sweat.  I love to hear leaves crunching under your feet.  I love how quiet the neighborhood is now that kids are in school.  Ohhhh I just love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been internet browsing today trying to find a matching Halloween outfit for the boys.  Just something cute wear when we go to the pumpkin patch or something like that.  Brad thinks I'm ridiculous for dressing them the same.  I just love it!  I can't stop myself.  That is one of the things  I love about having my kiddos so close in age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought the boys their halloween costumes months ago.  Jacob is going to be Nemo and Logan is going to be Squirt.  Brad is trying to change my mind and have us all be The Incredibles, but I don't want to spend the extra money.  I'm not sure if I'll dress up or not this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for Jacob to go Trick or Treating this year. Last year he had the mysterious fevers he gets and we were stuck in the house watching kids from the window.  I bet he will love it!  He already has the Trick or Trick part down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sidecut Park this morning.  Jacob was crawling all over the play equipment.  He was afraid to stand up.  We take the blame for this.  We are so darn over protective with Jacob that we are scaring him.  So we let him be and he did great!  It was harder for Brad than me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our camera broke so we didn't get any pictures...bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the playground we walked to the river.  Jacob had a blast walking in the shallow parts and finding tadpoles and craw fish...aka crabbies to Jake:)  It was such a beautiful day and I am sad for Brad to go back to work tomorrow but I guess someone needs to work around here ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-514180361848842783?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/514180361848842783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=514180361848842783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/514180361848842783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/514180361848842783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-is-in-air.html' title='Fall is in the air'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-4931358460750343853</id><published>2008-08-27T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:42:52.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SLV1o_bXEdI/AAAAAAAAABM/tn9a0hMJZNs/s1600-h/new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SLV1o_bXEdI/AAAAAAAAABM/tn9a0hMJZNs/s320/new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239223088596849106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you be mad at a face like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So you can now call my house the cootie house now.  All of us our sick except Brad. I woke up to Logan choking while nursing because his nosed was so stuffed and me with a scratchy throat.  Blah, the one thing I hate about the weather change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a little get together with the mom's group yesterday.  There was a professional organizer there 'trying' to teach us how to get organized, though I think I got more ideas from the fellow mom's more than I got from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also go tons of amazing advice from all the girls.  They all know and are so understand when it comes to Logan's "problems".  Nicole let me borrow her "NO Cry Sleep Solution" book and I feel good about it.  I just started reading it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the meeting determined to stop breastfeeding.  I walked through the door and the house was quiet for the first time.  The boys were playing with daddy in Jake's room and Logan didn't even cry when he first saw me. He ALWAYS freaks out when I'm gone for a while and then cries until I nurse him.  He was fine.  I think that was my sign not to stop.  He's fine when I leave for a couple hours, and I'll start pumping to leave a bottle just in case he gets hungry.  Like the girls said "He'll eat if he's that hungry"  I feel good about that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are stuck in the house....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-4931358460750343853?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/4931358460750343853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=4931358460750343853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/4931358460750343853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/4931358460750343853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/08/cooties.html' title='Cooties'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SLV1o_bXEdI/AAAAAAAAABM/tn9a0hMJZNs/s72-c/new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-2568767924237676864</id><published>2008-08-26T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:30:13.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaotic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SLRLn0aFETI/AAAAAAAAABE/8q_PnwFsJrU/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SLRLn0aFETI/AAAAAAAAABE/8q_PnwFsJrU/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238895413993738546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We've had a chaotic day so far and it's only 2:30pm.  Jacob is still sick and just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; about everything.  He wants to be held and has asked to be rocked all day long.  He hasn't asked to be rocked since he was like 10 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan is just being Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was over today and could see I was getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt;.  He reminded me something.  They won't be little forever, why stress so much?  He's 100% right.  What's the point?  What's the point at yelling when Jacob gets stamp ink all over his hands and desk.  The mess can be cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of being so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;irritated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Logan wants to nurse all day and night.  I'm going to blink my eyes and soon he'll be telling me not to kiss him in front of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to my kids to be so stressed during the day.  Who cares if I don't get the house clean during Logan's nap, spending craft time with  Jacob is much more important.  Who cares if my kids are wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; all day because the laundry hasn't been done, playing outside with my kids is such a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am trying something new starting today.  No more stressing about the small things.  It's just not worth it.  I often get in the mind frame that my life is so chaotic and stressful, but it could be so much worse.  There are so many people out there with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; problems and I stress about cheerios being stuck in my rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed, now it's time to act like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-2568767924237676864?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/2568767924237676864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=2568767924237676864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2568767924237676864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2568767924237676864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/08/chaotic.html' title='Chaotic'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SLRLn0aFETI/AAAAAAAAABE/8q_PnwFsJrU/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-7818078768038346916</id><published>2008-08-25T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:15:59.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SLMS-UVz5yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hjcA8Zhkbo4/s1600-h/2795396516_f130a2fb9d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SLMS-UVz5yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hjcA8Zhkbo4/s200/2795396516_f130a2fb9d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238551653383399202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have spent the majority of the day cleaning up boogies.  Yup, Jake is still sick!  Poor little guy!  I have had his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NUK&lt;/span&gt; in his mouth all day so he doesn't chew on the same things Logan does.  Pray that Logan doesn't catch this:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Logan, he has decided to start pulling himself up on things now.  It's not fun!  He falls almost as fast as he pulls himself up.  He'll get it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob has been learning new words like crazy!  He came up to me today while Logan was nursing and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bubby&lt;/span&gt; eat mommy's milk, Jake eat food"  It was adorable:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been thinking about enrolling Jake in preschool at a local Montessori school just down the road.  We are still on the fence about it and are taking a tour of the place tomorrow.  I still very much want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt;, but seeing as how "attached" Jake still is at 2, we are maybe looking into other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also been thinking about baby #3.  No, we aren't trying yet, just trying to figure out when the right time is.  I so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; want a girl!  I of course would be thrilled if it was another boy, but I dream of pink and bows!  Brad actually agrees with me on this one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;, guess who is sleeping in his OWN bed??  Yup, my beautiful 26 month old that has slept with me since he is born in venturing out.  He has been waking up a couple times a night (which he has slept through the night since he was 6 weeks old) but I figure it's because he is trying to get use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go make dinner:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-7818078768038346916?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/7818078768038346916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=7818078768038346916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/7818078768038346916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/7818078768038346916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/08/boogies.html' title='Boogies'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SLMS-UVz5yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hjcA8Zhkbo4/s72-c/2795396516_f130a2fb9d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764777946814227388.post-2286211202445805239</id><published>2008-08-24T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:32:35.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So here we go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SLIZuqXW5VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OzA9bSQX_nA/s1600-h/2794128379_ae3ebb4de9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SLIZuqXW5VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OzA9bSQX_nA/s320/2794128379_ae3ebb4de9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238277606022243666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://flickr.com/photos/bradbowen/2794128379/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://flickr.com/photos/bradbowen/2794128379/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the new "cool" thing to do so I thought I'd give it a try.  A couple girls in the mom's group have these so it can't be that hard and it's probably a good thing so out of town family can see what is happening with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from seeing Thomas this weekend.  I can't even explain the look on Jacob's face when he saw Thomas coming around the track.  It is a memory that  I will hold forever.  I even had tears in my eyes.  To know that this is his "dream" at 2 years old and we were able to fulfill it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast on our 40 minute train ride!  Logan slept most of the time, but the time he was awake he loved it, too!  Jake had a hobo lunch and went shopping at the most amazing gift shop that you could ever imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10:30pm and my bedtime so I'm going to leave you with one picture and I'll post more tomorrow during nap time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764777946814227388-2286211202445805239?l=brandibowen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/feeds/2286211202445805239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764777946814227388&amp;postID=2286211202445805239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2286211202445805239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764777946814227388/posts/default/2286211202445805239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibowen.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-here-we-go.html' title='So here we go'/><author><name>mommy2jacob&amp;amp;logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13194631419507512334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/StYtr5pYP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/r2WXiUbPlBI/S220/Nikon+338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zl_q4LHXQY/SLIZuqXW5VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OzA9bSQX_nA/s72-c/2794128379_ae3ebb4de9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
