<?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-3578998163602615827</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:28:14.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping up with Little J</title><subtitle type='html'>Life with Amy and Jackson</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-4272389711676769897</id><published>2009-04-20T13:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:58:23.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Away</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning Jackson got in his closet and got his bag out. Two of his newest words are "what?" and "yeah" so when I asked him if he was running away, he said "yeah". I'm sure he had no idea what I was asking him. I said ok then, I better take your picture so I remember what you look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326848899781850450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SezE2futdVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/YBinAfcD-9Y/s400/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I said "are you sure you really want to run away? It will be really lonely without mommy". This look says "Nah, I'm just kidding, I'm not going anywhere".........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326849444494942386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SezFWM8boLI/AAAAAAAAAsk/u7_9WSdKBrA/s400/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578998163602615827-4272389711676769897?l=jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/4272389711676769897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3578998163602615827&amp;postID=4272389711676769897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/4272389711676769897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/4272389711676769897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/2009/04/running-away.html' title='Running Away'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SezE2futdVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/YBinAfcD-9Y/s72-c/IMG_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-527815567793949186</id><published>2009-04-04T17:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:35:50.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongebob Cowboy Boots</title><content type='html'>Ok so I swore I would never do this but......We were shopping at Walmart a week or so ago and they had a big Nickelodeon display with tons of Spongebob Squarepants stuff. The minute Jackson saw it he started saying Spongebob over and over. It comes out "Pun-bah" but still, I knew we weren't getting out of there without buying something. So I found this cute little pair of jammies but they were short sleeved and it was cold that week so he didn't get to wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in Tulsa this past week working and Stacy and I went to Drysdales, a little western store there in Tulsa, and I picked up these cute little cowboys boots. Last night it was warm so I pulled out the new PJs and he loved them, although he was a little confused since lately he has started pointing to himself and saying Jackson and now I was pointing to his shirt and saying Spongebob. At least he knows who Mommy is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway we were picking up around the house and I saw the cowboy boots laying there and decided to try them on him. I had to laugh out loud when I saw the whole get up, then of course had to grab the camera. He seemed to like the boots at first but then started to fuss so thank goodness he didn't really like the jammy/cowboy boot combo. I hope he inherited at least a little bit of my sense of style but I'm sure at some point when he can dress himself he'll still want to wear cowboy boots and shorts. I promise not to buzz his hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321059612948453170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/Sdgzhpp4VzI/AAAAAAAAAic/Y7WzfmO0c0o/s400/040309_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321060110353397042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/Sdgz-moddTI/AAAAAAAAAik/t2yq1M6qa0M/s400/040309_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578998163602615827-527815567793949186?l=jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/527815567793949186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3578998163602615827&amp;postID=527815567793949186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/527815567793949186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/527815567793949186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/2009/04/spongebob-cowboy-boots.html' title='Spongebob Cowboy Boots'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/Sdgzhpp4VzI/AAAAAAAAAic/Y7WzfmO0c0o/s72-c/040309_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-7284084970570394160</id><published>2009-03-04T12:29:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:46:53.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>Jackson and I have settled into a normal morning routine of getting in my bed under the covers in the morning while he drinks his bottle (cup). About 1/2 the time he even says thank you when I hand him his cup. It comes out "dan-choo" but it's so cute I think at that moment I'd buy him a new car if he asked me to. We watch a little Good Morning America, check out what's going on in the world and catch the local weather so we know how to dress for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I tried to get a good picture of him all snuggled in and by the time I grabbed the camera he was up and gone. The pictures are still pretty cute. It would be nice to say this was around 9 am.....unfortunately it was 6:30. I sometimes wonder in the next 18 years if I'll ever sleep past sunrise.......It should be a crime to be this happy in the morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/Sa7K5dqQnOI/AAAAAAAAAhE/FYZEuP94flg/s1600-h/030409_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/Sa7MGBrpl6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/ykhP_9Pn5zk/s1600-h/030409_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309405414619191202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/Sa7MGBrpl6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/ykhP_9Pn5zk/s400/030409_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/Sa7MO9QecII/AAAAAAAAAiU/NeNxrUNhJxE/s1600-h/030409_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309405568050294914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/Sa7MO9QecII/AAAAAAAAAiU/NeNxrUNhJxE/s400/030409_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578998163602615827-7284084970570394160?l=jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/7284084970570394160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3578998163602615827&amp;postID=7284084970570394160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/7284084970570394160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/7284084970570394160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/Sa7MGBrpl6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/ykhP_9Pn5zk/s72-c/030409_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-7228862109416757916</id><published>2009-03-03T13:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:46:58.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/Sa2HgPPoJQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/MShDUa_zPOU/s1600-h/021309_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309048523657323778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/Sa2HgPPoJQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/MShDUa_zPOU/s320/021309_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson is in his new forward facing car seat....you can tell he is absolutely thrilled. I thought he would love being able to see but it's weird...he fusses a lot more now that he's facing forward than he did when he couldn't see anything. He is must be as frustrated with Fort Worth traffic as I am. I am pretty sure his first words will be "go you crazy people, go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been playing his new Dora CD that he got for his birthday on the way to Pam's and that seems to keep him entertained. And I'm pretty sure I came up the stairs singing "do-do-do-do-do-dora, do-do-du-do-do-dora".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday pics will be posted soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578998163602615827-7228862109416757916?l=jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/7228862109416757916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3578998163602615827&amp;postID=7228862109416757916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/7228862109416757916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/7228862109416757916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-see.html' title='I can see!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/Sa2HgPPoJQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/MShDUa_zPOU/s72-c/021309_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-8479172963849765834</id><published>2009-02-01T21:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:15:25.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Angel / Little Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been super busy the past few weeks with not much time for anything but work and sleep. Jackson is finally sleeping through the night which is something we thought might never happen. Unfortunately now he has teeth coming in one right after the other so he's not a very happy camper lately. He has a total of 7 teeth now and is totally off baby food. As far as eating goes, he pretty much eats what ever we put in front of him but his favorite is definitely cheese pizza. We are consistently amazed at the amount of food he can put away, he is going to be a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He still says about 10 words and has learned to point to his toes when we ask him where they are, so we're now working on "where's your belly?". I've found it takes him about a week of repetition to learn something new. He's still a kissy baby although you have to watch it. He's tricked me into kissing him a few times only to bite the heck out of my lip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We painted the bathroom last week and while I was in there getting everything put back together I took this picture of him. The light was perfect coming through the window and I thought he looked so sweet, the perfect little angel. Who needs a little girl when you have a pretty boy like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298046658607296914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SYZxXaG7sZI/AAAAAAAAAco/vLda1sSnthA/s400/012409_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Skip to later that same day. Jackson has learned to climb the stairs and he's pretty good at it. Pam has stairs at her house too so he gets to practice when it's time to go up for his nap. We keep the gate up then about 30 minutes before bed we let him go up and down until he wears himself out. He loves it and squeals all the way up and down. Until it's time to climb, he hangs on the gate like a little monkey, the little booger. Not quite the angel I saw that morning.  He is definitely ALL boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298047910965860050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SYZygTge1tI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hxKxKTM43G4/s400/012409_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578998163602615827-8479172963849765834?l=jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/8479172963849765834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3578998163602615827&amp;postID=8479172963849765834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/8479172963849765834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/8479172963849765834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-angel-little-devil.html' title='Little Angel / Little Devil'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SYZxXaG7sZI/AAAAAAAAAco/vLda1sSnthA/s72-c/012409_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-9120053725023527905</id><published>2009-01-02T21:24:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:01:18.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I know this is a little late but Christmas came and went so quickly I'm just now getting around to catching up. We spent Christmas Eve with my friend Teri, her kids Faith and Drew, and her mom Jan. We had a great time and are so glad to have them as friends, and consider them family. Jackson loved all the lights and decorations at 'Aunt Teri's'. And the presents too! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286907358750918690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SV7eO0a_SCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/-jaEmE5x1kY/s400/IMG_1537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went home and started opening presents at our house. Jackson got a book from Grandma and Grandpa (and lots of other things) and John and Jackson got matching Nebraska Cornhusker beanbag chairs from Santa. Rumor has it that Santa is really an OU fan but he knows Christmas is about giving to others which is why, I'm sure, he brought 2 Cornhusker beanbags and not 1 Husker and 1 OU. I'll bet that was hard for Santa. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286906585035369666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SV7dhyG07MI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8KrQBu5L0CY/s400/IMG_1541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286907031498223042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SV7d7xT3bcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/31_wtrqbhoY/s400/IMG_1542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we opened all the gifts from the Grandmas and Grandpas Jackson was ready for bed so we decided to save the rest of Santa's loot for the next morning (Christmas day). John pointed out that we might as well not wrap Jackson's toys since we were only going to have to turn around and unwrap them for him and I totally agreed. We opened everything the next morning. Santa got me a Garmin GPS but I haven't gotten to play with it too much yet. It has an MP3 player and a language translater which is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson and I headed to Nacogdoches about 11 just as he was ready for his morning nap and he slept all the way to Uncle Shawn's in Jacksonville. We stopped to visit and refuel then headed to Grammy's. Jackson and Emily got to play together quite a bit. Playing = Jackson trying to pull Emily's hair and Emily saying "no, no baby Jackson". For those who don't know Emily is my brother Benjamin's daughter and will be 2 in January. I have a cute video of them I'll try to upload tomorrow but here is a cute picture of them. There is that goofy smile again.... And I'm sure everyone has noticed this and just didn't want to point it out to me out of politeness but look at the size of my kid's melon! Emily is almost 2 and Jackson is only 10 months. His head is twice the size of hers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286911811459073282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SV7iSADVxQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/JCBnQNswWfg/s400/IMG_1545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SV7fyEYTi1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/VwMFjMJaUbI/s1600-h/IMG_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SV7fyEYTi1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/VwMFjMJaUbI/s1600-h/IMG_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578998163602615827-9120053725023527905?l=jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/9120053725023527905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3578998163602615827&amp;postID=9120053725023527905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/9120053725023527905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/9120053725023527905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SV7eO0a_SCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/-jaEmE5x1kY/s72-c/IMG_1537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-8220423243087262181</id><published>2008-12-31T10:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:52:22.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheeeeeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SVujBJnvs_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/rXLGHfIteHE/s1600-h/IMG_1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285997827807228914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SVujBJnvs_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/rXLGHfIteHE/s400/IMG_1500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean seriously...who taught this kid to smile????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at Andrew, all sweet with his hands folded quietly in his lap looking like a normal baby at the camera with that "what's that thing you're pointing at me" look on his face. Then there's Jackson. I'm afraid in wanting to document his 'babyhood' so badly, and taking thousands of pictures, I've created a monster, a total camera hog. I do like that you can see his new teeth though and it did stop him from banging that cute little hammer that makes a boing boing sound and lights up every time you hit something with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578998163602615827-8220423243087262181?l=jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/8220423243087262181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3578998163602615827&amp;postID=8220423243087262181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/8220423243087262181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/8220423243087262181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/2008/12/say-cheeeeeze.html' title='Say Cheeeeeze'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SVujBJnvs_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/rXLGHfIteHE/s72-c/IMG_1500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-6595187008553989392</id><published>2008-12-21T20:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:25:57.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauma #1</title><content type='html'>Well we knew it was bound to happen sooner or later.....that dreaded question you ask yourself when your child gets sick and the doctor's office is closed. Do we make the trip to the ER or are we overreacting? We consider ourselves fortunate that this is the first time we have had to deal with this. By this time with my niece Emmy, my brother had made this trip at least 1/2 dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jackson's babysitter called Friday afternoon and told us he woke up from his nap with a fever of 103. Of course I freaked out but she said she thought he had gotten hot from his nap because his fever was down to 100.5 within 1/2 hour. John said he was fine on the way home but the minute he saw me he burst into tears. His fever was 100.7 and although I'm told that's not high for a baby I was still worried. I thought maybe it could be teething but wasn't really sure about that, and what if it was more serious, so we went over to Cook's trauma center. I highly recommend that for anyone with kids. We got in fairly fast and got excellent care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor checked him all out, ears were clear, throat wasn't red so they decided to take blood. That was heartbreaking. A paramedic and a male nurse had to hold him down while the phlebotomist tried to draw the blood from his right arm (I stupidly thought they would take it from his heel). She couldn't find a vein and I was getting frustrated watching her dig that needle around in his arm, he's screaming of course, so I think I said something like "how bout you take that out of his arm and try something else". I'm sure she wasn't too happy but I've had that happen before and it hurt me and I'm an adult, not a 9 month old baby. So the paramedic tried in his left arm and managed to find the vein quickly. Poor baby, he had to go through getting stuck twice..... but what do you do, they needed to determine whether he had an infection since the cause of his fever wasn't obvious. He screamed so much during that ordeal that he wore himself out and fell asleep in my arms while we were waiting for the results. The paramedic was so nice, he later told us he has a 16 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said his white blood cell count was extremely low which signals he has a virus of some kind. She said a stomach virus was going around so expect him to probably start throwing up over the next couple days. So ok, we weren't looking forward to that but at least we knew what it was and we weren't sitting at home wondering what we should do for him. One of the other kids at the babysitter had a stomach virus last week but never ran a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Friday he has run a fever anywhere from 99.5 to 100.7 but that's pretty much all that has happened, other than he is really tired. He'll be crawling across the floor and just lay his head down on the floor. Saturday and Sunday morning both he laid in my lap and watched a Dora video and fell asleep on and off. He never snuggles like that so he must be feeling bad. Other than the fever he hasn't had anything else wrong. He actually seems to feel better today so we're hoping we made it without going through the bad stuff. So I probably overreacted on rushing him to the doctor and I'm sure that won't be the last time. Jackson seems to play a little rougher everyday so before we left I did ask them if they did stitches there.......those of you with boys, they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank God there wasn't anything seriously wrong with Jackson. All I could think about after they took blood from him was I don't know how parents of critically ill children do it. I can't imagine having to watch your child undergo painful medical procedures on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that we had plans to go out Friday night for John's birthday, which is today. My friend Teri was going to come over and watch Jackson for us after her daughter's christmas party at her dance studio. And we offered to let her son, Drew hang out with us instead of going to a party with a bunch of girls. Unfortunately he got stuck going to Cook's with us and was such a good sport. We tried to make up for it when we got home with pizza and video games but he'll probably tell his mom to wait in the driveway next time she brings him over just to make sure we're not going to drag him to another hospital!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578998163602615827-6595187008553989392?l=jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/6595187008553989392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3578998163602615827&amp;postID=6595187008553989392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/6595187008553989392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/6595187008553989392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/2008/12/trauma-1.html' title='Trauma #1'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-3865608490744609950</id><published>2008-12-10T21:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:59:45.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months Already</title><content type='html'>I can't believe Jackson is over 9 months old already. The past 9 months certainly went by faster than the 9 months before that. Today we went to the Doctor for his 9 month checkup. He tipped the scales at 21.2 lbs and 30 inches long. He's in the 50% for weight and 95% for height so looks like he definitely inherited John's height (thank you!). The only thing is his feet are really small - he's wearing 0-6 month shoes so I hope his feet catch up or he may just tip over, not mention look pretty silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course at the checkup they ask you all the normal questions about what they're eating, how they're sleeping, etc. She said she wanted him to give up the bottle by age 1 but I don't know that I'm going to stick hard and fast to that. I feel like I'm being forced to give up my little baby and I'm not ready for that. I'm sure he'll give it up before he goes to kindergarten and that's good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then she asked us about all the other stuff he is doing. She asked if he was saying any words and he is. So far he says ba-ba, ball, bye-bye, mama and dada. I also got him to say uh-oh a few times the other day but have been unsuccessful since. She asked if he was crawling (oh yeah!) and pulling up (another big yes) and he's also learned to sit down. That only took about a week of him getting frustrated by being stuck in a standing position. I looked over one day and he was bending his knees and squatting down and from then on he has been able to sit himself down. Of course now it's up, down, up, down, up, down. She asked if he understood the word no and when he heard her say that he shook his head no so he answered her question. That was pretty funny. We were talking about a ball being his favorite toy and I told her John has taught him to throw a ball but she didn't believe me, but he really can. Of course it isn't much of a throw but if you roll it to him and hold your hands out he holds it up tries to throw it. No guarantee on where it will go but it's a good effort. Oh and yesterday I saw him try to clap and couldn't get him to do it again but then tonight every time I say "Yeah Jackson" when he did something he sat down and clapped for himself...too cute! So of course like all parents we think we have a genius on our hands. I told myself I would never be THAT parent but sad to say I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a good day. We managed to leave the house on time this morning thanks to some help from John. I got so see my little man in the middle of the day. And we got to visit the doctor without getting shots. Yep, it was a very good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are so grateful to God for blessing us with such a wonderful, happy, healthy baby boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578998163602615827-3865608490744609950?l=jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/3865608490744609950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3578998163602615827&amp;postID=3865608490744609950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/3865608490744609950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/3865608490744609950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/2008/12/9-months-already.html' title='9 Months Already'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-1732957217082635953</id><published>2008-12-08T22:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:35:22.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have been super busy the past week, as I'm sure everyone else has too with Christmas just around the corner. I tried to get some good Christmas pictures of Jackson but unfortunately he either had a runny nose in all of them or was trying to kiss his Christmas puppy so none turned out good yet but I'll keep trying for that special one to send out with the Christmas cards. I did think this one was pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277636015611535618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/ST3t_nxVYQI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yM6IZ3NsyO8/s320/IMG_1437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Friday night John and I went to my Company Christmas party and Jackson stayed with our friends in Azle, Ron and Tracy. I called to check on him about 9 and all I heard was laughing and squealing so I know he was having a good time. We picked him up around noon and he must have just been completely worn out from playing with Tracy because he laid down for a nap at 3:30 and I finally woke him up at 6:30. He ate and played a little but then went right back to bed at 8. Next time he quits sleeping through the night I know where to send him! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My feelings weren't too hurt that he went to bed at 8 though since my Sooners played for the Big 12 Championship Saturday night and the game started at 8. (they won and set an NCAA record for the most consecutive games scoring over 60 points!) Tune in to watch them (probably get beat) when they play Florida for the National Championship on January 8th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway to my point of this post......Jackson absolutely loves to take a bath. He loved being in the pool last summer and I'm sure he will be even more excited next summer when he's a little older. He never has seems scared of the water and if you give him a cup he will fill it and drink the bath water. Of course he has no self control and dumps the entire cup down his throat so we don't let him do that anymore. Now he will get on his hands and knees and put his face in the water and lap the water up like a dog. Seriously we do give him water and milk to drink but you would think the kid never gets enough to drink. He also does the funniest thing when the water is running. He will try to grab the water with his fingers and put it in his mouth, then every once in a while put his tongue under the running water to try to get some on his tongue. It's so funny...if you have ever watched a cat try to lap water from a running faucet, that is what he looks like. I left the camera in the bathroom for several days to try to get video of this which of course then he stopped doing it and just kept giving me the goofy I know you're taking my picture smile. I do love this picture though since it's the only good one I have where you can see his little bottom teeth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277639682821660802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/ST3xVFMXIII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9gtbc0HmJ8c/s320/IMG_1431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, finally I got a short video of him doing the drinking from the faucet thing although it's sort of hard to tell. Watch his mouth, you can see even though he's not close to the running water he's trying to lap it up. I didn't get a shot of it in this video but sometimes he will just stick his mouth right under the faucet and drink. I'm sure he'll be drinking from the hose this summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a0211f98cb1e1b83" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0211f98cb1e1b83%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331497870%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AF3C821B4853B7426E1B6F27BB17A5356A79ACF.4B643F58E697148F6D3206313E8845CD8A4C74CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0211f98cb1e1b83%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4BNtWJjC-NhZ_NllA1Fy031raFU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0211f98cb1e1b83%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331497870%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AF3C821B4853B7426E1B6F27BB17A5356A79ACF.4B643F58E697148F6D3206313E8845CD8A4C74CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0211f98cb1e1b83%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4BNtWJjC-NhZ_NllA1Fy031raFU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578998163602615827-1732957217082635953?l=jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a0211f98cb1e1b83&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/1732957217082635953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3578998163602615827&amp;postID=1732957217082635953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/1732957217082635953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/1732957217082635953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/2008/12/water-baby.html' title='Water Baby'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/ST3t_nxVYQI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yM6IZ3NsyO8/s72-c/IMG_1437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-8170779709475332114</id><published>2008-12-01T21:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:39:36.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Well with Thanksgiving over, it was time to break out the Christmas decorations. In an effort to keep Jackson from bringing down the tree we put it back in the corner by the couch on top of a low round table. We strung all the lights and while the boys were taking Sunday naps I hung all the ornaments. I was all ready for them to wake up and couldn't wait to see Jackson's big smile and eyes full of wonder at all the lights. Baby's first Christmas - it's supposed to be a magical moment right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't expect was his reaction. For whatever reason he is scared to death of the tree. Not the ornaments. I got him to touch one of those but he will absolutely not touch the branches of the tree, and every time I try to coax him into touching it he starts crying. We were a little disappointed in his reaction but after thinking it over for a while, maybe it's not such a bad thing that he doesn't want to touch it????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While picking up more decorations I couldn't resist this little puppy that sings Christmas carols. Jackson loves dogs and frankly John and I are tired or crawling around on the floor barking so I thought this would be the perfect little surprise. As you can see from the video, he seems to like it. Then just like he does with all his favorite toys he takes it down for a little lip lock at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-512097b8e7e0fc60" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D512097b8e7e0fc60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331497870%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D733A0E6A56A23072BC201317C2347E0FEF3C507.AE1C9BA4283A12D791749030593E47394BC2511%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D512097b8e7e0fc60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsuCK0K7hniMZ3kVgfAfW282cVrY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D512097b8e7e0fc60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331497870%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D733A0E6A56A23072BC201317C2347E0FEF3C507.AE1C9BA4283A12D791749030593E47394BC2511%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D512097b8e7e0fc60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsuCK0K7hniMZ3kVgfAfW282cVrY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578998163602615827-8170779709475332114?l=jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=512097b8e7e0fc60&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/8170779709475332114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3578998163602615827&amp;postID=8170779709475332114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/8170779709475332114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/8170779709475332114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-ready-for-christmas.html' title='Getting Ready for Christmas'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-4469957008888490838</id><published>2008-11-24T22:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:58:42.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at Me</title><content type='html'>Well we knew this day was coming soon. John says he has seen Jackson do this before but it was the first time he ever did it that I saw. He was trying to get John's Husker's cap that was on the coffee table, he loves to chew on that thing. He just stood there for what seemed like forever just talking to himself, jabbering on and on about who knows what. I wish we could read their minds. Of course when he talks non-stop is when John says he's just like me. That's ok though. I talked before I was two so I'll just say that makes him a genius! He finally started to fuss when he got tired of standing up. He does the standing up part pretty good, he just can't figure out how to get back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SSuFc8o_XdI/AAAAAAAAATY/7UV8bDywp98/s1600-h/112408_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SSuFc8o_XdI/AAAAAAAAATY/7UV8bDywp98/s320/112408_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272454521128181202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so huggy/kissy tonight and it was great. I already know I am going to miss this time with him when he's a baby. John says he's a mama's boy with all the kissing but I don't care. The time will come soon enough when he doesn't want to have anything to do with all that so I'll just enjoy it while I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578998163602615827-4469957008888490838?l=jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/4469957008888490838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3578998163602615827&amp;postID=4469957008888490838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/4469957008888490838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/4469957008888490838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-at-me.html' title='Look at Me'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SSuFc8o_XdI/AAAAAAAAATY/7UV8bDywp98/s72-c/112408_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-3360102148889172687</id><published>2008-11-24T22:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:52:08.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Jackson, John and I got to go to Andrew's 1st birthday party on Sunday. For those of you who don't know, Andrew is the son of my cousin Mandy and her husband Curt, and we all lived next door to each other for a while. It was an all out party complete with fajitas and lots of cupcakes. Andrew certainly enjoyed his. Mandy was smart to strip him down to his skivvy's before she let him go at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SSuANKeyoYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GsWFF1_RqtY/s1600-h/112308_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SSuANKeyoYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GsWFF1_RqtY/s320/112308_5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272448752407454082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys enjoyed all the attention they got from their Great Aunts Jeannie and Betsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SSuAq07kv2I/AAAAAAAAATA/8yAfB48fnc4/s1600-h/112308_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SSuAq07kv2I/AAAAAAAAATA/8yAfB48fnc4/s320/112308_8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272449262018674530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SSuA4MUSzmI/AAAAAAAAATI/YV6oyLnpbZ8/s1600-h/112308_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SSuA4MUSzmI/AAAAAAAAATI/YV6oyLnpbZ8/s320/112308_9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272449491634671202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson made himself right at home crawling all over the place...... I lost him there for a second and finally found him when I lifted up the tablecloth and there he was just sitting under the table by himself. Guess he was looking for a little quiet spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SSuBofWA3-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/8mFfrkDe8aU/s1600-h/112308_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SSuBofWA3-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/8mFfrkDe8aU/s320/112308_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272450321375879138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Andrew for inviting us to your party. We had a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578998163602615827-3360102148889172687?l=jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/3360102148889172687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3578998163602615827&amp;postID=3360102148889172687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/3360102148889172687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/3360102148889172687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/2008/11/andrews-birthday-pary.html' title='Andrew&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJmmSPUijVY/SSuANKeyoYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GsWFF1_RqtY/s72-c/112308_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-8610458589339723187</id><published>2008-11-19T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:55:50.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger Danger</title><content type='html'>Jackson had a great day today. When I went to pick him up at Pam's she had him standing in a walker and he was loving life. That kid refuses to sit down, he wants to stand all the time. Unfortunately he can't do that on his own so we either break our backs bending over holding his hands or try to find something to stick him in. John practices walking with him every night. I think he is anxious for Jackson to walk so he can say he walked before he was a year old. Must be a guy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after we left Pam's we had to take some baby things that Jackson had outgrown over to the house of a guy I work with, he and his wife are expecting a baby in the spring. Jackson was asleep when we got there but woke up while we were in the house talking. He saw me, looked around the room, then looked at Kevin, Steph and their son. All of a sudden his eyes welled up with tears and he started screaming. I took him out of his car seat and tried to calm him down but every time he looked at Kevin he started crying hysterically again. This is a kid that never cries. He does this with John's friend Mike also. Every time Mike looks at him, he bursts into tears. Now both of these guys he has been around before. Mike has come over to watch football and Kevin held him when I've took him up to my office so we don't know what's going on. The only thing we can figure is he's starting to feel a little stranger danger. I guess it's normal but I always feel so bad when it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson whimpered all the way home but recovered quickly when I took him in the house and he saw himself in the mirror. That usually does the trick. He ate like a champ, we played on the floor and he even managed to give me a fat lip with a good head butt. I'll look like Angelina Jolie for a couple days....unfortunately only on the right side of my mouth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3578998163602615827-8610458589339723187?l=jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/feeds/8610458589339723187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3578998163602615827&amp;postID=8610458589339723187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/8610458589339723187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3578998163602615827/posts/default/8610458589339723187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacksonzamrzla.blogspot.com/2008/11/stranger-danger.html' title='Stranger Danger'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738011148443006049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578998163602615827.post-762172958796423016</id><published>2008-11-17T21:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:49:14.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not great but it's a start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well those who know me, know that I am challenged when it comes to "computer stuff" so it's pretty amazing that I've managed to get this far on my own. Lyncca, aren't you proud? I'm good at what I know, let's just say I don't know very much when it comes to this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is our blog, the project that I worked on while I was at home in bed sick today. Expect the look to change as I recruit help from my younger, more computer literate friends. Mostly it's a place where we can provide updates and post new pictures of the little man for the grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins who don't get to see him as often as they like. Expect there to be a few Zam stories as well. You know I can't resist when he does something goofy. I'm sure he could do the same for me so I won't be giving him the log-in information to this site :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said here's the first one..... I go to pick Jackson up at Pam's last week and she mentioned she got a good laugh when she took off his jacket after John dropped him off and left that morning. Apparently he had put his onesie on backwards. Easy mistake if both sides are white but this one had snaps on one side and 3 pictures of puppies or something across the other. I'll have to take a picture of it and post it for ya'll to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well although I know this may be easy for some, it's taken me the better part of my day so it's off to sleep and since I'm feeling better, back to work in the morning. More to come soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a practice picture I uploaded. 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