<?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-991703889896617474</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:07:28.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hendricks ID</title><subtitle type='html'>Lindsay and the boys.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-1315522993268019579</id><published>2010-05-28T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:04:19.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeto Snatcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA91oAMo6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/3-fFm6h8F-A/s1600/walter+snathcing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476445138363130786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA91oAMo6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/3-fFm6h8F-A/s400/walter+snathcing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little thing is actually for grabbing things you can't reach and Walter is putting it to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-1315522993268019579?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/1315522993268019579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=1315522993268019579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/1315522993268019579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/1315522993268019579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2010/05/cheeto-snatcher.html' title='Cheeto Snatcher'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA91oAMo6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/3-fFm6h8F-A/s72-c/walter+snathcing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-8322094076391479134</id><published>2010-05-28T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:57:26.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Masterpiece Finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA3tBTOM-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/10_Sku2AsxY/s1600/ninja2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476438393465222114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA3tBTOM-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/10_Sku2AsxY/s400/ninja2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA3snj0WHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/WDSbaHT9neA/s1600/jackson+ninja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476438386555508850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA3snj0WHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/WDSbaHT9neA/s400/jackson+ninja.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have drawn hundreds of Ninja Turtles, almost everyday when he goes to bed he asks for a ninja turtle drawing to be waiting for him when he wakes up so he can color it. &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/991703889896617474-8322094076391479134?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/8322094076391479134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=8322094076391479134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/8322094076391479134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/8322094076391479134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2010/05/masterpiece-finished.html' title='Masterpiece Finished'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA3tBTOM-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/10_Sku2AsxY/s72-c/ninja2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-7930479278015000175</id><published>2010-05-28T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:35:18.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson's New Passion (well not so new anymore)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA27D_pGII/AAAAAAAAAUo/MjZzFkuNotw/s1600/tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476437535194945666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA27D_pGII/AAAAAAAAAUo/MjZzFkuNotw/s400/tongue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA26utoRRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/EaElyeBt-NA/s1600/jackson+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476437529482249490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA26utoRRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/EaElyeBt-NA/s400/jackson+love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at his consentration.&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/991703889896617474-7930479278015000175?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/7930479278015000175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=7930479278015000175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/7930479278015000175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/7930479278015000175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2010/05/jacksons-new-passion-well-not-so-new.html' title='Jackson&apos;s New Passion (well not so new anymore)'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA27D_pGII/AAAAAAAAAUo/MjZzFkuNotw/s72-c/tongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-5088164918771274993</id><published>2010-05-28T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:28:05.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of BOYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA1CyRs8UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1PCKWRrJiZg/s1600/undies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476435468854554946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA1CyRs8UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1PCKWRrJiZg/s400/undies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went down stairs to get dressed and came up with undies on their heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-5088164918771274993?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/5088164918771274993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=5088164918771274993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/5088164918771274993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/5088164918771274993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2010/05/joys-of-boys.html' title='The joys of BOYS'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAA1CyRs8UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1PCKWRrJiZg/s72-c/undies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-1759801785221356917</id><published>2010-05-28T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:25:26.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Little Messmaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAAzyp8ooUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/DKTU-k6kSko/s1600/church+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476434092229173570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAAzyp8ooUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/DKTU-k6kSko/s400/church+bag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAAzyb_uiGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XtpzGc-aazo/s1600/pans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476434088484046946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAAzyb_uiGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XtpzGc-aazo/s400/pans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite about this one is that she is stting perfectly in the dust pan ad her little bum crack is showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAAzyCIothI/AAAAAAAAAUA/S_MjSHWcMxM/s1600/cereal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476434081542092306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAAzyCIothI/AAAAAAAAAUA/S_MjSHWcMxM/s400/cereal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes we really need to invest in cabinet locks, something we never had to do before, Julia is amazing! Her eyes light up to scatter dump, epmty and throw&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/991703889896617474-1759801785221356917?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/1759801785221356917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=1759801785221356917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/1759801785221356917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/1759801785221356917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2010/05/crazy-little-messmaker.html' title='Crazy Little Messmaker'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/TAAzyp8ooUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/DKTU-k6kSko/s72-c/church+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-3400352722683900840</id><published>2010-03-09T14:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:44:44.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bOw2y1G_I/AAAAAAAAATw/WhE7pOCcZfQ/s1600-h/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446768138088946674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bOw2y1G_I/AAAAAAAAATw/WhE7pOCcZfQ/s400/eggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No I am not completely crazy, I know it isn't Easter. We haven't hard boiled eggs for a long time so when I did this morning Jackson immedietely thought we needed to hard boil them. Good thing I got an Easter decorating kit after last Easter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers think I am crazy having Christmas and birthday shopping done at least 6 months ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bOwSgbgjI/AAAAAAAAATo/KnbVJzuOUtw/s1600-h/eggs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446768128348095026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bOwSgbgjI/AAAAAAAAATo/KnbVJzuOUtw/s400/eggs2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bOv-AlgXI/AAAAAAAAATg/gsymqJ02aQ8/s1600-h/eggs+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446768122845823346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bOv-AlgXI/AAAAAAAAATg/gsymqJ02aQ8/s400/eggs+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-3400352722683900840?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/3400352722683900840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=3400352722683900840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/3400352722683900840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/3400352722683900840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2010/03/easter-eggs.html' title='Easter Eggs'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bOw2y1G_I/AAAAAAAAATw/WhE7pOCcZfQ/s72-c/eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-4544197025108862841</id><published>2010-03-09T14:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:38:00.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 8th Swing for 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bNON-byzI/AAAAAAAAATA/j0YEnMcw8RE/s1600-h/jackson+slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446766443504585522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bNON-byzI/AAAAAAAAATA/j0YEnMcw8RE/s400/jackson+slide.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bNCNGjT5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/JH1bSotasjE/s1600-h/outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446766237111766930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bNCNGjT5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/JH1bSotasjE/s400/outside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That chicken is always on the tramp with the boys for some reason, usually just walking along the frame. Oh that is Walter's slide he got for his birthday, dont tell him I got it at a yard sale for $1. They are really enjoying it, I think it will be fun in the summer into the kiddie pool, they are sort of outgrowing the red slide that is about as long as their legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bMcikSSmI/AAAAAAAAASw/F42vu7MxGL4/s1600-h/swing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446765590038596194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bMcikSSmI/AAAAAAAAASw/F42vu7MxGL4/s400/swing1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bMV7g61sI/AAAAAAAAASo/DJFG2BLaeaA/s1600-h/swing+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446765476476278466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bMV7g61sI/AAAAAAAAASo/DJFG2BLaeaA/s400/swing+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that is some kind of poop probably chicken poop on Walter's shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bMOPJwpmI/AAAAAAAAASg/tpIau8pq2TE/s1600-h/swing+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446765344308897378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bMOPJwpmI/AAAAAAAAASg/tpIau8pq2TE/s400/swing+3.jpg" /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure you can really see Julia's face but she is really loving the swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson plays it a little more cautious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/991703889896617474-4544197025108862841?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/4544197025108862841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=4544197025108862841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/4544197025108862841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/4544197025108862841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-8th-swing-for-3.html' title='March 8th Swing for 3'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bNON-byzI/AAAAAAAAATA/j0YEnMcw8RE/s72-c/jackson+slide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-8283853791575370216</id><published>2010-03-09T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:30:02.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2nd Enjoying the weather and flying a little kite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bLRrBsANI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Hf4uGFnnqy0/s1600-h/jackson+string.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446764303819210962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bLRrBsANI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Hf4uGFnnqy0/s400/jackson+string.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bKQLAqygI/AAAAAAAAASI/nG3mV3d9kP0/s1600-h/juliasmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446763178533505538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bKQLAqygI/AAAAAAAAASI/nG3mV3d9kP0/s400/juliasmile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bJjRxLqMI/AAAAAAAAASA/jmrPoVeUbFs/s1600-h/up+and+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446762407253485762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bJjRxLqMI/AAAAAAAAASA/jmrPoVeUbFs/s400/up+and+away.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes my kids dress themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bJi1J0H4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/IJpCIYobqUI/s1600-h/walter+kite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446762399572172674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bJi1J0H4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/IJpCIYobqUI/s400/walter+kite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a lot of fun ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bJirstf2I/AAAAAAAAARw/SBy87sTCb10/s1600-h/walter+stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446762397034184546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bJirstf2I/AAAAAAAAARw/SBy87sTCb10/s400/walter+stand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wearing brothers shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bJiE8jnLI/AAAAAAAAARo/1X7xvcm8Kys/s1600-h/wlter+ooh+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446762386631662770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bJiE8jnLI/AAAAAAAAARo/1X7xvcm8Kys/s400/wlter+ooh+fun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson is always ready to hop in if I have the camera out, especially if it involves Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bJhejcmiI/AAAAAAAAARg/9dK9lcxGrLA/s1600-h/jackson+and+julia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446762376325798434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bJhejcmiI/AAAAAAAAARg/9dK9lcxGrLA/s400/jackson+and+julia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate lunch and then the boys headed outside to try and work this little kite we got at Grandma Shells Valentine Party, the second they went out the door Julia started wailing, she did not want to be left behind and as you can see she was thouroughly enjoying the grass and being outside. She has just started this chineese smiling sort of cute and sort of Crazy.&lt;/div&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/991703889896617474-8283853791575370216?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/8283853791575370216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=8283853791575370216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/8283853791575370216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/8283853791575370216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-2nd-enjoying-weather-and-fling.html' title='March 2nd Enjoying the weather and flying a little kite.'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bLRrBsANI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Hf4uGFnnqy0/s72-c/jackson+string.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-7447052461820247175</id><published>2010-03-09T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:08:49.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walter and the Chicken riding Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bGEyBN33I/AAAAAAAAARY/D5CqDTG2Dwk/s1600-h/riding+daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446758584799846258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bGEyBN33I/AAAAAAAAARY/D5CqDTG2Dwk/s400/riding+daddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought that darn chicken in Arizona at PPA but it has gotten a lot of use by my boys. (it has a very annoying crow or whatever that sound is called) I just did a preschool though and it worked wonders, they loved it, actually as I was leaving the kids were trying to follow me to squeeze that chicken one more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont mind Jackson's outfit that is just Jake's work shirt and it doubles as the boys painting shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have shirts with scissor holes and permanant marker and permanant paint, so they always strip down now, in fact today I went to get a paint shirt and when I came back walter was ready up to the table completely naked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-7447052461820247175?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/7447052461820247175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=7447052461820247175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/7447052461820247175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/7447052461820247175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2010/03/walter-and-chicken-riding-daddy.html' title='Walter and the Chicken riding Daddy'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bGEyBN33I/AAAAAAAAARY/D5CqDTG2Dwk/s72-c/riding+daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-5968263615578299640</id><published>2010-03-09T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:02:36.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson and Art Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bE998VCWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/M4B9kZPEelU/s1600-h/DSCF3319re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446757368229857634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bE998VCWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/M4B9kZPEelU/s400/DSCF3319re.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is making nija turtles and we had to make them with curved shells on the back then we had to make sure we had all four and then Splinter and then the badguys, I dont think anyone actually played with these, they just fill the kitchen table, but Jackson loves to make things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bE9pHsqHI/AAAAAAAAARI/U14iYhFttqU/s1600-h/DSCF1323re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446757362640398450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bE9pHsqHI/AAAAAAAAARI/U14iYhFttqU/s400/DSCF1323re.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bE9FOKhuI/AAAAAAAAARA/j_cAobby7L8/s1600-h/DSCF1325re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446757353003845346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bE9FOKhuI/AAAAAAAAARA/j_cAobby7L8/s400/DSCF1325re.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Jackson painting in the fall, he gets obsessed with one thing for a short time and does nothing else and then moves on. Sorry kid I think that came from me.&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/991703889896617474-5968263615578299640?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/5968263615578299640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=5968263615578299640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/5968263615578299640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/5968263615578299640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2010/03/jackson-and-art-projects.html' title='Jackson and Art Projects'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bE998VCWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/M4B9kZPEelU/s72-c/DSCF3319re.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-7286534583340043728</id><published>2010-03-09T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:57:24.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it is spring not fall but Oh Well PUMKIN PATCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bD8hDTymI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jjk8ROVs1u4/s1600-h/DSCF9987res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446756243783010914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bD8hDTymI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jjk8ROVs1u4/s400/DSCF9987res.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bD8bc7O4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/vjoMHq5mrZM/s1600-h/DSCF9988re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446756242279840642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bD8bc7O4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/vjoMHq5mrZM/s400/DSCF9988re.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the boys picking their pumkin out at the preschool fieldtrip to Linder Farms&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/991703889896617474-7286534583340043728?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/7286534583340043728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=7286534583340043728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/7286534583340043728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/7286534583340043728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-it-is-spring-not-fall-but-oh.html' title='I know it is spring not fall but Oh Well PUMKIN PATCH'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/S5bD8hDTymI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jjk8ROVs1u4/s72-c/DSCF9987res.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-2617141283930235683</id><published>2009-10-02T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:15:48.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh and....</title><content type='html'>If anyone knows any cool musicians who wouldn't mind letting me put a song on my website let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-2617141283930235683?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/2617141283930235683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=2617141283930235683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/2617141283930235683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/2617141283930235683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-and.html' title='oh and....'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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-991703889896617474.post-212738835749007505</id><published>2009-10-02T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:24:31.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsZ8Svh-DJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kfIH8hI7j-o/s1600-h/pinata3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388130665633811602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsZ8Svh-DJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kfIH8hI7j-o/s400/pinata3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsZ8R2mv1SI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hhWxlVIt-b8/s1600-h/pinata2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388130650353030434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsZ8R2mv1SI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hhWxlVIt-b8/s400/pinata2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsZ8Q8KYXMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8ySFtnb0iaA/s1600-h/pinata1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388130634664795330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsZ8Q8KYXMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8ySFtnb0iaA/s400/pinata1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Pinata without moms help, really it serves the same purpose colorful, glue and candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He made those little fridge things, like crate paper hanging off. We have limited art supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson was making a pinata today by himself but we have never made one so he actually was just gluing bits of construction paper together and gluing candy on to that. He has been talking about pinatas lately because he went to a primary class party a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt; or so ago and his teacher had made one. I decide I better help him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; the pinata so we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; making it with paper &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mache&lt;/span&gt;. We are going to break it open on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; after conference at my moms. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jackson&lt;/span&gt; said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt; times, Mom thank you for helping me male a pinata, our dinning room is even a bigger mess than usual but we had fun.&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/991703889896617474-212738835749007505?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/212738835749007505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=212738835749007505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/212738835749007505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/212738835749007505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/10/pinata.html' title='Pinata'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsZ8Svh-DJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kfIH8hI7j-o/s72-c/pinata3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-872463212641159280</id><published>2009-10-02T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:01:06.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My website went Live.</title><content type='html'>It wasn't quite ready to but they made it live any way so it needs a few changes but for the most part it is ready.&lt;br /&gt;IT IS....&lt;br /&gt;steelephotography.org&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited about it, I will get more music on there but I haven't found some yet. The one song I have on there I absolutely love but they didn't get back with me as to wether or not I can have it on there, that is one reason I wasn't ready for it to be live yet. Anyway check it out if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-872463212641159280?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/872463212641159280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=872463212641159280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/872463212641159280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/872463212641159280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-website-went-live.html' title='My website went Live.'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-3918916478615801187</id><published>2009-10-02T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:58:32.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October whatever date Thursday was.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took someones senior pictures everyone came with because Jake was going to take the kids to the Y while I took the pictures but when they got there Jackson was hurting too bad, so they decided to go to Dave and Cristy Turners to play which he did without any complaining until it was time to leave of course:) I think we over did it today because we also went to go play in the park earlier in the day with Kirsten and her kids and he ran around and climbed the stuff and then last night his little ankles and feet were so bruised and swollen, night is just worse I think halfway because he is tired but it just catches up to him. So today was ankles and his little man parts. No picture today:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-3918916478615801187?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/3918916478615801187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=3918916478615801187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/3918916478615801187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/3918916478615801187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-whatever-date-thursday-was.html' title='October whatever date Thursday was.'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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-991703889896617474.post-3561863408704997950</id><published>2009-09-30T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:03:22.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Haul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsMerEeGYiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/W6TgU75ClGc/s1600-h/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387183304548442658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsMerEeGYiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/W6TgU75ClGc/s400/feet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am realizing this is going to be a long month hopefully only a month. jackson did a little spurt of physical stuff outside with Walter this morning and then they played with moonsand and watched movies. He gets sorer and sorer as the day goes on especially today because todays owies were eyes and feet I knew he was really limping today but when Jake got home he looked at Jacksons feet and tehy were all bruised and again swollen. t bed time he was having a very hard time going to bed because of hurting I tried to tell him that it would be better soon because the owies would move on to something else and it wouldn't be his feet anymore so he would be able to walk better. I told my friend today I think I am suppose to learn to be more compassionate. I wish I could tell him it would all go away when he wakes up but it won't at least it is actually for a short time it just doesn't feel lke it. Today Jake went outside to see something walter wanted him to see and by the time Jackson realized and got to the door they were back in. Jackson told me I just went down the stairs with the foot that doesn't hurt as much first and then the one that does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom told me I should document for Jackson so we are doing that by blogging so I think I will be better for a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture doesn't really show too well because of the flash I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh on Monday Jackson said on the way to preschool I am wearing long pants so the kids cant see my legs. Hopefully he won't care about the bruised ear. I am also hoping the swollen eyes don't get bruises, it seems like after something is swollen it gets all bruised. Or anything that gets any pressure his arm is bruised from the IV and tape on his wrists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way Jackson said he is going to marry Emma in his preschool class then later he said no Emma is going to be my wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-3561863408704997950?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/3561863408704997950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=3561863408704997950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/3561863408704997950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/3561863408704997950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-haul.html' title='Long Haul'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsMerEeGYiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/W6TgU75ClGc/s72-c/feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-2293699769072265851</id><published>2009-09-29T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:48:10.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6am Feeding</title><content type='html'>I didn't go get the camera but I should have. This morning I was nursing Julia but the light was on in the kitchen so I went out there thinking Jake left the light on for the boys, our nights have been a little longer than usual because Jackson wakes up hurting or once he bumped his head. He is his toddler mattress on the floor because the bunk bed is too hard right now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I walked into the kitchen and saw the bib drawer open and the silverware drawer open then I looked down and saw walter with a girly bib on with two forks stabbed into some old discusting rice stuff. Jake cleaned out the fridge and left 3-4 tupperwares on the stove. Walter woke up hungry so he dug in, gross. I gave him a piece of bread and Jake put him back to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-2293699769072265851?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/2293699769072265851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=2293699769072265851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/2293699769072265851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/2293699769072265851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/09/6am-feeding.html' title='6am Feeding'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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-991703889896617474.post-442556752029742770</id><published>2009-09-29T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:35:48.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time for Solid Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJEpBPKvGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/E9PNbAw1bAc/s1600-h/food+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386943575785913442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJEpBPKvGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/E9PNbAw1bAc/s400/food+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJEojJDOPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ktw7RD7NW-A/s1600-h/food4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386943567707191538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJEojJDOPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ktw7RD7NW-A/s400/food4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJEoNL7qJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PuUxj4MFvB0/s1600-h/food3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386943561813698706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJEoNL7qJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PuUxj4MFvB0/s400/food3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJEnx0LNYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eulYhwCjoeY/s1600-h/food2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386943554466297218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJEnx0LNYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eulYhwCjoeY/s400/food2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJEncv_0iI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-z2E4OJA0G8/s1600-h/food1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386943548811629090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJEncv_0iI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-z2E4OJA0G8/s400/food1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We tried oatmeal for Julia's first solid food. Jackson has been really excited for her to start eating food. They both wanted to help feed her, hopefully she'll start sleeping through the night again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure what is going on with the pictures jake was taking them I think he was covering the flash with his hand oh well.&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/991703889896617474-442556752029742770?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/442556752029742770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=442556752029742770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/442556752029742770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/442556752029742770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-time-for-solid-food.html' title='First time for Solid Food'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJEpBPKvGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/E9PNbAw1bAc/s72-c/food+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-5829842260628260537</id><published>2009-09-29T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:22:00.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJBrsg0WzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EaCE7JmRDHk/s1600-h/chinese+eyes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386940323227523890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJBrsg0WzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EaCE7JmRDHk/s400/chinese+eyes2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJBrNjPXEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0K7aymRpYMQ/s1600-h/cheinese+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386940314916183106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJBrNjPXEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0K7aymRpYMQ/s400/cheinese+eyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today it is Jacksons eyes. Especially his right one but he seems to be able to get around good today, the problem is he runs around becaus ethat is what kids do and then realizes that he is hurting.&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/991703889896617474-5829842260628260537?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/5829842260628260537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=5829842260628260537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/5829842260628260537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/5829842260628260537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-it-is-jacksons-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsJBrsg0WzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EaCE7JmRDHk/s72-c/chinese+eyes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-2554353936223590266</id><published>2009-09-28T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:41:29.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our CRAZY week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsFyQ2UGluI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KAQRHPTbRN8/s1600-h/w+julia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386712263095129826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsFyQ2UGluI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KAQRHPTbRN8/s400/w+julia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson hanging out with Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsFyQpEERAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6BvWgTrpNVI/s1600-h/neb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386712259538207746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsFyQpEERAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6BvWgTrpNVI/s400/neb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wE&lt;/span&gt; HAVE BEEN DOING A LOT OF &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NEBULIZER&lt;/span&gt; TREATMENTS THE LAST FEW DAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsFyQPOZOCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dckJeP_V2QM/s1600-h/legs+and+bum+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386712252602202146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsFyQPOZOCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dckJeP_V2QM/s400/legs+and+bum+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The back of his legs and bum with pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Flowers&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsFyPsPNAtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7_Rg8oaGVNQ/s1600-h/hands+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386712243210355410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsFyPsPNAtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7_Rg8oaGVNQ/s400/hands+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His poor little fat hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it has been two months since the last time I posted sad I know, there are plenty of things I should put on here but I don't have time right now maybe later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway we have all had kind of bad colds, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jacksons&lt;/span&gt; always seems to go to his chest and I always think I have strep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;throat&lt;/span&gt;, anyway so on Monday we all went to the quick care to get my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;throught&lt;/span&gt; swabbed and then I decided to have the boys chests listened to just to make sure they were clear. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jacksons&lt;/span&gt; oxygen was a little low and he had some noise in his lungs not really too big of a deal, they did him a breathing treatment and his oxygen levels went up a little, then he started crying and said his belly was really hurting so Jake hurried to take him to the bathroom but on the way out the door he started throwing up, Jake was catching it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; have carpeted floors, anyway his little face was so yellow. It seemed weird because no one else I knew of had the flu but the doctor person (pa or whatever they are) said it had been going around. The next day he seemed better as far as the flu goes, then on Wednesday at preschool at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fire station&lt;/span&gt; (first field trip) he turned completely yellow again and we went to the bathroom but he couldn't throw up. Then he seemed to be pretty much better again the next day. The next day I decided to get him rechecked at his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pediatrician&lt;/span&gt; just because the PA guy said to have his lungs rechecked, they sounded &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; but he and Walter both had ear infections so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; got put on medicine, I of course ha&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; to remind the doctor and sort of convince him that Jackson had had a reaction to a medicine anyway we got started on that Thursday night and then Friday when we picked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;him up&lt;/span&gt; from preschool he said his legs hurt and he had a rash all over his lower legs, we figured he had gotten into something like weeds or something although he had never had an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allergic&lt;/span&gt; reaction to anything like that we didn't know what else it could be then we figured he must be having an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allergic&lt;/span&gt; reaction to the medicine. We went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kohls&lt;/span&gt; to gt Jake some clearance swim shorts and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jacksons&lt;/span&gt; legs were hurting so bad Jake was pushing him around in a wheelchair, I sort of thought he was just too tired and melting down. When we would go over any kind of bump of anything he would yell and cry, so we decided we better go to Quick care he couldn't walk so Jake had to carry him in wailing. The doctor (PA or whatever) agreed and said take him off the medicine put him on a new one and come to the emergency room if it gets way bad. The next morning his hands started getting huge and the spots were on his bum and there was bruising wherever the spots were and now they were about the size of a quarter. He couldn't even bend his little fingers. So we went back to quick care and that guy was much less thorough then the first sort of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dufuss&lt;/span&gt; he just said as long as he can breath he's fine. We kept giving him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;benadryl&lt;/span&gt; ever 4 hours and tried to keep him drinking and iced his hands and nothing would help. So while I was at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;womens&lt;/span&gt; conference Jake had called the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pediatricians&lt;/span&gt; office and the nurses were going to have the doctor on call call him back within an hour and if not they said to call back so Jake called back and when he got to talk to the doctor she said that by our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;description&lt;/span&gt; he was having a severe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allergic&lt;/span&gt; reaction and to bring him to the hospital so at 9:30 at night Jake and Jackson went off to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt; she said he would probably be there through Monday, but after he got there and she looked at him she said I think this is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HSP&lt;/span&gt; which of course we had ever heard of, so they got him on oxygen and IV and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; there sometime they X &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rayed&lt;/span&gt; his chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HSP&lt;/span&gt;: you can skip over this if it is boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HSP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;affects&lt;/span&gt; the small arterial vessels in the skin, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gastrointestinal&lt;/span&gt; tract and frequently the kidneys. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HSP&lt;/span&gt; results in skin rash, most prominent over the buttocks and behind the lower &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extreme ties&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;associated&lt;/span&gt; with joint &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inflammation&lt;/span&gt; (arthritis) and cramping pain in the abdomen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SYMPTOMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purple bruised rash on legs, buttocks or elsewhere. This is caused by red blood cells that leak out of the damaged blood vessels. Painful swelling of the joints, mostly the ankles and knees, usually individual joints only last 1-3 days. Sometimes whole limbs will swell. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inflammation&lt;/span&gt; does not cause crippling arthritis. Mostly abdominal pain, but can include loss of appetite, diarrhea, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vomit ting&lt;/span&gt; and occasional blood in stools, rarely patients develop an abnormal bowel folding . 50% of patients have kidney &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inflammation&lt;/span&gt; but less &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; 1 in 10 have permanent injury to the kidneys. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Inflammation&lt;/span&gt; of blood vessels in the kidneys can cause blood or protein in the urine." It says approx 10 in 100,000 children get it every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also it says nearly all patients have no long term problems but for now his little knees and ankles and hips really hurt, he will try to run and play and then hurt afterwards, the doctor said he will need lay around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; the next month, she also said no more soccer he'll have to do it in the spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to go to the doctor every week for a month, every other week for a month and every month for a year, so we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;switched&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pediatricians&lt;/span&gt; to the one that saw him in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt;, our current one I have been having to wait 2 hours to see him we aren't going to do that 20 times this year. he walks really stiff right now because obviously the joint swelling but I noticed today the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bottom&lt;/span&gt; of his feet are bruised. Oh today he woke up with a swollen eye and ear, I guess he will keep getting new areas swollen and it last for a couple days and moves on weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have to leave a little more time everywhere we go because we have to walk slow which is sort of hard.&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/991703889896617474-2554353936223590266?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/2554353936223590266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=2554353936223590266&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/2554353936223590266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/2554353936223590266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-crazy-week.html' title='Our CRAZY week.'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/SsFyQ2UGluI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KAQRHPTbRN8/s72-c/w+julia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-8789615082351496503</id><published>2009-07-28T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:16:04.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia 2 Months Old CRAZY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm-J0VR6kWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PEz4qFhaYkw/s1600-h/8177+Julia+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363657213380039010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm-J0VR6kWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PEz4qFhaYkw/s400/8177+Julia+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and dont you like her new dress from a yard sale this weekend. She is so spoiled with clothes. Yardsaling makes it hard not to spoil, there are so many cute baby girl clothes for so cheap. Too bad there aren't so many nice cheap clothes in Jacksons size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm-Jz-xmGDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/O-Zm9fZU4ms/s1600-h/DSCF8174julia+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363657207338899506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm-Jz-xmGDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/O-Zm9fZU4ms/s400/DSCF8174julia+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 month check up was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;weight: 14 lbs 100th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 25 in off the chart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;head: 16in 95th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully she isn't going to be huge:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids just get fat quick. Lance thinks I should test my milk he thinks it's all cream. Dane and Julia weight the exact same, we weighed them on Sunday. Dane was born a week later and was born 10lbs 4 oz. I think she may pass up Brinkley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know for sure but I am thinking you better watch out Gage :)&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/991703889896617474-8789615082351496503?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/8789615082351496503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=8789615082351496503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/8789615082351496503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/8789615082351496503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/07/julia-2-months-old-crazy.html' title='Julia 2 Months Old CRAZY!!'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm-J0VR6kWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PEz4qFhaYkw/s72-c/8177+Julia+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-2720850225834075120</id><published>2009-07-28T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:09:08.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 22nd Walter being a mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm-DSwc4qlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/XOqao5t0JTk/s1600-h/DSCF2245blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363650039488490066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm-DSwc4qlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/XOqao5t0JTk/s400/DSCF2245blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walter is nursing his baby, that is better than right before that he asked if he could nurse one side and climbed up in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago Walter was carrying his baby in Costco and a lady came up to me and said something like way to go mom, I think they should be able to have babies. Really I hadn't thought anything of it but they just copy what they see, ost the time the chicken is his baby but he borrowed this one from Grandma Ririe's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-2720850225834075120?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/2720850225834075120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=2720850225834075120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/2720850225834075120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/2720850225834075120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-22nd-walter-being-mommy.html' title='July 22nd Walter being a mommy'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm-DSwc4qlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/XOqao5t0JTk/s72-c/DSCF2245blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-3553290186625412007</id><published>2009-07-28T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:42:36.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 11th Jackosn setting up the sprinklers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm992o8pbpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Z4F5UDvSmZI/s1600-h/DSCF2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363644058879749778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm992o8pbpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Z4F5UDvSmZI/s400/DSCF2235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9912eIk7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/n9KpCTO4agA/s1600-h/DSCF2234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363644045329994674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9912eIk7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/n9KpCTO4agA/s400/DSCF2234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Jackson after he got it all set up for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9392jq1FI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cBoc0icxHqU/s1600-h/DSCF2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363637585722397778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9392jq1FI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cBoc0icxHqU/s400/DSCF2229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     It isn't easy to turn on that water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm939r9C1cI/AAAAAAAAAOA/O9Rf5u_DDJ4/s1600-h/DSCF2228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363637582876038594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm939r9C1cI/AAAAAAAAAOA/O9Rf5u_DDJ4/s400/DSCF2228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are in our undies again. My boys are always stripping and getting wet, or stripping and watering the weeds :) Again we live in the country so I don't stop them.&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/991703889896617474-3553290186625412007?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/3553290186625412007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=3553290186625412007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/3553290186625412007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/3553290186625412007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-11th-jackosn-setting-up-sprinklers.html' title='July 11th Jackosn setting up the sprinklers'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm992o8pbpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Z4F5UDvSmZI/s72-c/DSCF2235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-365744629924943255</id><published>2009-07-28T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:06:41.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 10th New Blue Tractor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm92JTJvEtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/X4qUPPM-XTA/s1600-h/DSCF2243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363635583353557714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm92JTJvEtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/X4qUPPM-XTA/s400/DSCF2243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                               I think Jake was actually falling asleep with his little helpers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9z9BG15AI/AAAAAAAAANo/j04t5RqLm8I/s1600-h/DSCF2241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363633173327897602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9z9BG15AI/AAAAAAAAANo/j04t5RqLm8I/s400/DSCF2241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes I know it really isn't blue and really isn't a tractor but that is what Walter calls it and he is obsessed with it. Jake mowed the lawn two times the week we got it. Jake got his wisdom teeth taken out on the 1oth and this is the next day mowing Jake is just letting the boys take turns driving so the lawn had swirly paterns in it.&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/991703889896617474-365744629924943255?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/365744629924943255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=365744629924943255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/365744629924943255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/365744629924943255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-10th-new-blue-tractor.html' title='July 10th New Blue Tractor'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm92JTJvEtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/X4qUPPM-XTA/s72-c/DSCF2243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-3468577366707490595</id><published>2009-07-28T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:39:17.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 5th Blessing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9vsEzLRaI/AAAAAAAAANg/EFwzlcoldJM/s1600-h/DSCF2222blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363628484214867362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9vsEzLRaI/AAAAAAAAANg/EFwzlcoldJM/s400/DSCF2222blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Here is Shanae holding Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9qgV0lyWI/AAAAAAAAANY/BGAQwQEyAwA/s1600-h/DSCF2219blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363622785067632994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9qgV0lyWI/AAAAAAAAANY/BGAQwQEyAwA/s400/DSCF2219blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake took this into the sun but oh well there we are anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9po2NoU3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/r8jQi_Fay3o/s1600-h/DSCF2199blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363621831689917298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9po2NoU3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/r8jQi_Fay3o/s400/DSCF2199blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9pn9Tt59I/AAAAAAAAANI/I8HBj0Yp_rc/s1600-h/DSCF2197blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363621816414627794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9pn9Tt59I/AAAAAAAAANI/I8HBj0Yp_rc/s400/DSCF2197blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need to put Julia's blessing Dress back on because we don't seem to have a real good one of her in it and it is gorgeous Jake's mom made it.&lt;/div&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/991703889896617474-3468577366707490595?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/3468577366707490595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=3468577366707490595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/3468577366707490595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/3468577366707490595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-5th-blessing-day.html' title='July 5th Blessing Day'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm9vsEzLRaI/AAAAAAAAANg/EFwzlcoldJM/s72-c/DSCF2222blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-5338934341404896665</id><published>2009-07-28T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:50:04.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 3rd Bon Fire with Lance's Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8sDn9Y0mI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AzmKljl5FfA/s1600-h/DSCF2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363554121999241826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8sDn9Y0mI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AzmKljl5FfA/s400/DSCF2179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              Watch out that look in his eye means you are about to get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8qFo9trNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Sbos-4k-XJ0/s1600-h/DSCF2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363551957605526738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8qFo9trNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Sbos-4k-XJ0/s400/DSCF2172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8qE7GhuKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YSiDOxZCV50/s1600-h/DSCF2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaelle getting ready to go down and Walter getting the hose to do some soaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8qEacycQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6CFmipSN1cg/s1600-h/DSCF2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363551936529461506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8qEacycQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6CFmipSN1cg/s400/DSCF2180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dane and Julia trying to stay cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8qEAhqiMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UuA_3G3q1aU/s1600-h/DSCF2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363551929570592962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8qEAhqiMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UuA_3G3q1aU/s400/DSCF2174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This cheap little pool has been the highlight of my kids summer. Well they don't know people go places and do things in the summer, Walter invited Dallas over to come swimming at our house this pool may not work for a 6 foot 16 year old boy but it was the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8nZ2FopmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kPogQrKm4dE/s1600-h/DSCF2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363549006190913122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8nZ2FopmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kPogQrKm4dE/s400/DSCF2185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating s'mores and chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8mWgqo47I/AAAAAAAAALw/8dKrS5BlRSE/s1600-h/DSCF2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363547849389302706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8mWgqo47I/AAAAAAAAALw/8dKrS5BlRSE/s400/DSCF2181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance has had a BIG pile of logs and sticks at our house since last year we all finally got around to getting rid of them, we decided to have a spontaneous hotdog roast too. The kids got wet (in their undies) sort of white trash I know but that is one of the joys of living in the country you can swim in your underwear:) Oh and I just got a $5 picnic table at the neighbors yardsale so once I refinish it, we won't have to eat off the dirt!&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/991703889896617474-5338934341404896665?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/5338934341404896665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=5338934341404896665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/5338934341404896665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/5338934341404896665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-3rd-bon-fire-with-lances-family.html' title='July 3rd Bon Fire with Lance&apos;s Family'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8sDn9Y0mI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AzmKljl5FfA/s72-c/DSCF2179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-5251723209923279397</id><published>2009-07-28T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:06:03.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 7 Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8br8xD0iI/AAAAAAAAALo/832t-TpLPR4/s1600-h/DSC01167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363536123081773602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8br8xD0iI/AAAAAAAAALo/832t-TpLPR4/s400/DSC01167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake has been trying to take more snap shot pictures since I don't do it very often. Here we are stretching, obviously I haven't stretched for over a year:) This is the first year I have done gymnastics at my own house and now I have 14 kids. Check out me and Jacksons color combos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-5251723209923279397?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/5251723209923279397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=5251723209923279397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/5251723209923279397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/5251723209923279397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-7-gymnastics.html' title='July 7 Gymnastics'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8br8xD0iI/AAAAAAAAALo/832t-TpLPR4/s72-c/DSC01167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-8789943506040926048</id><published>2009-07-28T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:35:00.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 20th All kinds of Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8aeLomqAI/AAAAAAAAALg/Q9-ceVRQ7Ko/s1600-h/DSC01152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363534787043043330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8aeLomqAI/AAAAAAAAALg/Q9-ceVRQ7Ko/s400/DSC01152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cami was over helping with the boys, they were playing some sort of house, they had to be creative finding their babies. Also I would have to add Cami is an awesome helper!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-8789943506040926048?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/8789943506040926048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=8789943506040926048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/8789943506040926048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/8789943506040926048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/07/june-20th-all-kinds-of-babies.html' title='June 20th All kinds of Babies'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sm8aeLomqAI/AAAAAAAAALg/Q9-ceVRQ7Ko/s72-c/DSC01152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-8061209625033218127</id><published>2009-06-18T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:05:14.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sjqd24kXmII/AAAAAAAAALY/3OWAyH3RUDI/s1600-h/DSC01150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348761073679308930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sjqd24kXmII/AAAAAAAAALY/3OWAyH3RUDI/s400/DSC01150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As everyone with kids kows it is hard to be a mom, and the first few weeks (probably longer)with a new baby is somewhat overwelming. Julia is sort of a fussy thing and just likes to be held or nursed, which makes the begging for jumping on the tramp or asking to be fed pudding through a medicine dropper hard things to do. Of course the house is a mess and the lawn isn't mowed and Walter poured a whole bottle of creamer in his cheerios for breakfast this morning. (This is the 3rd time he has poured the whole bottle out, good thing they were free) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway you know how it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trying to get the kids down to naps today, walter climbed on the excercise ball to get into his crib to get his three pacifiers he has been extra attached to the last few weeks, anyway needless to say the ball rolled and he bonked his head so I decided to go take Julia to Jackson's room so he could hold her while I sang a song to Walter and gave him a second of attention. When I went into Jacksons room to sing to him he was singing Julia a prinmary song and they were both snuggled in his bed, so I decided to take advantage of free arms and ran upstairs to do something, 5 minutes later I went back down to check on them and they were both alseep all snuggled up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with all that I just wanted to share with someone that there are moments of sweet relief, even if it's 1:30 in the afternoon I haven't taken a shower or gotten dressed and the house is just stickier and messier even than yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-8061209625033218127?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/8061209625033218127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=8061209625033218127&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/8061209625033218127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/8061209625033218127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-everyone-with-kids-kows-it-is-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/Sjqd24kXmII/AAAAAAAAALY/3OWAyH3RUDI/s72-c/DSC01150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-3498312259493765247</id><published>2009-06-01T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:41:01.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK So here is Julia, I haven't been trying to hide her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiP0SbvwG3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Z0d-TfQ-DrY/s1600-h/DSCF0586s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342382180514405234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiP0SbvwG3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Z0d-TfQ-DrY/s400/DSCF0586s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia Evelyn Hendricks was born at like 10:56pm on May 22nd. She weighed 7 lbs 12oz and Jake said she was 21.5, but at the doctors office she measured 20.5 so who know s around that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiP0Dvg0c4I/AAAAAAAAALI/_mXzBiHA3HY/s1600-h/DSCF0589s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342381928122446722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiP0Dvg0c4I/AAAAAAAAALI/_mXzBiHA3HY/s400/DSCF0589s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiPzygaEpMI/AAAAAAAAALA/7gVj0hFrIRw/s1600-h/DSCF0597s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342381632009839810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiPzygaEpMI/AAAAAAAAALA/7gVj0hFrIRw/s400/DSCF0597s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiPznKLpdyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bsm5UX9welE/s1600-h/DSCF0616a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342381437065197346" style="WIDTH: 267px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiPvijaK5BI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KsLRRW44CPA/s400/DSCF0675s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiPu2ZPa1UI/AAAAAAAAAKA/e0qL83XXwhI/s1600-h/jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342376201247446338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiPu2ZPa1UI/AAAAAAAAAKA/e0qL83XXwhI/s400/jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obviously she doesn't lack snuggles and kisses and being held!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiPuXPPmMbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jw3dKG2L18I/s1600-h/DSCF0680s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342375665987891634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiPuXPPmMbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jw3dKG2L18I/s400/DSCF0680s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson loves to go check on her sleeping and Walter says, " Me go wake Julia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiPuA_yJxyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Y5Y8oFLRaqc/s1600-h/DSCF0699s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342375283880740642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiPuA_yJxyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Y5Y8oFLRaqc/s400/DSCF0699s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walter doesn't smother her quite like Jackson but loves to kiss and hold her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiPtKG6U6TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QbyBoVaQqh4/s1600-h/DSCF0685s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342374340901267762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiPtKG6U6TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QbyBoVaQqh4/s400/DSCF0685s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson LOVES to kiss and snuggle baby Julia all the time. He has said several hundred times "She's so little" her arms are so little her ...... to all her little parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-3498312259493765247?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/3498312259493765247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=3498312259493765247&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/3498312259493765247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/3498312259493765247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-so-here-is-julia-i-havent-been.html' title='OK So here is Julia, I haven&apos;t been trying to hide her.'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/SiP0SbvwG3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Z0d-TfQ-DrY/s72-c/DSCF0586s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-8177238163209221652</id><published>2008-11-03T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:24:23.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-UlDIDHBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hq3R9Y8QNd4/s1600-h/DSCF4212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264589853634534418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-UlDIDHBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hq3R9Y8QNd4/s400/DSCF4212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is walter on Sunday right after this we were tryingt o get his shoes on as we were rushing out the door but we had a big ordeal because Iw as trying to put his black sunday shoe on and he would grab them and throw them saying booo, meaning boots he didn't want sunday shoes he wanted boots. So we had to stop and look for the boots that actually sort of fit him. We actually try to fight Jackson not to wear boots everyweek but a few weeks ago Jackson said Walter's teacher wears boots and his son wears them with a flak jacket, so I guess as long as they are black they don't look so bad, good thing we don't live in Eagle.  It is just surprising was older brother's influence does. All summer Jackson would only wear long sleeve pants and long sleeve shirts, now today it being november he put shorts on with a short sleeve plaid shirt and said I like shorts. WHAT, oh well we'll be hot in the summer and cold int he winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-UklAaLYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Cpfmw0LYYt4/s1600-h/DSCF4203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264589845549428098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-UklAaLYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Cpfmw0LYYt4/s400/DSCF4203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Jackson eating another “Pupcake” top, that is like the last of his baby words so I don’t correct him. We just let him be spoiled on his birthday, but two of those cupcake tops were mine, don’t worry we ate the rest we just added frostingJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-Tj4DGu_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/090B3HMmfj0/s1600-h/DSCF4200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264588733969513458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-Tj4DGu_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/090B3HMmfj0/s400/DSCF4200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are leaving jake was shooting from the camera on his neck, Jackson is sucking his thumb after being around Lynea for an afternoon, he’ll often do that for a few minutes while he is around his 7 year old aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-Tjll1g4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_La9pftIf9o/s1600-h/DSCF4198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264588729014911874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-Tjll1g4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_La9pftIf9o/s400/DSCF4198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Jackson opening his presents he has so many helpers it was hard to get a shot where you can actually see hi, here is the best there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-SsLdIjPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/50vlcmkRaAc/s1600-h/DSCF4169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264587777106283762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-SsLdIjPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/50vlcmkRaAc/s400/DSCF4169.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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-Ms5NNO_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/SX21LymLFgw/s1600-h/DSCF4186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264581192317746162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-Ms5NNO_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/SX21LymLFgw/s400/DSCF4186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Jackson jumping off the diving board. I thought he would be scared but he was just waving his arms so excitedly and squealing, I guess he didn’t care that the water is 12 feet. I got pretty tired catching him and treading water but it was fun. Jake took the picture from clear across the Y so it isn’t so good but you get the idea. Oh we went to the Y for Jackson’s birthday, we the grandkids, I think everyone had fun. Oh Jake and I sent walter off the diving board, he walked out there all by himself and started swinging his arms and bending his legs, I was afraid he was going to hit his head because he wasn’t close enough to the egde so we tried to get him to go back but he wouldn’t so Jake had to go up and get him, I thought it was funny but we decided to just let him jump off the edge which he did the same funny arm swing and leg bend and then walks off the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-MslRrYII/AAAAAAAAAGw/Gc5tf8tTTYQ/s1600-h/DSCF4185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264581186967789698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-MslRrYII/AAAAAAAAAGw/Gc5tf8tTTYQ/s400/DSCF4185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-LdCGejCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xM3hw4qyZRE/s1600-h/DSCF4167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264579820315905058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-LdCGejCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xM3hw4qyZRE/s400/DSCF4167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the pumpkin. Jackson wanted a cowboy so we tried Jake did a pretty good job but in the end glued the pattern back to the pumpkin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-Lc7F7nXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3zjd_wlg4hY/s1600-h/DSCF4166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264579818434567538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-Lc7F7nXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3zjd_wlg4hY/s400/DSCF4166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-KFD28Z6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/zjqxeKHCtmA/s1600-h/DSCF4164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264578308959135650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-KFD28Z6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/zjqxeKHCtmA/s400/DSCF4164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here is Walter and Daddy making a jack o lantern Walter wasn;t to sure about it. We wwent to Grandma's after trunk r treat and trick r treat, it was fun that Halloween was on a friday, although we stayed up way too late. After trick r treating before we went to grandma's we stopped by swensen's to say hi and Walter and Jackson got KING size snickers. JAckson had eaten his before we left there porch and I ate Walter's but it took two days. We let them just eat candy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-KE6yabtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Dsa61MwBd90/s1600-h/DSCF4161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264578306524212946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-KE6yabtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Dsa61MwBd90/s400/DSCF4161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-KEnaOxKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4CmN1_Vfytg/s1600-h/DSCF4159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264578301322511522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-KEnaOxKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4CmN1_Vfytg/s400/DSCF4159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is samara checking walter out in detail. Oh four people thought he was a little girl. WEIRD, it is a rooster costume but even if there are boy chickens. Maybe it is the tight looking things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-JDBlYi9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/UsIIWAnwm9A/s1600-h/DSCF4154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264577174477245394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-JDBlYi9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/UsIIWAnwm9A/s400/DSCF4154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Jackson as the Indian boy, he already told me today he wants to be a cowboy next year, that will be his third time. He was pretty silly the whole night making this crazy face and saying weird things. As we would leave every house he would yell see ya next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-JC5T6gcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kqDQXCfJBak/s1600-h/DSCF4150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264577172256489922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-JC5T6gcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kqDQXCfJBak/s400/DSCF4150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-HhJktoiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EbgfWHXStU8/s1600-h/DSCF4129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264575492994736674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-HhJktoiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EbgfWHXStU8/s400/DSCF4129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-HgqA6aCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SJ3wT9EoMHI/s1600-h/DSCF4127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264575484523079714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-HgqA6aCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SJ3wT9EoMHI/s400/DSCF4127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at Trunk r Treat. We went to Dad and Michelle’s because it was on Tuesday and might as well have a trial run and get a bit more candy to share with Jake and I.&lt;br /&gt;Walter was so serious about the whole trick r treat thing. He would grab the candy from the person put it in his bag and then reach up for anyone to get his hand to get to the next van. He wouldn’t ever change expressions even thought he liked the idea of getting candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264574004169046194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-GKfRAeLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/G2_1W5xTMVc/s400/DSCF4125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Jackson almost ready for church, he added the Christmas tie. Oct 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-GKPllE5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/26L9W51__X0/s1600-h/DSCF4124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264573999960363922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-GKPllE5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/26L9W51__X0/s400/DSCF4124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Walter experimenting with mom’s bra and Jackson’s undies, he brought both to me to put on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-8177238163209221652?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/8177238163209221652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=8177238163209221652&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/8177238163209221652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/8177238163209221652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-is-walter-on-sunday-right-after.html' title=''/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/SQ-UlDIDHBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hq3R9Y8QNd4/s72-c/DSCF4212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-5418134709043800877</id><published>2008-10-17T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:57:20.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy pictures of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SPldp2B0wPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tYotnrKQ4wM/s1600-h/blog+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258337013390950642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SPldp2B0wPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tYotnrKQ4wM/s400/blog+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SPldCUmTekI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XaooWazSoxs/s1600-h/blog+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258336334402255426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SPldCUmTekI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XaooWazSoxs/s400/blog+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SPlbxa8DV5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/c1b-dDtSaaA/s1600-h/blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258334944534681490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/SPlbxa8DV5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/c1b-dDtSaaA/s400/blog+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home from Italy almost 3 weeks ago and I haven't done anything with any of my 2500 pictures. I have never done anything with the blog Jake started which is funny because I think usually the girls stay on top of that. I am not saying that I will stay on top of it but I am adding three pictures right now from Italy that other photographers took of me. Then soon, maybe soon, I will add some photos I took of Italy it is going to take awhile to go through them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first picture I don't know when they took it or what I was so fascinated in but that is how I held my camera for two weeks so my neck wouldn't hurt. The next they put that on my head and took pictures of me, I guess they didn't like what I was wearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The the last one is Caresse and I we were the only two that didn't drink so we ate gelato instead.&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/991703889896617474-5418134709043800877?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/5418134709043800877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=5418134709043800877&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/5418134709043800877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/5418134709043800877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2008/10/italy-pictures-of-me.html' title='Italy pictures of me.'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/SPldp2B0wPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tYotnrKQ4wM/s72-c/blog+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-1686685040057199846</id><published>2008-08-07T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:00:06.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We'll call you later"</title><content type='html'>Scratch!...Scratch!....I guess my "Friends from College" list just got two people shorter as of July 27th at about 9 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-1686685040057199846?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/1686685040057199846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=1686685040057199846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/1686685040057199846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/1686685040057199846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-call-you-later.html' title='&quot;We&apos;ll call you later&quot;'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-6734950601959194764</id><published>2008-03-28T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:33:56.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Dorritos</title><content type='html'>If you eat chips at all, you got to try some of the new dorritos.  I'm not a big chip eater, but have had a few of the different flavors over the past few months.  However, this past week I bought chips as a snack while working on the house.  I just finished my second bag this week of the Smokin Cheddar BBQ flavor.  I'm telling you...you have to get the Smokin Cheddar BBQ.  They're grrrrrrrrrreat!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-6734950601959194764?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/6734950601959194764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=6734950601959194764&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/6734950601959194764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/6734950601959194764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-dorritos.html' title='The New Dorritos'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-9019744101037664420</id><published>2008-03-25T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:38:35.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you talking about kid....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess we'll start with the picutres.  Can't get them to the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R-lS9hX0XyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3lgIXOHIIGA/s1600-h/DSCF0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181764063150235426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R-lS9hX0XyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3lgIXOHIIGA/s400/DSCF0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Jackson's many, "Woohoo, big trick"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R-lS-BX0XzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/laowIC7MF_U/s1600-h/DSCF0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181764071740170034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R-lS-BX0XzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/laowIC7MF_U/s400/DSCF0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves to kiss his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R-lS-hX0X0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_RpAvFnWDp4/s1600-h/DSCF0387r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181764080330104642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R-lS-hX0X0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_RpAvFnWDp4/s400/DSCF0387r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A super cute picture Lindsay took in the fall with his little tux.  I guess I should also mention that Walter is now walking everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Okay, now for the comments.  Where it comes from, we are not always knowing. Quotable quotes from Jackson and some stuff from Walter... We think are boys are going to be cowboys. Starting with the oldest stuff moving down to as recent as Sunday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;shy; A few weeks ago Jackson was sitting on my lap and he said, "John Wayne's a good guy.&amp;shy;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;shy; At Grandma Ririe's, Jackson was looking across the room (I assume at an imaginary cowboy) and said to Lindsay, "If that cowboy doesn't watch himself, I'll shoot him down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;shy; Walking through the store with Lindsay, on numberous occasions, Jackson falls to the ground and says, "Ugh, the cowboy shot me down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;shy; Jackson pressed the ear on Walter's rocking horse and it neighs and makes trotting sounds.&amp;shy; Lindsay and walter were in the other room and walter started rocking back an forth like he was riding a horse.&amp;shy; It's a soft plush one like a stuffed animal and walter loves to snuggle it when he rides. It's stinkin cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jackson watches John Wayne.&amp;shy; That's what he's acting out when he falls to the ground and shootin the cowboys.&amp;shy; A few weeks ago we were at subway and while we were ordering, Jackson was over acting out John Wayne, he would pause.&amp;shy;.&amp;shy;.&amp;shy;drop his gun.&amp;shy;.&amp;shy;.&amp;shy;then slowly falls to the ground as he knocks his hat off.&amp;shy; We then went to the store real quick and we saw two guys with cowboy hats.&amp;shy; One on the way in driving his truck, one on the way out walking into the store.&amp;shy; On the way out Jackson was real excited again to see a cowboy and of course Jackson still had his gun and wearing his cowboy hat and pointed to the cowboy with the hand that had the gun, so we was pointing his gun at him, and the guy raised his hands up in the air.&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night jackson was singing to Lindsay his own version to fit mommy.&amp;shy;.&amp;shy;.&amp;shy;"like a rind stone cowgirl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked to Lindsay and Jackson was laying on the ground because the cowboy shot him down.&amp;shy; He said "I shot the cowboy down, then he shot me down, then I shot him off his horse.&amp;shy;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember one more thing.&amp;shy; We finally found a cowboy belt that would fit Jackson and we got a few "buckle belts".&amp;shy; On Sunday, Jackson was wearing a cowboy shirt (he always says I want to wear the cowboy shirt from Aunt Amy about any button up shirt with stripes, because of the orange shirt Amy bought for him when Walter was born) with his belt and buckle belt.&amp;shy; When we were getting him dressed he untucked his shirt to cover his "buckle belt" and said, "I don't want somebody to see and say that it's theirs" I guess he's still a little unsure about the kids in Sunbeams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various Topics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess on some movie of Jackson's, it says, "This is how we say it in Spanish". Of course 3 year olds love to disagree, so the other night Lindsay was saying something to Jackson and he said as he often does, "that's not how we say it in Spanish" Lindsay said, do you even know how to say it in Spanish, and he said, "yeah (then with a little accent) Taco tu me list". Sure kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a piece of my granola bar "go barn" and he inspected all sides of it and said, "hey there's no chcolate chips in this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked, "What jammies do you want to wear to bed?" He chose his flannel ones over the zip up with the little feet, "so I can pull it up and you can tickle my tummy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laying by him in bed telling him a story and out of the blue says, "Mommies nurse babies". You're right buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson has been around some older cousins/ the last few weeks and picked up the word Ipod, not knowing what it was. The other day got a hold of Lindsay's bra. "I got my Ipod" Lindsay said, "no, that's not an Ipod." But of course she's wrong, "Yeah it is, I got my Ipod. Can you help me put this on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson is doing a very good job potty training, we were a little slow getting him going (no pun intended). On Sunday, I was shaving and Lindsay took Jackson potty as she was trying to get ready for church. So when Jackson was done we was running around neked for a minute and I guess because he was naked, had diffent things on his mind. He asked Lindsay what I was doing and she said shaving his face and of course, "No he's not, he's shaving his bum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jackson, Walter loves guns. Anytime he gets a hold of one he points it and "pkew, pkew" Or however you make that sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a few more pictures to make this post more interesting.SEE ABOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of right now. Just wanted to get them written down somewhere before I forget them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-9019744101037664420?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/9019744101037664420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=9019744101037664420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/9019744101037664420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/9019744101037664420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-are-you-talking-about-kid.html' title='What are you talking about kid....'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/R-lS9hX0XyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3lgIXOHIIGA/s72-c/DSCF0246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-9220561624863594053</id><published>2008-03-14T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:52:00.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few at a time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9sNClSYkXI/AAAAAAAAADw/imJdrewgeSE/s1600-h/DSCF0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some more pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9sNC1SYkYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H3PGTO147Z4/s1600-h/DSCF0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177746538907603330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9sNC1SYkYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H3PGTO147Z4/s320/DSCF0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walter really loves that car.  He can move it around real good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9sNDVSYkZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8Ar3UudxGjk/s1600-h/DSCF0223r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177746547497537938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9sNDVSYkZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8Ar3UudxGjk/s320/DSCF0223r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are they are in their Halloween constumes.  I love the look on Walter's face.  Walter really loves his brother, he really thinks his brother is so hilarious and copies everything Jackson does.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9sNDlSYkaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V6xFaVSbU-c/s1600-h/DSCF0229r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177746551792505250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9sNDlSYkaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V6xFaVSbU-c/s320/DSCF0229r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walter loves the camera.  He smiles for anything you hold up to your face that even slightly resembles a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9sNEFSYkbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Q-OpyWfA4W0/s1600-h/DSCF0244s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177746560382439858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9sNEFSYkbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Q-OpyWfA4W0/s320/DSCF0244s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson watching the horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-9220561624863594053?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/9220561624863594053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=9220561624863594053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/9220561624863594053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/9220561624863594053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2008/03/few-at-time.html' title='A few at a time.'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9sNC1SYkYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H3PGTO147Z4/s72-c/DSCF0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-4263407582291498380</id><published>2008-03-06T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:47:24.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past little while...</title><content type='html'>I told you I wasn't going to be very good at blogging. I have time tonight after work waiting for Lindsay to come pick me up because my car is getting worked on. We are going to go see our house that we have been fixing up forever. It is getting sheetrock this week. FYI-The Celtics clinched the playoffs last night after beating the Pistons. Now for the pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CMgese0oI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mNxnmf69cG8/s1600-h/bw+cowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174790461472035458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CMgese0oI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mNxnmf69cG8/s320/bw+cowboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Jackson wearing his halloween costume riding horses at his Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Steele's house this past November. Jackson has always loved horses/cowboys/rodeo. I think his first words were "leather chaps".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CMg-se0pI/AAAAAAAAACA/R-e-dZStFBE/s1600-h/DSCF0406s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174790470061970066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CMg-se0pI/AAAAAAAAACA/R-e-dZStFBE/s320/DSCF0406s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson and Walter this fall. Lindsay is really good at finding cute matching outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CMhOse0qI/AAAAAAAAACI/LE98-6ezmfY/s1600-h/DSCF0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174790474356937378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CMhOse0qI/AAAAAAAAACI/LE98-6ezmfY/s320/DSCF0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson getting gas for Walter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CMhese0rI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SJvknz-lNiM/s1600-h/DSCF0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174790478651904690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CMhese0rI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SJvknz-lNiM/s320/DSCF0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson wanted his picture taken with his cowboy hat, "cowboy shirt", and Flicka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CMh-se0sI/AAAAAAAAACY/Xr84RT3OLRE/s1600-h/DSCF0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174790487241839298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CMh-se0sI/AAAAAAAAACY/Xr84RT3OLRE/s320/DSCF0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson filling up the car for Walter.  Walter loves driving the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CPwese0yI/AAAAAAAAADI/_4hR8oTlIj4/s1600-h/DSCF0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CPxOse0zI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VkZbgiSuNBs/s1600-h/DSCF0223r.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CPxuse00I/AAAAAAAAADY/EQDhG45Vxb0/s1600-h/DSCF0229r.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CPx-se01I/AAAAAAAAADg/qWDEpua7xY0/s1600-h/DSCF0230r.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CPyese02I/AAAAAAAAADo/05jQjEjMaE0/s1600-h/DSCF0244s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CPwese0yI/AAAAAAAAADI/_4hR8oTlIj4/s1600-h/DSCF0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CPxOse0zI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VkZbgiSuNBs/s1600-h/DSCF0223r.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CPxuse00I/AAAAAAAAADY/EQDhG45Vxb0/s1600-h/DSCF0229r.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CPx-se01I/AAAAAAAAADg/qWDEpua7xY0/s1600-h/DSCF0230r.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CPyese02I/AAAAAAAAADo/05jQjEjMaE0/s1600-h/DSCF0244s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gotta run.  I'll post more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-4263407582291498380?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/4263407582291498380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=4263407582291498380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/4263407582291498380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/4263407582291498380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2008/03/past-little-while.html' title='The past little while...'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/R9CMgese0oI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mNxnmf69cG8/s72-c/bw+cowboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-5293600345959682730</id><published>2008-01-11T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T11:18:08.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Blog Page Man!!!</title><content type='html'>Tell your friends to come see our blog.  I thought this template would be really swett, but mostly stinkin hilarious to have on our blog......for about a day.  Lindsay would kill me if she saw this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-5293600345959682730?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/5293600345959682730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=5293600345959682730&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/5293600345959682730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/5293600345959682730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2008/01/awesome-blog-page-man.html' title='Awesome Blog Page Man!!!'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-1887733569822267333</id><published>2007-12-12T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:32:41.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some, but still more to come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few pictures that we took this past week. We got a new camera so we don't have to carry Lindsay's big one around, because we never ended up taking pictures regularly. I promise we do take some of Walter, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R1_8W75qohI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g1GrQMEePos/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143106770447278610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R1_8W75qohI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g1GrQMEePos/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson doing a big cheesy smile at Grandma and Grandpa Steele's on Sunday, in front of their Christmas forest. The sweater is the one Grandma Janet made him for his Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R1_8cr5qoiI/AAAAAAAAABA/SLR1z863jsY/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143106869231526434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R1_8cr5qoiI/AAAAAAAAABA/SLR1z863jsY/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riding Butterscotch at Grandma Steele's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R1_8db5qojI/AAAAAAAAABI/-lIVo2bP7yg/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143106882116428338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R1_8db5qojI/AAAAAAAAABI/-lIVo2bP7yg/s320/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He should be by completely by now, but he's only #2 potty trained so far. He gets treats for going potty. Lindsay was giving him M&amp;amp;M's last week, and got some for herself. He likes to divide them up by colors. While he was doing that Lindsay ate a few and he said "Wait, I want to play with them some more." Jackson has always loved horses and cowboys. Lindsay found this vest and Cowboy shirt at a used store for a quarter. The back of the vest has a horse head ink. Lindsay's little sister pointed that out to Jackson just after he got and he said, "I know. It's branded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R1_6YL5qogI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GmzaxFWIjm8/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143104592898859522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="374" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R1_6YL5qogI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GmzaxFWIjm8/s400/DSC00031.JPG" width="592" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to make this one large so you could see what the water did to the middle finger on his left hand. It's huge and a triangle. We do know how to turn the red eye off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R1_5rr5qofI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oSz_DUir42Q/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143103828394680818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/R1_5rr5qofI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oSz_DUir42Q/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson swimming at the YMCA. He loves going down the big slide. &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/991703889896617474-1887733569822267333?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/1887733569822267333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=1887733569822267333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/1887733569822267333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/1887733569822267333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-but-still-more-to-come.html' title='Some, but still more to come...'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/R1_8W75qohI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g1GrQMEePos/s72-c/DSC00045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-1022673453867202981</id><published>2007-11-28T06:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T06:40:25.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not yet...</title><content type='html'>No pictures yet, I just have to put what Jackson said last night.  We went outside after it had snowed a little last night and when he saw the snow, Jackson said, "Yeah!  It's wintertime!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-1022673453867202981?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/1022673453867202981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=1022673453867202981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/1022673453867202981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/1022673453867202981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-yet.html' title='Not yet...'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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-991703889896617474.post-4880152542771579480</id><published>2007-11-20T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:15:15.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>This isn't the pictures I'll be posting this week and Kelly, I haven't forgotten I've been tagged, but becuase I waited so long, my sister Jessica has already been ttagged so I have to find someone to replace her (Not that anyone could replace you Jess :) This one is just because. We are behind Utah, but getting our first snow of the winter as I speak. Coming down pretty good, about 1/2 inch so far. But as usual, will probably be gone by lunch.&lt;br /&gt;It is fun seeing Jackson figuring things out. Last week Lindsay was taking him to story time at the library and Jackson excitedly said, "Hey, there's the church. There's the library. I didin't know they were right next to each other!" Also last week, Lindsay got another request from Jackson to draw a horse, this time with him as the cowboy on it. So Lindsay started to draw him. His two calic in front give him sort of a widows peak, he also needs a hair cut so Lindsay was drawing his hair hanging over his ears and at that point Jackson said, "That's a monkey? That's Curious George riding a horse." He is pretty funny. Takes after his dad I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I also forgot this story from about two weeks ago. My brother in law, Caleb, and I were goign to albertsons one friday night. A car had pulled in just ahead of us and started walking to the store. As we got out and started walking toward the store, my eye's could not believe what they were seeing. To Caleb's surprise I took off in a mad dash across the parking lot, went flying past the young couple barely beating them to the Redbox next to the store entrance. I turned around and let out not a very good laugh and said just kidding, but they weren't laughing and said go ahead we don't know what we are getting. I said are you sure, okay.  Thanks.  It didn't turn out exactly how I planned, but still a rather SWETT move.  I don't know what Caleb was embarrassed about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-4880152542771579480?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/4880152542771579480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=4880152542771579480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/4880152542771579480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/4880152542771579480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-3508384159480893573</id><published>2007-11-13T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:32:07.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>A lot of people don't like being in cubicles at work.  I love it.  I get to be in everyones business and make comments all day long.  There are 6 others that I am close enough to to hear over their cubicles.  i had to tell this one that just happened like two minutes ago because it was really funny.  Most of the time I don't get the whole story and this is one of those times.  I heard a lady say, "I just can't seem to regulate myself." (she was probably talking about temperature as that is a common complaint in the office), but I yell out, "Try oatmeal Regie!"  That's funny.  I just had an epiphany, the reason most people hate being in a cubicle is probably because there are people like me that love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-3508384159480893573?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/3508384159480893573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=3508384159480893573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/3508384159480893573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/3508384159480893573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2007/11/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-8819534092858242243</id><published>2007-11-12T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:22:10.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitters</title><content type='html'>Lindsay and I were staying at her step brothers house this weekend while they were out of town. The boys had a hard time sleeping there. Everybody went to sleep okay Saturday night. By the time Sunday morning rolled around, Walter and I were in one room and Jackson and Lindsay in another. I had both the boys by about 8:00 and we let Lindsay sleep since she had Walter most of the night. Walter and I were already awake when Jackson got out of bed. When Jackson came out he had a big smile on and said, "Baby Walter, you're awake! I'm so proud of you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their house was stocked with Capri Suns and Organic Chocolate milk, and Kirkland weightloss shakes. Jackson probably had about 2 gallons combined over the weekend. We just let him keep drinking them because his tongue was really hurting him. It's all white and has red sores on the tip. He hasn't been able to eat anything since Thursday. Everything he eats makes him about cry and he spits it out. He kept trying and was really hoping those chocolate chip cookies would quit hurting his tongue. Hopefully the doctor will be able to tell us something today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-8819534092858242243?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/8819534092858242243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=8819534092858242243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/8819534092858242243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/8819534092858242243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2007/11/babysitters.html' title='Babysitters'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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-991703889896617474.post-2404256216429982</id><published>2007-11-06T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T07:24:01.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day after the Bash</title><content type='html'>Nov. 5, 2007&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to post the things that Jackson says so they can get archived, instead of doing it on the side. We haven't been keeping track of them regularly anywhere else. If I can do it on the side and have it archived, let me know...When I got home from work last night (nov. 5) Lindsay told me that Jackson had a great time playing with his new cowboy bucking it on the couch ( I wish you could see him) and he said, "Can I have another Birthday?" She must have explained things to him because later in the night he asked me, "Can I have another birthday next year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I have to tell even though it hasn't happened for a week or so.  Jackson is such a sweet boy.  He often is awake before I leave for work.  When I am gathering my stuff and heading out the door Jackson runs into the kitchen opens the cupboard and comes running out with one in his hand, "Daddy, I forgot to give you a gobarn! (Granola bar)"  Sometimes gobarn is replaced yogurt.  I miss that now that I try to get to the gym before work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-2404256216429982?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/2404256216429982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=2404256216429982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/2404256216429982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/2404256216429982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-after-bash.html' title='The Day after the Bash'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-991703889896617474.post-4508347014228720324</id><published>2007-11-02T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:03:56.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real quick</title><content type='html'>I just came into work early today to just get something set up real quick, or I will never get it done. These are two pictures I have on my computer at work, but they are old. I gotta run, but should probably tell you that I don't think I'm going to be very good at this so just in case...Hope you all have a Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both pictures are from February March when Walter was a few days or weeks old. The first one I love and Lindsay of course took it. I think Walter was just a week old or so here. It is a little tougher getting a picture of two. Jackson still wasn't quite sure what to think about a baby brother and I definitely needed to give him a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Rys2IkwuhYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ETEO-O3NGUo/s1600-h/DSCF6683+email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128252121626346882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Rys2IkwuhYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ETEO-O3NGUo/s320/DSCF6683+email.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128249767984268658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Rysz_kwuhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IfRKJMDhSdI/s320/DSCF6639+email.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Rys2IkwuhYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ETEO-O3NGUo/s1600-h/DSCF6683+email.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Rys2IkwuhYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ETEO-O3NGUo/s1600-h/DSCF6683+email.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkYLa9EDegI/Rys2IkwuhYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ETEO-O3NGUo/s1600-h/DSCF6683+email.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/991703889896617474-4508347014228720324?l=jlhendricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/feeds/4508347014228720324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=991703889896617474&amp;postID=4508347014228720324&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/4508347014228720324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/991703889896617474/posts/default/4508347014228720324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhendricks.blogspot.com/2007/11/real-quick.html' title='Real quick'/><author><name>The Hendricks ID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578727856774394307</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/_IkYLa9EDegI/Rys2IkwuhYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ETEO-O3NGUo/s72-c/DSCF6683+email.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
