<?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-4274017866704168575</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:42:21.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graham Laughs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-6628710895165338341</id><published>2012-01-10T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:53:49.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie and the Beast</title><content type='html'>My favorite Disney movie from growing up was most definitely Beauty and the Beast.  I loved the music and the characters and wanted to be just like Bell.  They are re-releasing it in the theaters in 3-D and I am tempted to take the boys, or just go by myself =).  We saw a trailer for it on the tv and Jackson says, "Look, it's Cutie and the Beast!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sounded just like his dad when he said that.  I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-6628710895165338341?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6628710895165338341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2012/01/cutie-and-beast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/6628710895165338341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/6628710895165338341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2012/01/cutie-and-beast.html' title='Cutie and the Beast'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-5014027888203997562</id><published>2011-12-02T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:25:31.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Names</title><content type='html'>A while ago, the boys randomly decided they wanted to go by some new names.  Jackson chose Felito for his name and Baron decided he wanted to go by his middle name, James.  I have NO idea where Jackson came up with Felito, but it is pretty hilarious.  He soon got everyone on board and would even introduce himself at soccer class as Felito.  Baron even calls him Felito most of the time.  I love it.  They are seriously such goof balls most of the time and just so.much. fun!  Love those two.  Today, Baron was yelling down the hall for Jackson, but wasn't getting any response.  Then I heard him yell at the top of his lungs this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jackson Felito Graham!! Get in here, right now!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never dull with two little boys in it.  I hope they never grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-5014027888203997562?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5014027888203997562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-names.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/5014027888203997562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/5014027888203997562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-names.html' title='New Names'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-7840982653121885082</id><published>2011-11-03T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:38:36.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Kat</title><content type='html'>Best quote from Halloween:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Lady from church:  "Baron, would you like a Reese's or a Kit Kat?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baron: "A Kitty Kat please!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today he told me, "Mom, I love Kitty Kats! They're my favorite candy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-7840982653121885082?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7840982653121885082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/11/kitty-kat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/7840982653121885082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/7840982653121885082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/11/kitty-kat.html' title='Kitty Kat'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-4011443491093496578</id><published>2011-10-02T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:32:45.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bones</title><content type='html'>The boys have become obsessed with skeletons and bones and pretty much all things "spooky" due to the Halloween season (yay! Love this holiday!)  The other day in the car the were having an argument over skeletons.  This is what I heard:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baron:  "Skeletons live outside."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson:  "No, Bear. Skeletons are in your body.  I'm serious.  The are inside your skin!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baron:  "Ahh! That's disgusting!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baron says that word (disgusting) all the time.  Name that movie where that word is quoted and made fun of.......  got it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie is Hitch :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-4011443491093496578?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4011443491093496578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/10/bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/4011443491093496578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/4011443491093496578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/10/bones.html' title='Bones'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-2817512020784753125</id><published>2011-10-02T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:25:35.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitamins</title><content type='html'>Jackson and Baron LOVE taking their gummy vitamins everyday (you know, the ones that are just like gummy bears?)  The other day we were at Baskin Robins getting some ice cream with the Jensens in celebration of their Jack's 5th birthday.  In between the many flavors of ice cream they had some candy toppings, one of which was gummy bears.  Baron saw these and said, "Mom! They even have vitamins here!"   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson and Baron love candy, and of course absolutely love ice cream.  They are most definitely mine and John's kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-2817512020784753125?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2817512020784753125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/10/vitamins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/2817512020784753125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/2817512020784753125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/10/vitamins.html' title='Vitamins'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-2767876632118242106</id><published>2011-09-12T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:10:03.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I was born...</title><content type='html'>Tonight in the car on the way home the boys and I were talking about how they grew in my belly and then were born, but not at the same time.  They had been arguing over who came first.  After talking about it for a while, Baron says, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, before I growed in your tummy and was borned....  Did you miss me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my boys.  I cannot even begin to express my gratitude and joy for having them in my life.  They are truly gifts from Heavenly Father and I feel so blessed to be able to be their mother and get to spend every day learning and growing with them.  It is the greatest job ever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes.....  I missed him =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-2767876632118242106?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2767876632118242106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/09/before-i-was-born.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/2767876632118242106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/2767876632118242106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/09/before-i-was-born.html' title='Before I was born...'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-7670408705023692475</id><published>2011-08-19T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T08:05:04.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fast Sunday in our religion is the first Sunday of the month that is set aside for the members to fast (go without food for 24 hrs) for a purpose/need. We also, after taking the sacrament at church that Sunday, do not have any talks/sermons. Instead, the members have the opportunity to bear their testimony to the congregation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a conversation that happened last Sunday as we were getting ready for church:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson to John: "Dad, is today Fast Sunday?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John: "Nope, today is not Fast Sunday. That was last week."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: "Oh.... so today is just a slow sunday?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love that kid :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-7670408705023692475?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7670408705023692475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/08/fast-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/7670408705023692475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/7670408705023692475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/08/fast-sunday.html' title='Fast Sunday'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-6626797315463688175</id><published>2011-06-10T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T10:06:45.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were you born?</title><content type='html'>With a 4 and 2 year old, dinner conversations are almost always hilarious.  This was part of our conversation last night:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: "Where was I born?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy: "In a hospital in Eugene"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy: "It was the same place Daddy and Grandpa were born too!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: "Where were you born Mommy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy: "In a hospital in California, the same one Grammie was born in!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: "Where was Baron born?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baron:  "I was born at Costco!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is true you can buy just about everything there! I wonder if he really thinks we went to Costco and picked him out =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-6626797315463688175?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6626797315463688175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/06/where-were-you-born.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/6626797315463688175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/6626797315463688175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/06/where-were-you-born.html' title='Where were you born?'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-3810432534038689499</id><published>2011-04-30T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T20:10:50.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jackson and Baron were arguing in the car the other day non stop over the same thing.  I don't even know what it was, but it was one of those "It's blue" "No its red" "No blue!" "No RED!" "BLUE!" "RED!!"   type of arguments.  The argument was going back and forth just like then, when finally, Baron, (the 2 year old) gave a long, frustrated sigh and says, "I'm done with you Jackson."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was laughing so hard in the front seat.  I am pretty sure I have said that a time or two during a toddler tantrum/power struggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-3810432534038689499?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3810432534038689499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/04/jackson-and-baron-were-arguing-in-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/3810432534038689499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/3810432534038689499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/04/jackson-and-baron-were-arguing-in-car.html' title=''/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-8658996139680347022</id><published>2011-04-30T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:58:52.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide-and-go-Seek</title><content type='html'>Colby came to visit us during his spring break! The boys had SO much fun with him! They wrestled, built forts together, had tickle fights and all kinds of boy fun.  One of their favorite things they did together at our place was playing Hide-and-go-seek.  They had so much fun playing.  My favorite was Baron.... he is so darn cute.  When it was Colby's turn to count, Baron would say to him,  "Ok, I'm going to go hide in the closet."  and then when looking for him, all you had to do was say, "Baron, where are you?" and he would yell back, "I'm in here!"  He's not so good at hiding yet :) .  Someday he will learn not to give his hiding spot away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-8658996139680347022?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8658996139680347022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/04/hide-and-go-seek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/8658996139680347022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/8658996139680347022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/04/hide-and-go-seek.html' title='Hide-and-go-Seek'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-2256099349814659581</id><published>2011-02-26T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T14:19:20.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm There For You Man</title><content type='html'>On Monday of this past week it was actually sunny, with no rain in the forecast and a high of around 53.  I know that sounds cold to most people, but since the rest of the week's temperatures were suppose to be in the 30's with some snow showers thrown in there, we were pretty excited.  We have been couped up inside way too often lately from weather and my work. So, Monday morning I got my work all done in the AM so we could head out to a park and enjoy the chilly sunshine later in the day.  I am so glad we got out!  The boys had a GREAT time.  We went to Magnolia Park- definitely one of our favorites.  It has little short slides for the little guys, medium slides for the slightly more daring child, and a huge tall slide for the adventurer.  There are also swings, spinny things, grass, other fun equipment that I have no idea what they are named, and it even has a water area for the summer time.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson has always been my more cautious child.  Baron- he's always been one to throw caution to the wind.  Jackson really wanted to go down the big huge tall slide (as he calls it).  It took him a few moments at the top to take some deep breaths and give the whole, "It's a little scary" evaluation to me as I stood at the bottom giving him my encouragement.  But he finally just went for it... and of course loved it.  His "scared out of my pants" face quickly turned into a huge grin which resulted in a desire to go down it over and over again for the next 30 minutes straight.  I should add in that Jackson actually has been down that slide plenty before.  But when you live in Oregon and have to therefore go months in between park visits, it's quite easy to forget where you left off in your previous slide adventure levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after Jackson went down that first time,  I looked back up to the top, and there is Baby Bear, huge grin and all, sitting at the top, yelling for me to say, "On your mark, get set, go!"  I smiled, gave him the chant, and away he flew down the slide without a moments hesitation.  He also loved it and wanted to go again, over and over.  How can my children be so different??  I love it though- keeps me guessing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part however, was a little while later, after Baron decided to head over to the swings.  I was sitting there pushing him and look over to see Jackson ready for another trip down the slide.  I yelled out my obligatory, "On you mark, get set, go!" from across the playground (does anyone else's kids LOVE for you to say this for everything they do?  Mine are currently obsessed with races and competitions), and away Jackson flew down the slide once again.  Bear had been watching this too.  Upon Jackson hitting bark dust on his dismount, Bear yelled out in his cute, little brother voice, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good Job, Jackson!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which Jackson yelled back from across the playground, "Thanks Bear!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ended with Baron yelling, "Your Welcome!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love those two.  I love that they already encourage and support each other.... most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-2256099349814659581?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2256099349814659581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-there-for-you-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/2256099349814659581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/2256099349814659581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-there-for-you-man.html' title='I&apos;m There For You Man'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-3846389558298466409</id><published>2011-02-10T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:12:31.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Girls Allowed</title><content type='html'>The other day, while we were just sitting there eating lunch, Jackson randomly told me this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson:  "Mom, I just would like two more brothers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  "Oh yeah? What about a sister?  Would you like to have a sister or just brothers?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson:  "No, no sisters.  Just brothers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  "How come? Do you not like girls?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson:  "No, girls are just obnoxious!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have NO idea where he learned that from, but I think it's pretty funny!  I am sure the whole "girls have coodies" stage is not too far away.  It reminds me of that Bearstein Bears book, "No Girls Allowed".  Little does Jackson know that he really doen't have any say in whether or not he gets another brother or if we have a girl eventually someday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-3846389558298466409?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3846389558298466409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-girls-allowed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/3846389558298466409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/3846389558298466409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-girls-allowed.html' title='No Girls Allowed'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-1948955288389989987</id><published>2011-01-04T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:22:51.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superheroes</title><content type='html'>Jackson is on a HUGE superhero kick right now.  He hasn't even seen Batman, Superman, Iron Man, Spiderman, etc., yet he is totally enthralled by them all... must be one of those things that are just engrained into all little boys.  We just spent a very fun week out in Glide at Grandpa and Grandma's house over the Christmas break.  Jackson had asked for Iron Man from Santa.  He must have been a good boy because Santa delivered the perfect Iron Man toy complete with sound effects, lights and a shooting bullet.  He has slept with it just about every night since and is rarely seen without it.  He also made sure he told everyone he saw for a good week afterwards about what Santa brought him.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in Glide, I overheard this conversation coming from the kitchen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson, "Hey Grandma, do you know Iron Man?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma Sue, "Yeah I know Iron Man... do you like him?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson, "Yeah, he's pretty cool." "Do you know Batman?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma Sue, "Yeah,  I do. I like Batman too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson, "Yeah, he's pretty awesome too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all that said in a very big boy voice and attitude.  I love this kid.  He is a lot of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-1948955288389989987?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1948955288389989987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/01/superheroes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/1948955288389989987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/1948955288389989987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2011/01/superheroes.html' title='Superheroes'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-4029930358034824266</id><published>2010-12-07T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:20:03.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baron and Maggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We are coming to find that Baron is a pretty big animal lover.  He especially likes dogs, in particular Grandpa and Grandma Graham's dog, Maggie.  I will never forget last winter when he was just barely a year old and we were at the Graham's one night.  It was getting late and I had put Bear in his pj's and given him a bottle of milk to drink before bed (he was at that age where he just liked to walk around and feed himself with the bottle). The rest of us were hanging out watching a movie in the family room.  Next thing I know, I look over and see Maggie lying on the couch sleeping with Baron cuddled up next to her with one hand on the bottle in his mouth and the other hand reaching back petting and rubbing Maggie's head and ear.  He looked like he was about to fall asleep as well.  It was pretty darn cute.... a boy and his dog, his best friend, moment.  It actually made me consider (though just for a brief moment) of letting John finally get a dog.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the past year or so, whenever we are at the Graham's, Baron is always playing with Maggie.  Jackson says he likes Maggie, but gets freaked out if Maggie gets too close or tries to lick him.  When Maggie licks Baron, however, he just giggles and says, "oh, Maggie!"  He is always trying to ride on her, likes to cover her with his own beloved blanky, sits in her cage/bed all the time and is always always trying to feed her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the Thanksgiving weekend break, while in Glide, Baron was trying, unsuccessfully to reach something on the kitchen counter.  Grandma Sue noticed and asked what he needed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which he replied, "umm.... Maggie wants some chocolate." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had been eating some chocolate kisses that were on the counter and he was very concerned that Maggie wasn't getting any.  He had just previously fed her some of his popcorn that we were all eating.  He sure loves that dog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-4029930358034824266?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4029930358034824266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/12/baron-and-maggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/4029930358034824266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/4029930358034824266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/12/baron-and-maggie.html' title='Baron and Maggie'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-7810673815708753449</id><published>2010-10-30T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T15:39:52.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Potato Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__B5Fz63f2dA/TMyedZgJi-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/AzTNQX1Bljk/s1600/IMG_3819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__B5Fz63f2dA/TMyedZgJi-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/AzTNQX1Bljk/s400/IMG_3819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533972270030621666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baron loves to try to put the Mr. Potato head pieces (or Tato Head as Jackson calls it) on himself.  Sometimes I catch him trying to put the arms into his ears.  He loves these little green glasses.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-7810673815708753449?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7810673815708753449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/10/mr-potato-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/7810673815708753449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/7810673815708753449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/10/mr-potato-head.html' title='Mr. Potato Head'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__B5Fz63f2dA/TMyedZgJi-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/AzTNQX1Bljk/s72-c/IMG_3819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-2527753415023049463</id><published>2010-09-01T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:08:26.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New TV</title><content type='html'>We have been thinking and looking into buying a new TV before College Football Season starts this next weekend.  I am about to smash our current one in with a bat.... it's been having all kinds of problems and is so darn heavy and big- the whole thing, not the screen.  We spent a few hours at Best Buy the other night checking out some new TV's and Jackson is totally sold on it.  This is what he said today in his lunch prayer:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bless Daddy to come home in safety and bless that he can come home with a new big TV so we can watch some football...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-2527753415023049463?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2527753415023049463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-tv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/2527753415023049463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/2527753415023049463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-tv.html' title='New TV'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-6707504439936992459</id><published>2010-08-31T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T17:28:37.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless You!</title><content type='html'>Baby Bear is a very polite little 1 year old.  It makes me proud.  He is a really good talker too for his age.  The other day we were in the car and I sneezed and he said, "Bless you, Stephamie!"  haha.  I think it's so funny that he can even say my name and that he remembers it.  Most of the time he calls me mommy, but every now and then he will greet me with a, "Hi Stephamie!"  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is also pretty polite when you ask him if he wants something or give him something.  He almost always says thank you on his own without needing any reminders, and my favorite is when you ask if he wants something and he says, "No thank you!"  I love it!  Makes a mother proud to see her hard work actually getting through to the little guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-6707504439936992459?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6707504439936992459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/08/bless-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/6707504439936992459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/6707504439936992459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/08/bless-you.html' title='Bless You!'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-962458315889398165</id><published>2010-07-28T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:07:27.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawbies</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to make sure that in the future I never forget Baron's cute way of calling every red kind of berry a strawbie.  He LOVES all fruit.  Watermelon especially, and of course, strawberries.  He will come up to me and ask in his cute little voice for some strawbies first thing in the morning.  It is so darn cute.  I will mourn the day he stops calling them that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-962458315889398165?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/962458315889398165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/07/strawbies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/962458315889398165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/962458315889398165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/07/strawbies.html' title='Strawbies'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-5808281715124836576</id><published>2010-07-28T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:59:09.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Yogurt Junkies</title><content type='html'>If you know my mom, you know she is OBSESSED with frozen yogurt.  She will even go as far as claiming it is actually good for you and can be used in some instances to cure certain medical problems.  So, naturally, I also have a great love for frozen yogurt.  The only problem is that there are not really any frozen yogurt stores in Oregon.... until now that is.  We discovered a month or so ago a brand new place called Peach Wave not too far from our place! It's one just like those Yogurtland places... lots of different flavors and toppings, you fill up your own cup and pay by the ounce.  I LOVE it! They always have amazing flavors, and tons of fresh berries of course since it is berry season and we live in Oregon, to put on top.  We have been like 7 times already... no joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, we were out running some errands.  After getting back after a bunch of stops I asked the boys if we should go home and eat some lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson replied, "ummm.... I think we should go get some frozen yogurt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammie would be proud  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-5808281715124836576?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5808281715124836576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/07/frozen-yogurt-junkies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/5808281715124836576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/5808281715124836576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/07/frozen-yogurt-junkies.html' title='Frozen Yogurt Junkies'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-4558401699985153181</id><published>2010-07-28T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:40:46.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I have a headache"</title><content type='html'>Every now and then I get a really bad headache that just will not go away.  A trick my mom taught me for these special kind of headaches was to drink a caffeinated drink along with 4 advil.  I therefore will buy a soda every now and then when that special headache comes on.  Jackson always asks me if he can have some of my "juice" as he calls it.  But I always tell him sorry, but no, because it is a special drink just for mommy because she has a really bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or so ago, I had John stop at the store on the way home so I could run in and get a cherry pepsi.  John of course didn't want to be left out and asked for a vanilla coke.  When I got back into the truck with 2 sodas, one for me and the other for John, Jackson asked, "Where's my drink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I replied, "Sorry bud, I didn't get you one because you don't need any soda.  It's not good for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's response, "But I just have a headache too, so I need some of that kind of juice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is getting too smart for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-4558401699985153181?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4558401699985153181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-headache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/4558401699985153181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/4558401699985153181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-headache.html' title='&quot;I have a headache&quot;'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-7121499006897877171</id><published>2010-07-28T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:30:41.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Church</title><content type='html'>It took Jackson about 4 months to like nursery and to go without crying.  It took Baron about one time of 30 second crying before he realized the fun that nursery is.  It also helps that they give good snacks... as soon as he learned that, he was totally into it.  This past Monday, after a great day at church the day before, he said to me while we were eating breakfast,  "Mommy, wanna go church!"  So I asked him, "You want to go back to nursery, huh?".  To which he replied, "Uh-huh!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-7121499006897877171?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7121499006897877171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-love-of-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/7121499006897877171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/7121499006897877171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-love-of-church.html' title='For the Love of Church'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-6849387000334958993</id><published>2010-06-03T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:56:29.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dat Funny!</title><content type='html'>Baron is hilarious.  At 18 months he already has a really good sense of humor and really always had.  In his baby blessings John gave him when he was just 3 months old, he was told he would always have strong character. We have definitely already seen some of that!  We are excited to have him around for the next 18 years to keep us laughing and smiling.   My favorite thing that he does right now is, he will say to me, "Watch".  Then he will do something that he thinks is just hilarious (make a funny face, make a fart noise, do a crazy jump onto the bed, drop something, etc. etc.).  Immediately following whatever he does, he laughs and says, "hahaha. Dat Funny!"  Always gets me laughing along every time just hearing him say that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-6849387000334958993?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6849387000334958993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/06/dat-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/6849387000334958993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/6849387000334958993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/06/dat-funny.html' title='Dat Funny!'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-196725880457302602</id><published>2010-05-31T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:54:16.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zurbie??</title><content type='html'>If you tell Jackson to say Frisbee, he will say it correctly.  For some reason though, when he brings it up, he calls it Zurbie.  No idea why, but I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, John was saying at the dinner table that he wanted to go play Frisbee Golf in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's response was, "You're going to go play Zurbie Golf, Daddy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he calls it Zurbie for a while still even though he knows how to say it correctly because I LOVE it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-196725880457302602?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/196725880457302602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/zurbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/196725880457302602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/196725880457302602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/zurbie.html' title='Zurbie??'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-8858261927741557909</id><published>2010-05-04T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T11:18:23.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bear Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__B5Fz63f2dA/S-Bj-Y1lZCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CB48ITRXzUU/s1600/IMG_2451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__B5Fz63f2dA/S-Bj-Y1lZCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CB48ITRXzUU/s400/IMG_2451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467479871098020898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these posts are about things Jackson says and does.  That is because Baron is still only 17 months old and therefore saying 1 or 2 word sentences to communicate.  BUT, that does not mean he is not just as funny! His humor is a lot easier these days to capture in pictures.   Pictures like these:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__B5Fz63f2dA/S-BiLynT4PI/AAAAAAAAAD0/F6Y8A49zFEU/s400/IMG_2665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467477902332518642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that is Maggie's crate (The Grahams dog). He kept climbing in it the whole time we were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__B5Fz63f2dA/S-BiY2pZM8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/l1isGeRFsI0/s400/IMG_2667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467478126753297346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__B5Fz63f2dA/S-Biu2WZbMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EuLxsbve7gU/s400/IMG_2462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467478504630742210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, those are pj shorts over pj pants... he has this new thing of wanting to wear a certain thing, matching or not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__B5Fz63f2dA/S-BjzL0_3wI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZVHqVmslRRU/s400/IMG_2465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467479678627340034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4274017866704168575-8858261927741557909?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8858261927741557909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-bear-humor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/8858261927741557909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/8858261927741557909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-bear-humor.html' title='Baby Bear Humor'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__B5Fz63f2dA/S-Bj-Y1lZCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CB48ITRXzUU/s72-c/IMG_2451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-9012712809360656649</id><published>2010-05-04T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:59:18.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Your Horses</title><content type='html'>I was getting ready for the day and Jackson was sitting on my bed bouncing up and down.   He then started yelling, "Mommy!! I need some milk! Can I have some milk??! Please! Please!!!!"  He was very energetic for 7 in the morning.  I turned to him and all I had to say was, "Jackson..." and before I could say anything more about calming down and being patient, he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, I know.  I just need to hold my horses." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... did anyone else's parents/family use that phrase?  Mine did and I apparently have used it with my own kids quite a bit already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-9012712809360656649?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/9012712809360656649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/hold-your-horses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/9012712809360656649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/9012712809360656649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/hold-your-horses.html' title='Hold Your Horses'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-1260012243368605046</id><published>2010-04-28T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:56:43.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John the Baptist</title><content type='html'>While reading the Book of Mormon together a few nights ago, we came across a verse in 1 Nephi that was talking about the prophet that would come before Christ and prepare the way and baptize Christ.  We then had a further family discussion about how that man was named John the Baptist and we showed Jackson the picture of him baptizing Jesus.  Then we tried to explain to Jackson that when he turns eight, Daddy will get to baptize him too just like Jesus was baptized.  He was really into it and is really starting to understand more gospel topics which is really fun as a parent when you feel like finally some things are getting through to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the next morning, while eating breakfast, Jackson picks up the picture (John the Baptist baptizing Jesus) that was still lying on the table and says, "Look Mom.  When I grow up I am going to be 8 and then I will be Jesus and Daddy will be this guy, John the Baptist." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He almost gets it.... though I'm not so sure he doesn't think we are talking about a play in which we each play the part of someone else!  We had a good talk after that about how he won't be Jesus, but he gets to be like him and be baptized like Jesus. And even though Daddy's name is indeed John too, he is our very own priesthood holder and can baptize, but is not quite a prophet  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this age of learning new things! It's a lot of fun! I am looking forward to more teaching moments to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-1260012243368605046?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1260012243368605046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/04/john-baptist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/1260012243368605046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/1260012243368605046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/04/john-baptist.html' title='John the Baptist'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-1717215655658722834</id><published>2010-04-27T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:06:20.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>Sunday afternoons are my favorite.  Everyone is happy and content to just relax and play around the house at home.  I really just love that we are all home with not too much to do.  This past Sunday, the boys were just running around and goofing off together, going from one room to another.  I was in the family room and they had last been seen running in between their room and ours.  Jackson comes walking alone into the family room and starts playing with some toys.  No Baron following behind him, which is unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hey Jackson.  Where's your brother?"&lt;br /&gt;Jackson:  "He's in a time-out in my bed."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Who put him in a time-out? And why is he in one?"&lt;br /&gt;Jackson: "I just put Baron James in a time-out because he needs to take a chill pill"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baron James and Jackson Jeffrey are what I sometimes say when they get caught or get in trouble).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk on over to the boys room and open the door and sure enough, there is Bear, sitting on Jackson's bed like he was in a time-out.  Once he saw me though, he got up with a smile that seemed to say, "Thanks for rescuing me!"  and ran out of the room to go play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson pays way to much attention to what we say and do lately.  He has become quite the little parrot/copy cat.  And when you teasingly call him a copy cat, he always says, "I'm not a cat! I'm just Jackson!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-1717215655658722834?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1717215655658722834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/1717215655658722834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/1717215655658722834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-out.html' title='Time Out'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-7253263452982613498</id><published>2010-03-04T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:44:17.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Eye</title><content type='html'>Jackson and Baron both currently have pink eye.... yuk. It has not been fun around here, especially since Baron also has double ear infections and Jackson has swimmer's ear from his swimming lessons.  No one has really gotten much sleep for the past few nights over here, so this morning I was not in the best mood.  Jackson as always though, had something funny to say that wiped away my bad mood almost instantly.  I am sure glad to have him around!  So this is what happened:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Hey Jackson, I need to put some drops in your eye.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Because you have Pink Eye and the drops will make it all better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: (runs off to the bathroom to look at his eye in the mirror, apparently)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson, yelling from the bathroom:  Mommy!! My eye's still green! I don't have pink eye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His eye color is greenish blue right now... just like his Daddy's.  I love them, and I sure love his little 3 year old monologue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-7253263452982613498?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7253263452982613498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/pink-eye.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/7253263452982613498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/7253263452982613498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/pink-eye.html' title='Pink Eye'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-6602063319833988714</id><published>2010-01-25T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:12:48.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You!</title><content type='html'>Baby Baron is now 13 months old.  Ever since we went down to CA to visit my family for Christmas last month, he has been saying new words like crazy! I think I counted that he learned just about 15 words over the 3 weeks we were gone.  One of the new things he says that I just love love love to hear him say is, " Lub You!" meaning "Love you!"  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, we had the kids all bathed with PJ's on and stories read, ready to put them down to bed.  We finished up the bedtime routine and said, ok, it's time for bed! So Baron, got up (we were all lying on Jackson's bed) and started saying, "Lub You!"  over and over while closing the door with us inside and him in the hallway.  He had the cutest little grin on his face too like he knew exactly how funny he was being by putting us to bed instead of the other way around.  John and I couldn't help but laugh and go tickle our little Bear.  He really has a good sense of humor that we get to see all the time.  I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-6602063319833988714?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6602063319833988714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/6602063319833988714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/6602063319833988714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-you.html' title='Love You!'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-6114456599093143619</id><published>2009-11-18T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:32:11.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Kid!!</title><content type='html'>This morning I was exhausted.  Baron decided to wake up at 1 in the morning and freak out and scream for an hour no matter what I did to try to console him.  We think that he has nightmares every now and then because he is totally out of it and wakes up really mad.  ANYWAYS, John is out of town at a training, so I've been left to handle the kids and the apartments all by myself all week.  This morning Jackson asked for his milk when he woke up.  I poured his milk for him and then the phone started ringing.  I handed the sippy cup to the closest kid without thinking and went to answer the phone.  While I was on the phone, the kids started arguing and fighting.  When I hung up the phone, I realized what was going on when I heard this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No Bear! That's the wrong kid!! That's my milk! Mommy?? That's the wrong kid!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently I had handed the milk to Baron and not Jackson without even noticing.  Baron was all excited to get it, but Jackson was not letting his milk get away from him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-6114456599093143619?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6114456599093143619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/wrong-kid.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/6114456599093143619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/6114456599093143619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/wrong-kid.html' title='Wrong Kid!!'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-2737044379159443903</id><published>2009-11-17T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:52:51.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncy Ball Woes</title><content type='html'>Jackson got a bouncy ball while trick or treating.  Today he discovered how to make it bounce off the kitchen floor and run after it.  He was doing that when I heard him say, "Oh no! Bouncy ball broken!"  Apparently rubber bouncy balls can break right down the middle.  The funny part is what he said next:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We should take the ball to the Dr. and fix it" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he needs a Dr. kit for his birthday because he is just so fascinated with Dr. stuff right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-2737044379159443903?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2737044379159443903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/bouncy-ball-woes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/2737044379159443903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/2737044379159443903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/bouncy-ball-woes.html' title='Bouncy Ball Woes'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-2175854069506603583</id><published>2009-11-12T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:04:21.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Juice</title><content type='html'>10/19ish/09?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to run a bunch of errands for the apartments and it was pouring rain all day in the city of Portland.  After one of our errands we decided to pick up some hot chocolate from the popular Dutch Bros stand to warm us back up.  Jackson calls his hot chocolate, "Chocolate Juice".  I was pretty excited about mine and took a sip like I always seem to do before it actually cools down enough to drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Ouch!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: "You ok Mommy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Yeah, Mommy just burnt her tongue on the chocolate juice.... we need to wait for it to cool          &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;down."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: "You need to go to the Dr., Mommy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "No, I don't need to go to the Dr."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: "You need a band-aid on your tongue?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "No, I think I'll be ok, but thanks Bud."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson" "Your welcome Mommy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how I wish everything could really be solved just by putting a band-aid on! To a 2 almost 3 year old, it does solve everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-2175854069506603583?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2175854069506603583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/chocolate-juice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/2175854069506603583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/2175854069506603583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/chocolate-juice.html' title='Chocolate Juice'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-8282639219361638150</id><published>2009-11-12T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:37:54.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't Given Up....</title><content type='html'>I know its been a long time since I have posted on here.... life has been SO busy for us.  But I decided that instead of waiting until I catch up on here with all the posts I have written in a journal, I will just post when something happens and is fresh.  So basically, there may be posts out of order and all over the place date wise, but it's better than not writing!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11/12/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seen:  Mommy and Daddy kissing in the kitchen after dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard: (from Jackson of course:)  "Hey!!! What are you guys doing?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also heard from Jackson: kissing noises as we continue kissing and ignore him- hey, it's been a long, stressful week and John's going out of town next week for a training :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-8282639219361638150?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8282639219361638150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/havent-given-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/8282639219361638150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/8282639219361638150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/havent-given-up.html' title='Haven&apos;t Given Up....'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-105544770331045024</id><published>2009-09-05T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:34:20.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7/7/09</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to Baby Bear babbling in his crib on the monitor.  When I went to get him, he was just lying on his back with both legs stuck through the crib bars, just talking happily away.  He didn't even mind that his chubby little legs were stuck.  I love it when he wakes up so happy in the mornings! If only we could all wake up like that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-105544770331045024?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/105544770331045024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/7709.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/105544770331045024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/105544770331045024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/7709.html' title='7/7/09'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-5652038952033396009</id><published>2009-09-05T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:38:48.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish splash I was taking a bath....</title><content type='html'>7/6/09&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Bear and Jackson love bath time every night.  All I have to do is turn on the water and they come running/crawling in as fast as possible and start trying to take their clothes off.  This day in July was the first time that Baron figured out how to splash like crazy in the bath.  Jackson thought that was awesome and so they started a huge splashing war, splashing each other and giggling like crazy.  It was pretty cute, but also made for a very wet bathroom and a very wet mommy.  After a while I said, "Ok, Ok, I think we're about done.  Bear, you ready to get out?"  To which Jackson replied, "No. He's still playing."  It was so cute that I couldn't help but let them splash around a little longer.  That's the perks I guess of having an older brother to be able to speak for you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-5652038952033396009?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5652038952033396009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/splish-splash-i-was-taking-bath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/5652038952033396009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/5652038952033396009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/splish-splash-i-was-taking-bath.html' title='Splish splash I was taking a bath....'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-2110796966272345199</id><published>2009-09-05T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:24:35.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Costco</title><content type='html'>Jackson absolutely loves going to Costco.  It may be the tasty samples or the big trash trucks they always seem to have in the toy section, or it may be because every time we go we always leave with some frozen yogurt and a churro, but now matter what it is he sure loves that place! A few months ago I asked, "Should we go to the grocery store?  Jacksons reply: "No, I wanna go Costco!"  And just yesterday when he woke up from his nap and I told him we were going to Costco, to which he replied "YAY!! Costco!! Wahoo!"  I have never seen such an enthusiastic response to anything else before! He is definitely my kid because I also love Costco!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-2110796966272345199?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2110796966272345199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-love-of-costco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/2110796966272345199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/2110796966272345199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-love-of-costco.html' title='For the Love of Costco'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-8519281189235885818</id><published>2009-09-05T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:17:12.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF JACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;6/16/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jackson absolutely loves playing with his BFF, Jack Jensen. They are only 2 months apart in age.   The other day I told Jackson I was taking him out to Jack's house to play and he got really excited.  When I was on the street right before the one The Jensen's live on and came up to the turn, Jackson yelled, "Turn turn turn turn!!"  And after I did turn onto the street that they lived on, he said, "Oh, nice turn mommy!"  He sure loves his buddy Jack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-8519281189235885818?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8519281189235885818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/bff-jack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/8519281189235885818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/8519281189235885818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/bff-jack.html' title='BFF JACK'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-4086313519365520693</id><published>2009-09-05T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:12:58.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full on Talker</title><content type='html'>It is a whole new adventure with Jackson now that he can really talk and say full on sentences.  It also makes for some funny things to hear.  My favorite is when he tries to talk like an adult to me.  Like when he leaves the room and says, "Be right back mommy, ok?"  Or in the car the other day when he said to me from his carseat in the backseat, "Look at you! Driving the car!" like it was my first time.  He continues to crack me up and surprise me with how darn smart he is getting! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-4086313519365520693?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4086313519365520693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/full-on-talker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/4086313519365520693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/4086313519365520693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/full-on-talker.html' title='Full on Talker'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-6731162470596291710</id><published>2009-09-05T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:09:02.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><content type='html'>This past month has been a busy whirlwind for us, but finally I am getting some time to play catch up and post a bunch of new stuff.  The reason for having some time happens to be that the kids decided 6am was a great time to get up on a Saturday morning, ugh, and poor John is working today due to busy season.  So I thought I would use this time to do some blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-6731162470596291710?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6731162470596291710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/playing-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/6731162470596291710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/6731162470596291710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-7591837763077534046</id><published>2009-08-15T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:18:30.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Victoria Secret Manikin</title><content type='html'>I am FINALLY getting a few minutes to sit down and blog! Wahoo.  Here are some posts I have been meaning to do!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't start writing things down until a few months after Baron was born, but since then I've tried hard to write things the day anything funny happens.   In the journal I just made some notes of things that I loved that Jackson would say when Baron was a newborn.  My favorites are when Baron would cry, Jackson would go up to him and say things like, "What's wrong kid??"  or "It's ok Baron".  He was very fascinated by his new brother and always wanted to help with diaper changes and burping him and things like that.  We were very lucky Jackson never got really jealous or acted out from having a new brother.  He is definitely going to be a great big brother! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JANUARY 30, 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family was able to come up for Baron's Baby Blessing, which we did in church Feb. 1st.  My parents and younger brother flew in Friday afternoon and we had A LOT of fun showing them a little around Portland and just having them here was a blast!  Friday night they took us out to eat at Red Robin, and then afterwards we walked around an outdoor mall that was close by, looking for a frozen yogurt store.  At one point, my mom was pushing Baron in his stroller and talking to John, and Jackson and I were walking behind them a short ways with my dad and younger brother who is only 12.   When we walked past the Victoria Secret store, I noticed that there was a manikin in the window wearing of course a very skimpy, lacy bra and underwear only.  It was one of those awkward moments where you usually just keep talking and walk by quickly.  BUT, good old 2 year old Jackson instead runs right up to the window, plants both hands on the glass, stares straight at it and says, "WHOA! LOOK AT THAT!"  After that we all started cracking up and couldn't stop laughing about it for the rest of the night! I could barely explain what happened to my mom and John because I was laughing so hard.  And of course you really had to be there to hear exactly how he said it, but it is something I will always laugh and smile about when I read this, and I know my brother and Dad will too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/4274017866704168575-7591837763077534046?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7591837763077534046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/victoria-secret-manikin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/7591837763077534046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/7591837763077534046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/victoria-secret-manikin.html' title='The Victoria Secret Manikin'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274017866704168575.post-1682888292920424966</id><published>2009-07-30T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:30:51.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!!</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to make a blog where I could write about all the funny things our kids do for a while now and I finally just sat down and started one! I am still in the process of adding entries that I have written down in just a simple journal over the past few months, so I will gradually add more until I am all up to date.  I am really excited to have this blog set up finally because I really think laughing together and remembering fun times together brings our family closer together and helps us get through hard times.  So we have mainly set this up for ourselves, but if you are visiting this blog we hope you enjoy it and share some laughs with us!  We would also love to hear any funny stories you may have as well... feel free to leave a comment about it... we can always use more laughs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274017866704168575-1682888292920424966?l=grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1682888292920424966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/1682888292920424966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274017866704168575/posts/default/1682888292920424966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grahamfamilyhumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome.html' title='Welcome!!'/><author><name>John, Steph, Jackson and Baron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00312491047911513647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5qHhaWPzUM/TZI9r5Ay7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GmAKAcI-dTo/s220/IMG_4401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
