tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85410427560964908152024-03-12T16:54:15.171-07:00jones familyThe Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-50337157794519938152009-03-22T10:11:00.000-07:002009-03-24T11:45:35.985-07:00Play Ball!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.baseball-practice-plans.com/baseballs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 850px; height: 565px;" src="http://www.baseball-practice-plans.com/baseballs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Gilen/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Gilen/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">The Lyon side of our family has always been huge baseball fans!<br />I can't tell you how many baseball and softball games Megan and I sat through growing up. Megan now gets to continue that tradition with watching her boys play but I'm sure that it is not quite as the adventure as when we were kids playing hide and seek at some Bakersfield baseball field. The reason for this whole "baseball" walk down memory lane is that my brother Tim just recently wrote a beautiful baseball tribute to my dad that I wanted to share. He captured our childhood growing up with a man who adored baseball and instilled with us a love for the Dodger Blue!<br /><br /></div>82 Personal Development • Volume 2, Number 2 • 2009<br /><br />“If you build it, he will come.” Seven small, but very powerful words to sons around<br />the world who have played catch with their fathers while growing up. The movie Field of Dreams captured this moment perfectly. ESPN columnist Bill Simmons was quoted as saying, “I’ve always thought there were two types of people: those who love Field<br />of Dreams, and those who have no soul.”<br /><br />Baseball, apple pie, and a father and son playing catch are about as American as it gets. I have no greater memory of my childhood than the times my dad and I played catch. We would throw for hours and hours. No words needed to be spoken.<br /><br />It was Sunday, April 15, 1989, and I remember it like it was yesterday. Three generations of the Lyon family together at Dodger Stadium. My dad wanted to make sure<br />he was there when my own son attended his first Dodgers game. Trevor was only eighteen months old and had no idea what was going on, but it was a great day for the three of us; my dad, my son, and me at Dodger Stadium, eating Dodger Dogs, and listening to Vin Scully on the radio as we watched the game. That was a day I will always remember.<br /><br />Vin Scully, the Hall of Fame broadcaster and “voice” of the Los Angeles Dodgers, was<br />something my dad and I always shared. My dad taught me to appreciate Vinny, as we called him. More storyteller than broadcaster, his voice is like no other.<br /><br />I got to spend a few days with my dad the summer he passed. He was bedridden in his<br />living room and couldn’t open his eyes those last few days, but each of those nights we were together we would listen to Vinny call the Dodger games. We sat together for three hours, a peaceful feeling in the room each night as Vinny told his stories. I remember one moment that summer when my dad asked me if I wanted to play catch. I just said, “Sure,” but knew, of course, it was just a dream—Parkinson’s was winning the battle. Five minutes later he wanted to know why we weren’t out playing catch. He asked me if I was afraid, if I thought I couldn’t handle his best stuff. As a tear rolled down my cheek, I told him that was exactly right. About an hour later he spoke again. He knew he was dying. “I am never going to play catch or swing a bat<br />again, am I?” he asked. I told him, “No Dad, probably not.” Three days later my dad left us.<br /><br />I remembered the night I won my first fast pitch softball world championship and I<br />called my dad. He was so proud. Musician Marc Cohn wrote: “How many roads<br />you’ve traveled, how many dreams you’ve chased, across sand and sky and gravel, looking for one safe place, will you make a smoother landing, when you break your<br />fall from grace, into the arms of understanding, looking for one safe place.”<br /><br />I will always remember the days we played catch for hours and hours; that was my one safe place. Playing catch is something dads and sons have always done, and I hope always will.<br /><br />Thanks Dad.<br />—Tim Lyon<br />Tim Lyon is the co-publisher of Personal Development.<br />Expressions A Safe Place<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-69148844917788704482009-03-20T15:01:00.000-07:002009-03-20T15:11:25.878-07:00Happy First Day of Spring!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJtjLUi09NLsf0sMkLC-kjdy9z3pW6VZhA4mF49-eT4RosuSF4_uw8w9pamfxxLCUXEvix9x_bq50IVz7tRMiVy96EqKgtgvmuyRBIULuLUXUaill9P0OOcZVanQ_aYoF-n7ByNM3PYfU/s1600-h/daffodil.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJtjLUi09NLsf0sMkLC-kjdy9z3pW6VZhA4mF49-eT4RosuSF4_uw8w9pamfxxLCUXEvix9x_bq50IVz7tRMiVy96EqKgtgvmuyRBIULuLUXUaill9P0OOcZVanQ_aYoF-n7ByNM3PYfU/s320/daffodil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315395763748018626" border="0" /></a><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I LOVE SPRING! </span><br />Ever since I was a little girl, I have always loved the first day of SPRING! Even as a teacher, each year my students and I would celebrate the first year of spring. So...just a reminder to everyone...enjoy this day!</span></div>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-61035321271985361842009-02-16T14:44:00.000-08:002009-02-16T17:52:23.216-08:00But I thought that I was your GIRLFRIEND!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDrmIg8bCL-CN3kSVSNrwl-l_-na9TAXIUlWj4AtIAMI2e4L_2ABcTv_WjRjrUv99bDK1fU1vz8ua_BsszY-F32B0FWpoMe4tZXjyxz6j7WH45Mv5VQpVemG1Y4UXDpboLEoZoi_hDMU/s1600-h/IMG_3549.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDrmIg8bCL-CN3kSVSNrwl-l_-na9TAXIUlWj4AtIAMI2e4L_2ABcTv_WjRjrUv99bDK1fU1vz8ua_BsszY-F32B0FWpoMe4tZXjyxz6j7WH45Mv5VQpVemG1Y4UXDpboLEoZoi_hDMU/s320/IMG_3549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303531461577280050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hudson has always been my lovey boy. He always wants to hug mommy and is quick to give me a hug. So imagine my surprise last week when he started talking about his new friend CJ. I assumed CJ was a new friend from preschool. Trying to figure out who this CJ was, I asked what HE looked like. Hudson replied that SHE has lots of "dots" on her face and super, super blonde hair. Oh, so CJ is a GIRL?! All weekend he has been talking about CJ. Well this morning I went upstairs and found that Hudson had created (all on his own) the initials C J made out of train tracks. I am conflicted about whether I should be proud that he knows the letters of the alphabet so well or saddened that he no longer considers mommy his girlfriend.<br /><br /></div>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-73263459049107667972009-02-12T10:39:00.000-08:002009-02-12T11:01:07.067-08:00Monet or Elmer's Glue?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheJvfaXLN-4l8tgiTkQd0IVAWuja1WnDk8lscwWyJmisAJ9THutg9VGEpoA_cAcqks4J_1Wvm3zPtPAHZuuI5A3OmjasNwkiFYJMJ2t_bLFYk_0JpGgUhTQShZRC-MvLpqvhqyIzbbolE/s1600-h/IMG_3517.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheJvfaXLN-4l8tgiTkQd0IVAWuja1WnDk8lscwWyJmisAJ9THutg9VGEpoA_cAcqks4J_1Wvm3zPtPAHZuuI5A3OmjasNwkiFYJMJ2t_bLFYk_0JpGgUhTQShZRC-MvLpqvhqyIzbbolE/s200/IMG_3517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301982655221780578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">OR...</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.guildcraftinc.com/images/products/full/262-204%20Elmers%204oz%20Glue.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 223px;" src="http://www.guildcraftinc.com/images/products/full/262-204%20Elmers%204oz%20Glue.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Gilen/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Gilen/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Are You Kidding ME?</span>...Delaney and I were at her horseback riding lessons, softly brushing Monet. I know better than to ever stand behind a horse, but unfortunately learned (the hard way)that you have to be careful standing to the side of the horse as well. We were brushing Monet, and apparently she didn't like my brushing techniques when all of a sudden she KICKED me SIDEWAYS! Square on my thigh! Oh My, that is a pain that I hope to never repeat. I have a full horse hoof print on my thigh. I was going to have Matt take a picture of it to post but then thought that you might not appreciate having a picture of my mangled thigh to look at. Needless to say, I will be much more alert around Monet from here on out!<br /><br />(delaney wanted me to add the disclaimer that of course I am joking about even implying that I would turn Monet into glue!)<br /></div>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-43806362835601399842009-02-10T10:29:00.000-08:002009-02-12T10:45:31.753-08:00Delaney and Monet<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Delaney has started taking horseback riding lessons. She has been having a great time and looks so darn cute riding her horse Monet. Delaney loves having her friends Hannah and Sophia taking the lessons too. (Although I think Meagan, Erin and I got a little more than we bargained for!)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNTtn17kIBWBwhJsKEdliGAmu6eRlPdMGIOGQ15y_VPlle8OSzpHPUxAoD5yFLNwjrIOBw9sOZUZdCcGQeKnSfbOjX9k9ahNFLHI6tC634E7x55SQQ3yqap1TMqAyB5-qzSeLhqXTD8l0/s1600-h/IMG_3514.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNTtn17kIBWBwhJsKEdliGAmu6eRlPdMGIOGQ15y_VPlle8OSzpHPUxAoD5yFLNwjrIOBw9sOZUZdCcGQeKnSfbOjX9k9ahNFLHI6tC634E7x55SQQ3yqap1TMqAyB5-qzSeLhqXTD8l0/s320/IMG_3514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301980302036894802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOB46vakm3HCJg94ccQs-NsYfaNBba17ADXxrjNmrg9TPL_lmqU2b-TD47YqIlh9yQ9_rfRq3CGCar0IXHIJkj4haI9X8MGI8H-2v8YF5QUeFbTQT-g3ErUXMnp6rO6BUNTeHkVNdpWg/s1600-h/IMG_3509.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOB46vakm3HCJg94ccQs-NsYfaNBba17ADXxrjNmrg9TPL_lmqU2b-TD47YqIlh9yQ9_rfRq3CGCar0IXHIJkj4haI9X8MGI8H-2v8YF5QUeFbTQT-g3ErUXMnp6rO6BUNTeHkVNdpWg/s320/IMG_3509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301980299640033794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZtjwoM0-QRlFSWoNHpO0WugV9sVDAJq_oppjqoAVLnGCqPOli5CnHL1dDOGc1aNmNERKtCXd5QGEgHwp60s04QfuWuIilEWJWbuV4CWDJOvCKuuvLqZvLGH5NX14zWq7Ph0QTQfvq-M/s1600-h/IMG_3530.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZtjwoM0-QRlFSWoNHpO0WugV9sVDAJq_oppjqoAVLnGCqPOli5CnHL1dDOGc1aNmNERKtCXd5QGEgHwp60s04QfuWuIilEWJWbuV4CWDJOvCKuuvLqZvLGH5NX14zWq7Ph0QTQfvq-M/s320/IMG_3530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301980297615925890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4-EqLF7X5bBmYNXPBqeBDUavDzmDEn33f2-bQ8jJtc8k-eIaz9IuiQwN5b3q-FphALKtIA7u4xcqyIwWciExXLvjd6gPDagLemDGsq7XGcPg_gUHdU9l0wmLpiEY3oJF_YJslFAvVZM/s1600-h/IMG_3518.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4-EqLF7X5bBmYNXPBqeBDUavDzmDEn33f2-bQ8jJtc8k-eIaz9IuiQwN5b3q-FphALKtIA7u4xcqyIwWciExXLvjd6gPDagLemDGsq7XGcPg_gUHdU9l0wmLpiEY3oJF_YJslFAvVZM/s320/IMG_3518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301980293712045698" border="0" /></a>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-16039314981716386952009-02-09T20:26:00.000-08:002009-02-09T20:32:36.281-08:00Hudson the Engineer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2sHY5u2XcSZ99SS42xXXMtQAdE9WMJwTNK6Y6nI7XUMr0TY28o9pYUA0ohqQFlokWt1-rRfiaun7eExZJAVTGvKBhojVCNHA_uKpEKM98MyBu6KqTHM3Aa8ffmenePLftsrhoiLuC9g/s1600-h/IMG_3507.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2sHY5u2XcSZ99SS42xXXMtQAdE9WMJwTNK6Y6nI7XUMr0TY28o9pYUA0ohqQFlokWt1-rRfiaun7eExZJAVTGvKBhojVCNHA_uKpEKM98MyBu6KqTHM3Aa8ffmenePLftsrhoiLuC9g/s200/IMG_3507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301021442812377282" /></a><br />Hudson can spend all day taking any regular household item and creating the most wonderful creations! This is his latest "tower" built out of apple juice boxes and chocolate milk. He was very proud!The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-79569354496679950612009-01-15T13:08:00.002-08:002009-01-20T10:12:54.144-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-Jrw-zdvL5tD8q6J57SfHByPmJWXETjEQfNPenDispQyvbNl9f3KkHymzHVcA5nuQsxUAaeQ9M0fi3WONnjUwt3jEce3SYr22zRpHLIle0GOaVggw9KBbILzCKf1Nm3-BJD4CmEzrSY/s1600-h/LWL.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-Jrw-zdvL5tD8q6J57SfHByPmJWXETjEQfNPenDispQyvbNl9f3KkHymzHVcA5nuQsxUAaeQ9M0fi3WONnjUwt3jEce3SYr22zRpHLIle0GOaVggw9KBbILzCKf1Nm3-BJD4CmEzrSY/s320/LWL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293440520676272098" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Happy Birthday Dad!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My dad's birthday was January 8th. He would laugh, although love, that he was a topic on my blog. For those who did not have the true pleasure of meeting my dad, I wanted to share some of my favorite things about him. My dad had the driest, most sarcastic sense of humor (it apparently was a genetic trait that he passed on to us kids!) He always made up the funniest sayings, little tunes and songs. I often find myself doing the same thing with delaney and hudson. We have silly songs and sayings that we say that we are not quite sure what they even mean, they just somehow seem to fit so naturally with our family. My dad was a generous man, the kind of man that taught us kids to give money to those who needed it, always stressing that there was someone who would always need it more than us. He gave to people he knew and those who would never even know his name. I hope that I can help to instill that kind of generous spirit in delaney and hudson. Life with my dad wasn't always easy. But for those of you who wonder and question whether someone can change, I can assure you that they can! My dad's illness changed him. The last few years of his life were filled with much sorrow as we watched him deteriorate but they were also filled with love and laughter and the assurance that he loved us unconditionally! My dad also loved being a grandfather. He radiated love whenever he was around them. The walls of his house were covered with drawings that all of the grand kids had made for him. He displayed them with pride and as if each one belonged in a museum.<br /><br />As another birthday passes and thoughts of him fill my heart and mind, I smile.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Happy Birthday Dad!</span></span><br /></div>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-55445302768507554162009-01-12T10:58:00.000-08:002009-01-12T10:59:09.324-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jesus, thanks for being such a GOOD SPORT!<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You never realize just how much the things that you say and do influence your children (good and bad), until you hear </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >yourself</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> coming out of </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >their</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> mouth. The other night we were saying our family prayers and Delaney was doing a beautiful job. We have been working on making sure to say all of the things that we are grateful for when Delaney added,<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" >“And thanks Jesus for always being such a </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><br />GOOD SPORT</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" > and having such a good attitude for all of those things that you do for us!” </span></span><br />Matt and I started cracking up. I don’t think that I have ever heard anyone thank Jesus for being such a GOOD SPORT!</span></div>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-41058885322143680082008-12-09T18:28:00.000-08:002008-12-09T18:35:38.535-08:00Christmas Stories<div style="text-align: center;">I realize that Melissa and I share most of the same friends but for those of you that didn't see this link for <a href="http://www.northpole.com/personalizedstories/">personalized Christmas stories</a> on her website, I didn't want you to miss out on it. It is most definitely worth checking out. You can go to the website and personalize stories using your child's name. It is easy to use - pick the story you want, add the names and then print it out. <br />The kids have loved hearing their names throughout the stories each night.</div><div><br /></div>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-28613300703461461792008-12-06T10:52:00.000-08:002008-12-09T18:27:15.329-08:00You aren't going to wear THAT, are you?<div style="text-align: center;">The other day, I was getting Delaney ready for school. We were ready to walk out the door and she stopped me and to my total shock and horror said, "Mom, you aren't going to wear <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">THAT</span>, are you? Seriously you are planning on changing into something else?!" I want to reassure everyone, I was not wearing a gold lame jumpsuit. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt to workout in. Apparently I was not "FANCY" enough for Delaney. I can't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">believe</span> that she is already concerned about MY appearance. I can't wait for those teenage years!<br /></div>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-77594908373039089912008-11-10T09:21:00.000-08:002008-12-09T18:25:36.845-08:00Halloween 2008<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXMAJoCYKGYI5CRE3zXHFU8TxL9_5gBYFP0jixWWsN-G6lBgG9vBQxuGKdgsip_zySapfSHmB71zHOuVEovckTHy_Vs_cuBUr-W_cD9rcDKbi5YWyQAV-ZF6sdYdWVui6wESm5l3fxoQ/s1600-h/IMG_6703.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXMAJoCYKGYI5CRE3zXHFU8TxL9_5gBYFP0jixWWsN-G6lBgG9vBQxuGKdgsip_zySapfSHmB71zHOuVEovckTHy_Vs_cuBUr-W_cD9rcDKbi5YWyQAV-ZF6sdYdWVui6wESm5l3fxoQ/s320/IMG_6703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277980287457527042" border="0" /></a>Delaney and Avery on Halloween night.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1R-jntS8ZxPr9VrrdU7J5qgWxTp9zbwqCuPLxc0CprGfIT96DqVaC5v7lEDUhkFlAongdPMAobztOK4yJn9n4x63q7EiLUkL6v8JOsel_EXCIuFeMv-9ZYjdXHEJP3eYc45vpR7OZjp4/s1600-h/IMG_6644.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1R-jntS8ZxPr9VrrdU7J5qgWxTp9zbwqCuPLxc0CprGfIT96DqVaC5v7lEDUhkFlAongdPMAobztOK4yJn9n4x63q7EiLUkL6v8JOsel_EXCIuFeMv-9ZYjdXHEJP3eYc45vpR7OZjp4/s320/IMG_6644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277980278740954354" border="0" /></a>Delaney and Hannah at the Pumpkin Patch. It was over a 100 degrees the day we went to pick out our pumpkin.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOOJE1ei-VlJi38kfro0bkhXqpUjZ9n4s7eV8MUFFDXE-2-UK6K13n2DP9PrVI14z_2foRHNk2v3e7C-5_LPlWdcmL8Lvi0_t4LPwZKzAZ-UXddfaIv6Lxk38qZN4kXaM0fqhtFgQAOA/s1600-h/IMG_6677.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOOJE1ei-VlJi38kfro0bkhXqpUjZ9n4s7eV8MUFFDXE-2-UK6K13n2DP9PrVI14z_2foRHNk2v3e7C-5_LPlWdcmL8Lvi0_t4LPwZKzAZ-UXddfaIv6Lxk38qZN4kXaM0fqhtFgQAOA/s320/IMG_6677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277980276355084338" border="0" /></a>My little ballerina and penguin!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcgEmFcWvQauRhd2nxsjYkIIhn3OrbHatnCtk550OUBvLVt-JYuDY5XNoAEwzlgVCQCs56Hpk2IWDBF8h2hAot8VVwdqrZCcS5Y_IIQQk2kizWPxnwDy4qT3KDDoP7cQ0Get2gkPbpMuc/s1600-h/IMG_6661_edited-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcgEmFcWvQauRhd2nxsjYkIIhn3OrbHatnCtk550OUBvLVt-JYuDY5XNoAEwzlgVCQCs56Hpk2IWDBF8h2hAot8VVwdqrZCcS5Y_IIQQk2kizWPxnwDy4qT3KDDoP7cQ0Get2gkPbpMuc/s320/IMG_6661_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277980269084630770" border="0" /></a>We went to a great Halloween party. The "balloon man" was having a great time making Hudson's SPIDER hat!<br /></div>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-54405912400503491472008-10-08T08:45:00.000-07:002008-10-10T09:19:54.258-07:00Hudson's First Day of Preschool<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtbn-1Ep4azXTzKOt0MBWRZaF1hrxrkNwtuMShck8nBQrQquiZCwz1NdzpAnQZzzY9the4NSmAB0pQN3m4Y7a6c0N8pqVURWxrZBydqaySAmJWf16EotrlsrUxreNb4TI16MlyVA6FNQ/s1600-h/IMG_1842.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtbn-1Ep4azXTzKOt0MBWRZaF1hrxrkNwtuMShck8nBQrQquiZCwz1NdzpAnQZzzY9the4NSmAB0pQN3m4Y7a6c0N8pqVURWxrZBydqaySAmJWf16EotrlsrUxreNb4TI16MlyVA6FNQ/s320/IMG_1842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254902103720949810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hudson's First Day of Preschool</span><br />Hudson started preschool this year. I was very apprehensive about him going, more because I wasn't sure what to do without having my BABIES around! He loves school and being a "Big Boy".<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qa0-dgVTrAAY2_PrSMguzL6X7ko-enVBPi6Qx0XtKIgGAXdzHoedJDSftTYM4gEvAqQsXub40q_oKVZV3SWXnZMxm-z5qCbv6pc5FJEHCwgYSJQajScOIoFD817g6MAf2eGNiEmg7tk/s1600-h/IMG_1859.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qa0-dgVTrAAY2_PrSMguzL6X7ko-enVBPi6Qx0XtKIgGAXdzHoedJDSftTYM4gEvAqQsXub40q_oKVZV3SWXnZMxm-z5qCbv6pc5FJEHCwgYSJQajScOIoFD817g6MAf2eGNiEmg7tk/s320/IMG_1859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254828410889979282" border="0" /></a>Hudson and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hyke</span> playing on the first day of preschool.<br /></div>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-1435210714191494512008-10-08T08:23:00.000-07:002008-10-08T08:44:24.132-07:00Delaney's First Day of School<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Delaney's First Day of Kindergarten - Mr. Evan's class - Room 3<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't believe that my little girl is already in kindergarten. Delaney was more than ready to start but I am not so sure that Matt and I were as ready for her to be such a "big girl". <br />She is in a K/1 combination class and is already asking if she can just go ahead and do the FIRST grade work.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtZBK0ByA5Nwk4-ZPYMcbU7ZRuV6Gwvi5yVM1ymGFyhSn_0hm91iOTsTTMBJXwMfuDrEMTDm2jt5rQq_jyhTKtKa_Vm6WbAGgLgfyaUz6XETtrA8e7PFJy10o2l5CXtiFOxC6DjfwvFc/s1600-h/IMG_1758.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtZBK0ByA5Nwk4-ZPYMcbU7ZRuV6Gwvi5yVM1ymGFyhSn_0hm91iOTsTTMBJXwMfuDrEMTDm2jt5rQq_jyhTKtKa_Vm6WbAGgLgfyaUz6XETtrA8e7PFJy10o2l5CXtiFOxC6DjfwvFc/s320/IMG_1758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254807312426552962" border="0" /></a>Delaney looks so little at her desk. She is sitting next to her friend Rachel.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZgprTavwDfsFZx6pwSsaXF7Mmx5SGvE4GCzrVSl_1bxacFwNPQPX7cElWSQPQrsyUX2_9XfIh0VYaarvzp_JzpcKCQKOjkavJ9o0C2SGArMh6zwL8qKB2RIppFKztaK-WsWC9kVW1RQ/s1600-h/IMG_2136.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZgprTavwDfsFZx6pwSsaXF7Mmx5SGvE4GCzrVSl_1bxacFwNPQPX7cElWSQPQrsyUX2_9XfIh0VYaarvzp_JzpcKCQKOjkavJ9o0C2SGArMh6zwL8qKB2RIppFKztaK-WsWC9kVW1RQ/s320/IMG_2136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254805355566550066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Delaney and Hannah on the first day. </span><br />Our last minute decision to switch Delaney to Los Ranchos proved to be a popular choice with Delaney and Hannah. Even though they aren't in the same class, they get to see each other every day.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlAq2G1YmHTyDLxoBsUwrpPWl1mTMTFqu1NURhY6aj7qKboECJeJO57V0koDnXWzc1gih31c86CrCcNtjeTTDZ56lSgweaKfTancK7lIV5WUi0IFVmw_tk7eIyOzg7f53WOv4ghD-Cnbc/s1600-h/IMG_1744_edited-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlAq2G1YmHTyDLxoBsUwrpPWl1mTMTFqu1NURhY6aj7qKboECJeJO57V0koDnXWzc1gih31c86CrCcNtjeTTDZ56lSgweaKfTancK7lIV5WUi0IFVmw_tk7eIyOzg7f53WOv4ghD-Cnbc/s320/IMG_1744_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254804795232808050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">"I'm READY for MY PICTURE!"</span><br /></div>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-75015026268152273702008-09-01T17:58:00.000-07:002008-10-08T08:23:04.306-07:00Summer of 2008<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijobE6KXCZ9_jW39w9HYcY8IuO49m7xT0qkC2p_7mhMNpI3gDlypj20-RvzheywA9m5VphbTrEtENRDuTUELFfmjj-eKULjJp3MU9MYy0jEfwGgLiKKqKBJhYsTw5Ut4VyvpGHyAWuBjQ/s1600-h/3atcm.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijobE6KXCZ9_jW39w9HYcY8IuO49m7xT0qkC2p_7mhMNpI3gDlypj20-RvzheywA9m5VphbTrEtENRDuTUELFfmjj-eKULjJp3MU9MYy0jEfwGgLiKKqKBJhYsTw5Ut4VyvpGHyAWuBjQ/s320/3atcm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254587062811028642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Children's Museum with Avery</span><br />We spent the day (or at least a few hours) at the Children's Museum with Avery and Finley.<br />The kids all had a great time playing together.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4U02hS7qPtjeNMcjZdbw17cDqH9ibjj0ueZ-USxzljoRI3a5f-XUkI6xPZ1_lcD0AEzC-nJY7aBcOI6mUb0G0o6TcxQF4alDdf858DhTj7AsGR80hCUySqM0UzsYp8Ta7Av3c_HiIQ08/s1600-h/IMG_6362.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4U02hS7qPtjeNMcjZdbw17cDqH9ibjj0ueZ-USxzljoRI3a5f-XUkI6xPZ1_lcD0AEzC-nJY7aBcOI6mUb0G0o6TcxQF4alDdf858DhTj7AsGR80hCUySqM0UzsYp8Ta7Av3c_HiIQ08/s320/IMG_6362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254587059630452274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">We start them young in the JONES house!</span><br />I have been accused of loving to exercise a little too much. I swear though, we do not force our kids to get on the elliptical and workout.<br />Hudson said that he was doing it so that he could be healthy and strong.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF7kqG1F58usaD3b7lHmJ9eW1ao3DRycX809DVtHvbEU2XpRFACB_lF_dRipQomASYPYarfszstlcPABeWSMn8uzYgZwc2l8GL7clHlZ_wpR1qMONjNXZPMFUVgn7JUXdqdavy3Y3_UT4/s1600-h/IMG_2884.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF7kqG1F58usaD3b7lHmJ9eW1ao3DRycX809DVtHvbEU2XpRFACB_lF_dRipQomASYPYarfszstlcPABeWSMn8uzYgZwc2l8GL7clHlZ_wpR1qMONjNXZPMFUVgn7JUXdqdavy3Y3_UT4/s320/IMG_2884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254587065514662290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Grammie and Grandpa's new trampoline.</span><br />All of "the cousins" were here this summer visiting.<br />Most of that time was spent playing and jumping on the trampoline.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6TF9VjyAaXwznGUnqnyOru1aH7GhnhyphenhyphenED18CDsmhhBP8Eo9qpBCWYIu3aIaOhA-dghtwQB_E8BHLZzUReK3gQJ376WBs7iHounkwm7fabQHnG2XjBXdAR8qs8d0b3hzw4cRdczg-fZmo/s1600-h/holly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6TF9VjyAaXwznGUnqnyOru1aH7GhnhyphenhyphenED18CDsmhhBP8Eo9qpBCWYIu3aIaOhA-dghtwQB_E8BHLZzUReK3gQJ376WBs7iHounkwm7fabQHnG2XjBXdAR8qs8d0b3hzw4cRdczg-fZmo/s320/holly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254584704387080482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dinner in San Luis with Holly!</span><br />We miss our Holly!<br />We were all excited to go out to dinner with Holly.<br />We miss having her with us all of the time but are lucky enough<br />to have her younger sister Heidi helping with the kids now.<br />(And to my credit, I have only called Heidi "Holly" once.)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqhxrqCxEjkhfiaCJdmLseuzPQ2iTF53TCZf9LZUMY_uDTDosZ9dJbpBMcwa296itRESI8t-h2OfGnV0YSj02KP8bj2HafnCDvSJcQyHvFhxI1sXuHGweaIXLievd6GS4xV_mODYUUyXY/s1600-h/vegas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqhxrqCxEjkhfiaCJdmLseuzPQ2iTF53TCZf9LZUMY_uDTDosZ9dJbpBMcwa296itRESI8t-h2OfGnV0YSj02KP8bj2HafnCDvSJcQyHvFhxI1sXuHGweaIXLievd6GS4xV_mODYUUyXY/s320/vegas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254582248041785810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dinner at Roy's in Las Vegas. </span><br />We had such a great time on our trip. We played, ate at "fancy" restaurants, went to the pool, shopped (that was mostly all me!) and watched the water show, over and over, at the Bellagio.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzbFoPnLvT9OZtJ97CN0XA56bpU9NWt5x0khXvOrEU4KKAr-urijsdth8aSWTbIAdnZJcwKPvtr-r6hlyl6BcFyfioDufn5ZCyQ5NuPWSBnMHSuCAgySkWDfb8BwfG6Cw1lQ27DZOg5g/s1600-h/IMG_1533.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzbFoPnLvT9OZtJ97CN0XA56bpU9NWt5x0khXvOrEU4KKAr-urijsdth8aSWTbIAdnZJcwKPvtr-r6hlyl6BcFyfioDufn5ZCyQ5NuPWSBnMHSuCAgySkWDfb8BwfG6Cw1lQ27DZOg5g/s320/IMG_1533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254582277562506370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hudson is his element in Las Vegas.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In our hotel room was a huge window that overlooked the main tram station. Hudson, who LOVES his trains, set up his train set on the ledge of the window watching the "trains" for HOURS. We had a hard time getting him to do much of anything else!<br /></div>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-27577619919165336132008-08-05T19:24:00.000-07:002008-08-05T19:35:25.540-07:00Delaney and Hudson get their tonsils taken out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVT8i2e_EikSrYaUQPWrGsy-_VVvNse-HSNDstaayodFY_DWtP8FI8fDI5I79XxI1psZxVVXV2rCsdnr1aCNEGZL1HyPmRc2WBCMKN5By5JbXFJlT8qd9f5BMMOkSH-mmH_8BvtJTdC7U/s1600-h/laneyhospital2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVT8i2e_EikSrYaUQPWrGsy-_VVvNse-HSNDstaayodFY_DWtP8FI8fDI5I79XxI1psZxVVXV2rCsdnr1aCNEGZL1HyPmRc2WBCMKN5By5JbXFJlT8qd9f5BMMOkSH-mmH_8BvtJTdC7U/s320/laneyhospital2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231227595388162658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPbgPkZNQg0o1IrRvl5GBSuzSbzRxKYy5cS7WU3jsVo6WsLqIg2y6iE8CrBJ1mvIZ1n2IvjJHWRN6pnt5VaOA3F5lovrxL79VMIm0YXu2wjnZFO14DtmOqUBsrV1lIy5Fhyphenhyphenby86NdukIo/s1600-h/hudhsopital.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPbgPkZNQg0o1IrRvl5GBSuzSbzRxKYy5cS7WU3jsVo6WsLqIg2y6iE8CrBJ1mvIZ1n2IvjJHWRN6pnt5VaOA3F5lovrxL79VMIm0YXu2wjnZFO14DtmOqUBsrV1lIy5Fhyphenhyphenby86NdukIo/s320/hudhsopital.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231227600835215138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtTHrqE_92_UCsvJv4qZeSC4jwo5Jz2m3MSg6UgIU-jgipcweuY1CEeJRqFXail7NZ7GjEfbXcK6n9stDqDbiOm1RFWMmC8lDUm7qrYwoLGvEmd9qu9B4TbeZMNQ3FBQZlbNO1XYr-Ez0/s1600-h/gilhudhospital.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtTHrqE_92_UCsvJv4qZeSC4jwo5Jz2m3MSg6UgIU-jgipcweuY1CEeJRqFXail7NZ7GjEfbXcK6n9stDqDbiOm1RFWMmC8lDUm7qrYwoLGvEmd9qu9B4TbeZMNQ3FBQZlbNO1XYr-Ez0/s320/gilhudhospital.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231227607435226514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTU-QBtRi9ur90nPL0PkrC-2F-NJ_J2sRlsTJoj37UiMIa22B7EvFl4AuAJESSfOatq1UuIoy7GLqaMD6xbA-zw1dtLJ2_Et2Ec720-IiTbcDZNgu9LJRhKsbn2k-fx_i4X3rlIbIF6Qs/s1600-h/laneyhospital.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTU-QBtRi9ur90nPL0PkrC-2F-NJ_J2sRlsTJoj37UiMIa22B7EvFl4AuAJESSfOatq1UuIoy7GLqaMD6xbA-zw1dtLJ2_Et2Ec720-IiTbcDZNgu9LJRhKsbn2k-fx_i4X3rlIbIF6Qs/s320/laneyhospital.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231227027934325330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In June, Delaney and Hudson both got their tonsils taken out.<br />We did them on the same day, back to back surgeries.<br />I know, you are thinking ON THE SAME DAY?! But honestly it wasn't as bad as we thought it would be. They both did great! Hudson was scared, especially as the anesthesiologist took him into the operating room. (They wouldn't let me go with him.)<br />Delaney on the other hand, held hands with the anesthesiologist as<br />she skipped to the operating room with him.<br />He later told us that she talked and told stories up until the <span style="font-weight: bold;">second</span> that she went under.<br /><br /><br /></div>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-74863774605530512622008-05-17T15:05:00.000-07:002008-05-17T15:22:10.139-07:00Delaney the Cowgirl<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmiUhh2W7-KETN6cu6lPba0CUKqctUXSI4E2lIrJfWtqwk6ImprfIjt08IYYGIzqFZqgv_PVcaNjz6x4yYu4FVmRD48JW7gxraxiqNfabVhJuXfCeJlM1gQDykcuch3P6DfWyDmpYItg/s1600-h/delaneyhat.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmiUhh2W7-KETN6cu6lPba0CUKqctUXSI4E2lIrJfWtqwk6ImprfIjt08IYYGIzqFZqgv_PVcaNjz6x4yYu4FVmRD48JW7gxraxiqNfabVhJuXfCeJlM1gQDykcuch3P6DfWyDmpYItg/s320/delaneyhat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201473722607991682" border="0" /></a>Let me preface this post by saying that it was a VERY hot day when this picture was taken. I am trying to justify why Delaney only had on her new pink Cowgirl hat. So keeping that in mind, Delaney comes up to me and says,<br />"<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;">Mom, it is my DUTY to keep my BOOTY on the horse.</span>"<br />Where does she come up with this stuff? I can <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">guarantee</span> you that the word "booty" is not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">regularly</span> used in our house!<br /></div>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-38237087066481154942008-05-16T12:05:00.000-07:002008-05-17T15:58:08.692-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Enjoying ice cream - Hudson, Charlie, Delaney,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Harry and Avery<br />(John and Finley not shown in the picture.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNOy5NekMUwyOtV9BEpq5YlRx7SH84pEpJ3kL9PX2mQIx2fwMLDh0CUpk_KuVWhp90OIIyq9P3yJ9fOuyoGgsXHMXp0V58XcXYAus9eLNCz9Pgmyb0Th70jXcMzGrz_3MWqLwMnMREgaE/s1600-h/icecream.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNOy5NekMUwyOtV9BEpq5YlRx7SH84pEpJ3kL9PX2mQIx2fwMLDh0CUpk_KuVWhp90OIIyq9P3yJ9fOuyoGgsXHMXp0V58XcXYAus9eLNCz9Pgmyb0Th70jXcMzGrz_3MWqLwMnMREgaE/s320/icecream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201476011825560466" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span>Hudson, Did you actually get <span style="font-weight: bold;">ANY</span> of<br />that ice cream in your mouth?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhNxJSHAsHm1PjSbHrYANrGzqh1MaLWmXNruYcoNz4p2l_37JGwmz1YXHSUuq9_yxDnagivuJDNEPGutd2jFaU2tODV2_pwW6Peh4cQD8lvb7ouXVZ1RgxEhRSsDJXCFx88SrQ1091A8/s1600-h/IMG_0861.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhNxJSHAsHm1PjSbHrYANrGzqh1MaLWmXNruYcoNz4p2l_37JGwmz1YXHSUuq9_yxDnagivuJDNEPGutd2jFaU2tODV2_pwW6Peh4cQD8lvb7ouXVZ1RgxEhRSsDJXCFx88SrQ1091A8/s320/IMG_0861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201476651775687602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3CJkjS5wNVObUIlQWG42JB9Dewm4yJ5T41QJcb4OvFuSW7HdBfbYz4RwL94AZr3hd16VvgOHWr1kmcU_4MGPrtEcldl4dVFhoQUASrfOJZP1F4JOtOYEbUDBB9PMs3n7OZVQSBXf-BYM/s1600-h/IMG_0861.JPG"><br /></a>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-34806076189296096472008-05-16T11:15:00.000-07:002008-05-17T15:04:56.274-07:00Eating ice cream at Avila Valley Barn<p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">We always have so much fun at "The Barn." Delaney, who is already working on her manipulation (I mean <span class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">persuasion</span></span> skills) let us all know that it really was way too hot outside so we should all go in to the toy area because it would be <span style="font-weight: bold;">MUCH, MUCH</span> cooler there!<span style=""> </span>She is only 4!<span style=""> </span></p>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541042756096490815.post-13816390524488031702008-04-16T10:18:00.000-07:002008-04-16T10:29:07.790-07:00Don't you know your DINOSAURS?<div style="text-align: center;">I had to take Delaney and Hudson to the doctor. (they both have to get their tonsils out!) So the doctor trying to make the whole experience less scary asks Hudson if he can look in his ears, nose, mouth, etc. to see if he can find a dinosaur. Hudson readily agreed because he knows his dinosaurs. After a few, "Is the dinosaur in there?" Hudson apparently thought it was time to school the doctor in the field of dinosaurs. When the doctor asked (for the last time!) if there was a dinosaur in Hudson's mouth - Hudson responded<br />"Don't you know, it is not <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >just</span> a dinosaur, it is a <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >TRICERATOPS</span>?<br /></div>The Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514649219505714996noreply@blogger.com2