<?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-5960132807980259382</id><updated>2012-01-30T20:44:14.410-08:00</updated><category term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>The Jensens</title><subtitle type='html'>Growing Old Together</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-6359975229870037884</id><published>2009-11-19T00:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:49:28.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1ODYyMDM4OTYwOSZwdD*xMjU4NjIwNDYzODkwJnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAzNTE*Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImbz*3Nzc5YmRmNTI5ZDE*NTIyOWNkYTk1OTg4ZmE4MzFiNCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A456373' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=YWHw7GZGBbsLLQ7S&amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=YWHw7GZGBbsLLQ7S&amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=YWHw7GZGBbsLLQ7S&amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Send your own &lt;a href='http://www.elfyourself.com'&gt;ElfYourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&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/5960132807980259382-6359975229870037884?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6359975229870037884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=6359975229870037884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/6359975229870037884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/6359975229870037884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/11/send-your-own-elfyourself-ecards.html' title=''/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-4042342745395314270</id><published>2009-09-07T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:29:34.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on our sweet little Didi</title><content type='html'>Well I have decided to just give a quick update to the Deedster! We call her that but I mean Didi! Since I have been very neglectful on our blog! Tomorrow (that's Tuesday) we are going to the court house to watch her birth parents sign the Consent To Adopt. Everyone knows we just love her little guts so we are super excited to have her in our lives. SO I will up date again and make sure everyone knows that they did sign. Then in 60-90 days we will be a family (on paper, in our hearts we already are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SqVQRlBFTLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/X2U4XMg8lQs/s1600-h/DSCF0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378793592888577202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SqVQRlBFTLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/X2U4XMg8lQs/s320/DSCF0952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-4042342745395314270?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4042342745395314270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=4042342745395314270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/4042342745395314270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/4042342745395314270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-on-our-sweet-little-didi.html' title='Update on our sweet little Didi'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SqVQRlBFTLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/X2U4XMg8lQs/s72-c/DSCF0952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-338925450805269360</id><published>2009-07-21T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:01:50.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Disneyland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I have to tell you how much we love this fun trip to Disneyland! We went at the first part of June but since Chi Chi died I was kinda not in the mood to blog! So I am finally blogging about how much we love stroller passes and Micky Mouse! We drove there with both of the kids! They were both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; good. Not that much whining or crying. We drove to Vegas on our way down and stayed at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Excalibur&lt;/span&gt; and boy did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; think that was cool staying in a Castle with real Knights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361015312326131730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SmYnBc6hABI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6UgTk1Mtqlc/s320/Picture+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was Jon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; at the Hotel eating Dinner in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next Morning we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anaheim&lt;/span&gt; and had such a great time! WE hit Disney and went to the beach, the Aquarium at long beach and we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Medieval&lt;/span&gt; Times! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; kept asking Jon if it was real! Jon kept saying, "no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; its fake" but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; would ask, "Are you sure? It looks real?" We just had a great time! It was cold the whole time so JON was in heaven! The rest of us were a little bummed but Oh well it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361017929642560834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SmYpZzLYTUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hQVOmwkqMPM/s320/Picture+212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First day at Disneyland! I don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; was happy at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361018765968301506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SmYqKeu-XcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TW6XhVqlT8s/s320/Picture+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Star Tours a.k.a Heaven for Boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361030280083462354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SmY0osJ82NI/AAAAAAAAAO4/GLfS6xK4CAw/s320/Picture+345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She wasn't quite sure about this! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a Dad for ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361032674442505858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SmY20D1oboI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/68oco96ODz0/s320/Picture+355.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cutest Mini Mouse in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361031493917981746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SmY1vWCpvDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/u3ditCyXQGw/s320/Picture+388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; could live at the Lego store he would! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361034494354952930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SmY4d_ikkuI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jOQBGiEfNjs/s320/Picture+429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So sweet! Didi is not a hunch back I think it's the shirt! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361034865627338642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SmY4zmozl5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/1SLxuL8ROXk/s320/Picture+469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Medieval Times! We were the red and yellow knight! Aren't they cuties? This pictures makes me want to eat them up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wish I could post all my pictures. We had so many cute ones but that would take me a year and I don't think that anyone really cares! :) So I just posted the favorites! We didn't have a lot together but I hate asking people to take my pictures. I feel stupid! Anyways it was so fun and I can't wait until next year to go again!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-338925450805269360?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/338925450805269360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=338925450805269360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/338925450805269360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/338925450805269360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/07/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland!'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SmYnBc6hABI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6UgTk1Mtqlc/s72-c/Picture+202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-2916094298144203136</id><published>2009-06-09T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:16:20.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to Chi Chi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for any of you that don't know we lost our little sweet dog Chi Chi. She was hit by a car and was killed instantly. She was the best dog. A little crazy but so loved! My son was so sad, we had a funeral for her and it was really sad. We found out on the last day of trip. We were at my in laws in Mesquite. My little nephew was witness to the whole thing and was so upset, he is only 2 and he cried for 3 hours I guess. As sad as it is my son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; which is one of the most tenderhearted kids I know asked me if dogs go to heaven. I said yes, thinking that was it. He then asked about the big gates into heaven if they were real. I just said, "I think so." He then proceeded to ask if we should pray because Chi Chi is such a little dog they might not see her to open the gate. So we prayed and asked god to keep the gates open for Chi Chi. I thought that was the most sweetest thing. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So here is our sweet Chi Chi I hope you all enjoy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345533970017134258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Si8m0umnprI/AAAAAAAAANI/KdgDWKOaBCw/s320/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Chi Chi loved car rides so much we always had to sneak out or take her with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345546360095126642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Si8yF7PaNHI/AAAAAAAAANo/fMfdaS16Crs/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Christmas morning!!!This was the morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; and Chi Chi met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345541648800656338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Si8tzsTRq9I/AAAAAAAAANY/Jbd8G0G0l5w/s320/DSCF0945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This Picture of Didi and Chi Chi is most fitting because that flower in the hat and those glasses. Chi Chi ate them! I was so mad and now who cares its just stuff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345543119348706114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Si8vJShQK0I/AAAAAAAAANg/OD1V9fSm_3k/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Chi Chi on my lap. This was our favorite thing. I watched Grey's and Chi Chi snuggled!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-2916094298144203136?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2916094298144203136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=2916094298144203136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/2916094298144203136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/2916094298144203136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-chi-chi.html' title='A tribute to Chi Chi!'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Si8m0umnprI/AAAAAAAAANI/KdgDWKOaBCw/s72-c/Picture+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-7234439374067276974</id><published>2009-05-23T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:01:34.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young to Old in 3 minutes</title><content type='html'>When is the moment that we become adults to our kids! I remember being a kid, I remember thinking that I am young, That was at noon on today; then at 12:03 my son told me I was too old to play with him and the blocks. What!!! I thought I was young fun Mom! No! I am old, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; Mom. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; my Mom!!! AHA!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 406px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339263052659965842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/ShjfdTAqP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/LySI9sTAiIg/s320/DSCN0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well one day I will be young mom again. I know this because My mom is &lt;em&gt;Young Fun Mom&lt;/em&gt; now. She is one of my favorites to hang out with. So she was like 46 when I thought that so I a have like.... a while... yes I can add....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-7234439374067276974?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7234439374067276974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=7234439374067276974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/7234439374067276974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/7234439374067276974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/05/young-to-old-in-3-minutes.html' title='Young to Old in 3 minutes'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/ShjfdTAqP5I/AAAAAAAAANA/LySI9sTAiIg/s72-c/DSCN0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-3951286057305737675</id><published>2009-05-19T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:47:49.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the time go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/ShL0ZZOhQUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/apyAveCuaUo/s1600-h/DSCF0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337597225493152066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/ShL0ZZOhQUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/apyAveCuaUo/s320/DSCF0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; was 18 months, We forget how small they really were and how small they still are. Today I had a very bad mom moment. You know the ones where if you were on film you would feel so stupid. No hitting just yelling for nothing. So I had to reevaluate and take him to school so that I didn't kill him! ;) It was just one of those mornings that I had to realise that he is still small and sweet and I have to have some patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337601569463172322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/ShL4WPxrfOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/A49e6kzW3e0/s320/DSCF0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not 3 anymore, as much as I want him to be he is just not and will never be again. I wish I could remember ever second of his age, this was one of my favorite times of his life. He was such&lt;br /&gt;the best talker. When he was 3 he talked like a 10yr old. He loved to sing and dance in the frontroom with me, now I can't even get him to do it when nobody watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337602954958784370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/ShL5m5Jkx3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/ItAdsPqjJiE/s320/DSCF0751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; 5 and it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun. He loves to play army and Star Wars. He hums the tune to Star Wars all day everyday (drives me up a wall). He loves to go to the park with his friends, He talks back and has an attitude but what kid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;. He eats like a horse, and is skin and bones. How in envy him. He is so friendly and cute. He loves sports and plays them all. He is naturally good at MOST of them, no NBA contracts for him I don't think. He looks so much like me when I was that age. We are twins. Well this is my happy story of my not to perfect life and this is one of the best parts of me. I hope you all enjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-3951286057305737675?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3951286057305737675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=3951286057305737675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/3951286057305737675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/3951286057305737675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-did-time-go.html' title='Where did the time go?'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/ShL0ZZOhQUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/apyAveCuaUo/s72-c/DSCF0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-8995149470821269366</id><published>2009-05-08T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:16:23.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Didi! Is she mine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333515908994611570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SgR0dgeEuXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IfgycvIWFvI/s320/DSCN0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We go through this daily, the roller coaster ride of foster care! She feels like ours and she acts like us. Then I have to take her to visit her other parents and I feel so torn. I know that if she went back to them her life wold be full of turmoil. It would be very confusing and very hard. No family vacations, no one really to pay attention to her, no one to just take her hiking (my passion) in this wonderful city of hiking ! Her life would be full of selfishness and poor me. How can I give her back, then I think I don't have to give her back I will never have to give her back. The Universe just won't allow her to go, she is too happy to go back to such a sad place. If you believe in the Law of Attraction then you know Like attracts Like and she is not like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To change the subject and be happy, speaking of the Law of Attraction I decided to paint Didi's room and I don't have a ton of money so I did her whole room furniture and all for about $150.00. It looks so cute. I went to the DI and got her dresser and redid it. I then bought a changing table at another thrift place and redid that. My husbands boss gave us a 20 year old crib that is in the best shape and I redid it and it is beautiful! I then redid a chair that I stole from my parents and had my mother in law redo the cushions. It looks so cute. I thought I would tell the Universe that I am moving on with her! If anything it makes me feel good when I walk in her room. It is the only room done in the whole house and it has really good Chi. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333516777291828706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SgR1QDIQzeI/AAAAAAAAAME/6zQqRI7wPuI/s320/DSCN0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333516782115067666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SgR1QVGNlxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KXvD354A-8c/s320/DSCN0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are better pictures and I still have a few finishing touches to do. But I am crafting them so anyone that knows me knows that I am a flake and only finish half of my projects so we will see how it goes! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-8995149470821269366?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8995149470821269366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=8995149470821269366' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/8995149470821269366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/8995149470821269366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-didi-is-she-mine.html' title='My Didi! Is she mine?'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SgR0dgeEuXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IfgycvIWFvI/s72-c/DSCN0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-165367236233613283</id><published>2009-04-20T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:12:03.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Lagoon Day of the Season!</title><content type='html'>You know we are from Utah when we get excited for the Lagoon! This year was so fun to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; though! Every year we get a season pass and we have to go like 10 to 15 times a year! Super fun!!! This year my little nephew went and man he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like rides! It is so funny! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; is so fun to take on the rides because he loves them all and he laughs the whole time! We just have a ball!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326928125718684866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Se0M6DV_5MI/AAAAAAAAALk/eOj9G95Ywhk/s320/DSCF0912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He hated them! We all just had to laugh because he was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scaredy&lt;/span&gt; pants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326928531857909330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Se0NRsVIplI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ogjtb4Ch-l4/s320/DSCF0916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He did a little better on these! But still not that fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326928918322804322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Se0NoMBi9mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/v-qKmOmi9Mg/s320/DSCF0915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; and I on the White Roller &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Coaster&lt;/span&gt;! Not that great of a picture of me (how many chins am I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sporting&lt;/span&gt;?) but we were so excited because this was his first time riding it! He is still a little too short but they didn't check and we got right on. He loved every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-165367236233613283?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/165367236233613283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=165367236233613283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/165367236233613283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/165367236233613283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-lagoon-day-of-season.html' title='First Lagoon Day of the Season!'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Se0M6DV_5MI/AAAAAAAAALk/eOj9G95Ywhk/s72-c/DSCF0912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-5776289073356014584</id><published>2009-04-19T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:46:50.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well here is our fun little Easter! We had a good time. I really love how I can get together our families and just have a good time! Jon and I are so lucky to have the wonderful parents we do. They just seem to get it! We all went to the park and flew kites and ate ribs and fished it was so fun. Here are my pics of the day! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326625520962594130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Sev5sIyBZVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/9nUIrvthk_0/s320/DSCF0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bodey in his Easter Basket. I wish I would of got a pic of it befor he tore into it. Jon and I really did a good job. Very professional looking the bunny would of been proud. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326626093059414162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Sev6NcAiGJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Knxu0NuUGqI/s320/DSCF0930.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Must be tough having to open presents and then have to play with them too! Whew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326627226518181682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Sev7PaeKVzI/AAAAAAAAALM/eBN5o_p552M/s320/DSCF0931-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jon thought I was cruel when I bought this. (Flash back to the Movie &lt;em&gt;A Christmas Story) &lt;/em&gt;It ended being cute though! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326628323879225874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Sev8PSdbChI/AAAAAAAAALU/kyFxhK7bdlM/s320/DSCF0937-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my Jon and Grandma flying a kite. My Grandma Payton was so into this. She was even running. That is really funny if you know her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326629171887458562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Sev9ApiVyQI/AAAAAAAAALc/Y6Ci-TddhF4/s320/DSCF0902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And we can't forget about the Egg Hunt! Thanks Grandma Gloria it was super fun! We love all of our family and that we  can live so close to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-5776289073356014584?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5776289073356014584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=5776289073356014584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/5776289073356014584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/5776289073356014584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/Sev5sIyBZVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/9nUIrvthk_0/s72-c/DSCF0924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-108077806826184297</id><published>2009-03-26T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:03:41.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All my many blessings!</title><content type='html'>First of all I would like to say Thank You to all my well wishes when I had my surgery. I am feeling so much better. Today was the first day I could really work out, not my wimpy work out. I am was able to do some mean spin!!! You know I got a lot of comments that they were sorry for my loss and I was shocked. I was never able to be sorry for my loss. It was such a whirlwind and I was just lost. So this last month I really reflected on my family and what a blessing my son is. I have a hard time getting pregnant again, not one time in all of this have I thought what an incredible miracle Bodey really is. He has been amazing ever since he was born. You know it is funny he is a lot like me. We are very similar, but we get along great. He has always adored me, and I the same for him. We are incredibly close and have a great bond. I am so lucky to have such a great Son. Then I thought about my husband and all the he must be going through. He had to keep it all together, make sure I was OK and the kids were OK and clean the house. (Cleaning is very hard for my family we mess it up faster then we clean.) He never complained unless my high maintenance's got in the way. (Like folding the towels so they look nice in the closet, and many, many more...) I want to thank him for loving me anyways! Then there is Didi and wow did she come at the right time. I heard this saying on the radio the other morning and I started to cry because it kinda describes how I feel. "Enjoy the journey, it may take you somewhere unexpected." I feel like if she would of not came in our life when she did then my recovery would of been filled with a lot of "poor me", and feeling very sad. She filled up all of that time of despair and put in her happiness which in return made me very happy. She makes the journey worth taking. Foster care is hard and sad, and you think "why am I doing this?" Then you just feel love for these kids. And I know they need us, they need all of us. We need them too just as much! "Enjoy the Journey"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-108077806826184297?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/108077806826184297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=108077806826184297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/108077806826184297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/108077806826184297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-my-many-blessings.html' title='All my many blessings!'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-2916643880149177549</id><published>2009-03-02T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:05:05.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My child has selective hearing!</title><content type='html'>So the other day I realized that every time I say something to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; he can't hear me! This is all by choice it is called selective hearing. The other day I said grab 2 toys to take to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nany's&lt;/span&gt; house and this is what he brought down. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308833550994467074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SazD_LqzaQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZurCY0c2NXY/s320/DSCF0761.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i took a picture because it was priceless! The blue thing behind him is a shovel that is strapped on him. He said Papa has a hard time shoveling by his self! He thought I said, "Bring everything you can bring down in one trip!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308834199228522754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SazEk6h2IQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SrZIQFmk1tk/s320/DSCF0760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So then like, I think the same weekend I told him to go up in his room and clean up all the marbles that were scattered all over the floor. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308834719204290690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SazFDLlusII/AAAAAAAAAKk/QM8c4IMpnPY/s320/DSCF0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes he is asleep! He went up stairs and laid on top of them and went to sleep. How in the world does someone fall asleep on top of marbles?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308835260185260818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SazFiq5pMxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rc3sCKHLA34/s320/DSCF0769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the funny thing is that I thought that he was looking under his bed at first getting the marbles that strayed. I thought he is doing so good. Then like 15 minutes later he hadn't moved so then I knew he thought I said; "Go up stairs and sleep on all those marbles!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-2916643880149177549?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2916643880149177549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=2916643880149177549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/2916643880149177549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/2916643880149177549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-child-has-selective-hearin.html' title='My child has selective hearing!'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SazD_LqzaQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZurCY0c2NXY/s72-c/DSCF0761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-777423523446827427</id><published>2009-02-21T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:42:37.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SaS9p8iBOFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sLPASF6ETL4/s1600-h/DSCF0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306574789270386770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SaS9p8iBOFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sLPASF6ETL4/s320/DSCF0836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon and Bodey decided to take full advantage of the new snow and went to the park by our house. I couldn't go still recuperating. We got like everyone else about 2 feet of fresh snow it was awesome! Well we don't have to shovel so to others it might not be that awesome! It looks like Bodey is crying in the pic above but he is really laughing. Jon lost the charger to my nice camera so we have to use his dinky one. Hopefully we will find it when it is spring. Can't wait to clean I love to spring clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306574781198596546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SaS9pedjecI/AAAAAAAAAJc/l-WtP6ZKP8Q/s320/DSCF0834_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So then we went to my Moms house and they made a snow man. My mom and Bodey and my brother Kolby but he didn't want to be in any pictures! It is the best snow man ever. He looks so Rasta that you know that snowman parties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306575693952480754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SaS-emvCdfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fge6s1bzxkU/s320/DSCF0791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306575695953677986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SaS-euMKTqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EuZqXkK9x1c/s320/DSCF0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my Mom is was trying to get her and Bodey in the same pic but this is as close as they got! She loves the snow man as much as Bodey does!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-777423523446827427?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/777423523446827427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=777423523446827427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/777423523446827427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/777423523446827427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/sledding.html' title='Sledding!!!'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SaS9p8iBOFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sLPASF6ETL4/s72-c/DSCF0836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-5699870263709293266</id><published>2009-02-19T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:57:12.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate the hospital!</title><content type='html'>So I thought if you didn't know I should tell you since i keep getting yelled at for not telling people! This is the story! I found out I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; like 2 weeks ago but then I went to the Doctor and found out there was no heartbeat and so I had to get a a D&amp;amp;C. So I was kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bumbed&lt;/span&gt; but then again it has happened before so I was kinda prepared for the worst so we took it pretty good. I went to have a D&amp;amp;C on Friday and was fine but I wasn't getting any better. I was getting worse. I had the worst pains and was so sick. So on Monday at like 12:30 a.m. I had my Mom come over and Jon too me to the hospital! They admitted me and with a series of events that followed they found a ectopic pregnancy. The sack that they originally found was nothing no  embryo nothing. Weird! So I had to get emergency surgery and they had to remove the tube. Then later after the surgery I was in my room and I started to bleed out of my wound so bad the Doctor had to come back and put in stitches. It was kinda funny. Jon and I were the calmest people in the room. The nurses were frantic and were getting ready for me to go into shock or something. So I am fine and am going to live. But now I am lefty as my cousin Mandie asked what to call me now. This was for people that care, if you don't I am sorry for the graphic nature!&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this. I knew something wasn't right but I kept making excuses for it. That mistake really could of killed me. If it wasn't for my husband saying lets go now I would be in way worse shape so listen to your body, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-5699870263709293266?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5699870263709293266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=5699870263709293266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/5699870263709293266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/5699870263709293266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-hospital.html' title='I hate the hospital!'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-1718576469045065717</id><published>2009-02-16T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:58:36.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I thought since I haven't posted in a while I should. Thanks for all the great comments on Baby Didi. I am so excited to have her. I have no idea if we get to keep her though. I want to keep her if we can but we can't imagine someone giving up on this amazing baby. She sleeps all night and smiles and laughs all that time. We all just love her to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SZm4SDkYhPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3WlPgZDpsCk/s1600-h/DSCF0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303472656540534002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SZm4SDkYhPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3WlPgZDpsCk/s320/DSCF0790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so blessed to have her in our lives right now! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; really just loves her to death he always wants to hold her and to feed her. He has a real short attention span so it only lasts a second.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303473988213617218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SZm5fkb_MkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lBXZUw-GQQY/s320/DSCF0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You know when we first got her, she wouldn't let us hold her for a long time. She wouldn't look at us. She would look away a lot. She was so neglected that she didn't really know what it was like to have someone pay attention to her. Now she just loves it! She is so aware of her surroundings now and just loves the attention. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SZm9-_vg7HI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fk46Bfmf6tY/s1600-h/DSCF0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303478926165732466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SZm9-_vg7HI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fk46Bfmf6tY/s320/DSCF0840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves to suck her thumb. I think it is and has always been her comfort. We have made great strides with her just by doing what comes natural to us. I think it is so sad that it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; come natural to all people. She is an amazing child and I think she will be a great adult if given the chance. I pray for her that she will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;given&lt;/span&gt; great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; and the tools to be able to follow them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-1718576469045065717?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1718576469045065717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=1718576469045065717' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/1718576469045065717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/1718576469045065717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-i-thought-since-i-havent-posted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SZm4SDkYhPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3WlPgZDpsCk/s72-c/DSCF0790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-2428771212005008521</id><published>2009-01-29T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:51:22.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby DeeDee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well we have a had a very exciting past couple of days! We got a call and asked if we would take in a Baby for Foster/Adopt! It is a girl she is almost 3 months old! So cute we just all love her to death. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296772628769689778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SYHqpHHUULI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RO5LJmCu_NM/s320/DSCF0778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She has a terrible name so we are calling her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DeeDee&lt;/span&gt;! I won't put her real name just in case I offend someone!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296773170110421506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SYHrInxAWgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/H-wllrD8mBs/s320/DSCF0779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; is really excited if you can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that! He just loves her. She has that about her! Easy to fall in love with! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296774162262997378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SYHsCX0nOYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9qVR7Cc_oqg/s320/DSCF0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last pic, Sleeping babes are so cute! I hope to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;get o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; of her smiling one day! She has a great smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-2428771212005008521?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2428771212005008521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=2428771212005008521' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/2428771212005008521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/2428771212005008521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-deedee.html' title='Baby DeeDee!'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SYHqpHHUULI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RO5LJmCu_NM/s72-c/DSCF0778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-132104174459527933</id><published>2008-12-26T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:55:23.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287205230297381330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SV_tJOZ2edI/AAAAAAAAAGU/j1EJj2AZ55k/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Well Christmas was so fun and exciting. I was so excited this year I felt like a little kid again, but this time instead of waiting for Santa, I was able to be Santa. I was so thrilled because I was able to give him a puppy. He wanted one and well we all wanted one or needed one? Which ever it feels great. Bodey has just loved her ever since Christmas morning. He was so excited, and torn because he loved his puppy but all the other presents that Santa brought looked mighty good too! It was fun to watch him open all of his gifts and to see all the family. I love Christmas for that reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SV_vJb-zRpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1C3DntCOqgE/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287207432965277330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SV_vJb-zRpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1C3DntCOqgE/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SV_tJOZ2edI/AAAAAAAAAGU/j1EJj2AZ55k/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the puppy has arrived at our house they have been together everyday. If Bodey isn't carrying her around then she is following him to where ever they are going. It is too cute. She is part Mexican and part Chinese. Just kidding she is Chihuahua / Shih Tzu but she looks completely Chihuahua. She has a twin sister they were born in the same sack and everything my cousin has her but they look completely different. It is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SV_wj18gP2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QHB97mVhWhM/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287208986123190114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SV_wj18gP2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QHB97mVhWhM/s320/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bodey picked the name Chi Chi for her. (I know kinda embarrassing. What can I say Bodey is a BOOB man). My cousins kids named their dog Daisey. Daisey has floppy ears and is much bigger you cant tell by this photo but it is true. They are so cute. They wrestled the whole time they were together it was a Hilarius. This is the picture where Chi Chi is trying to get Daisey down the stairs. My cousins kid finally just pushed her down it was funny. Chi Chi just goes up and down and is into everything so it was fun to see the differences. They were much better dog owners than us. Daisey can already sit and stay. Chi Chi can run from us and poop in the house. If any of you have seen Marley and Me the movie. That is Jon and I we have no control when it comes to animals. We are just idiots when they can't talk to us so we will be buying obedience school for our new addition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-132104174459527933?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/132104174459527933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=132104174459527933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/132104174459527933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/132104174459527933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-cheer.html' title='Christmas Cheer'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SV_tJOZ2edI/AAAAAAAAAGU/j1EJj2AZ55k/s72-c/Picture+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-7265202859136143181</id><published>2008-12-17T21:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:31:54.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween in December??</title><content type='html'>I am so bad, I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUnq_5PcOXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ATsE3uyBifA/s1600-h/100_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at I am seriously a flake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;but I&lt;/span&gt; just had to get these picks out of the boys on Halloween. They are so funny and I didn't realize that I didn't get them off the camera. I made them pose and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; excited but I dangled some candy in front of them and then they settled right down. I know bad parent but smart parent. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HEHE&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281011205583341106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUnrtiOnBjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cbniDaTx1Ss/s320/100_1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; thought he was pretty cool. He just had to have is face painted, against my better judgement. I kept saying it is going to get everywhere and it did. Oh well I think it is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; in me to say no to everything that is fun to a kid. I think because if it is fun to a kid then it is probably messy. That means more work for me!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281006088260064754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUnnDqtqlfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8hWHKvWt65I/s320/100_1388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; he is a army man. All my neighbors said to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; "I thought you were going to dress up". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; runs around the neighborhood in army everything everyday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUno8NvzhCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8P170nQ8q5c/s1600-h/100_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281008159248581666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUno8NvzhCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8P170nQ8q5c/s200/100_1389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Tyler and Gage my foster kids that went home but they look so cute I just had to show them. Gage was so mad he had to be a pumpkin. We had a Army man a Police Man and a Pumpkin. He was ticked, but then everyone started saying how cute he looks and he warmed up to it pretty fast. I still miss the heck out of them but it is a lot easier without them. I think they taught me the easy isn't always better! Unless it is cleaning my house:)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUnpMP6WEsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5V80SAIOs5A/s1600-h/100_1391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281008434707567298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUnpMP6WEsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5V80SAIOs5A/s200/100_1391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-7265202859136143181?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7265202859136143181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=7265202859136143181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/7265202859136143181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/7265202859136143181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-bad.html' title='Halloween in December??'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUnrtiOnBjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cbniDaTx1Ss/s72-c/100_1392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-2685424196285850872</id><published>2008-12-08T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:53:15.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/ST302vqgWaI/AAAAAAAAACs/CFpjVcdzacU/s1600-h/100_1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277643559692949922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/ST302vqgWaI/AAAAAAAAACs/CFpjVcdzacU/s320/100_1456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so sad that now my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; is 5. I am so happy and sad at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;same time&lt;/span&gt;. I love that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; wear a diaper, he can feed himself and in the mornings when we are getting ready he is a lot of help. But other than those things he is growing so fast. I guess the saying is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; "Time flies when you are having fun." We are so luck to have this time with our kids and to watch them grow is so amazing. I remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bodeys&lt;/span&gt; first dream, He came in my room one morning so excited. He was about 2 1/2 (and if you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; he talked very good for his age. ) He &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/ST32WdNwEmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vT36GZWOcuQ/s1600-h/100_1470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277645204007948898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/ST32WdNwEmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vT36GZWOcuQ/s320/100_1470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;said "Mom!!! I went to the Moon Last night!!! I was with Andrew and this guy named I can't remember is name!!! We went to the Moon!!" I laughed so hard and said to him" Did you have a dream?" He sat there a minute and said, "It was a dream, I didn't know that you went to the moon while you were sleeping." Those little moments that just make you laugh and cry and sometimes do both at the same time. (IF you are a Moore you totally understand.) They make it all worth every bit of hard ships you would ever have as a Mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/ST33VmfZsxI/AAAAAAAAADM/BSC2z8CiafI/s1600-h/100_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277646288829657874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/ST33VmfZsxI/AAAAAAAAADM/BSC2z8CiafI/s320/100_1437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; and 10 Friends and their parents to Toads Family Fun Center! That was so fun. We played laser tag and all the adults played too. We bought pizza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;played&lt;/span&gt; video games and to tell you the truth it was really not that bad of a price. That Jimmy that owns the place really took care of us. You know what I loved this idea, this sounds bad but I loved that I didn't have to buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bodey&lt;/span&gt; a gift. I would just take credit from one of the other gifts there. Not really that was a joke, But I really didn't get him anything. I f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;igured&lt;/span&gt; a party was good enough. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HEHE&lt;/span&gt;..... I have to say that I am really sad that my only child is now a &lt;em&gt;BOY&lt;/em&gt; he is not a &lt;em&gt;baby&lt;/em&gt; or a &lt;em&gt;toddler&lt;/em&gt; he is a stinky, dirty the minute he gets out of the bath, talk back to Mom (not Dad) boy!!! Man I love that kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-2685424196285850872?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2685424196285850872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=2685424196285850872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/2685424196285850872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/2685424196285850872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday Blues'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/ST302vqgWaI/AAAAAAAAACs/CFpjVcdzacU/s72-c/100_1456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-5183412532268238678</id><published>2008-12-05T10:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:18:29.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first foster kids. Going home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/STluFIcBZ9I/AAAAAAAAACM/aEhay4F0AoE/s1600-h/100_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276369472884664274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/STluFIcBZ9I/AAAAAAAAACM/aEhay4F0AoE/s320/100_0987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye. We had to say goodbye to the little ones that were staying with us. It was time for them to leave. We are all so sad and feel so bad about it. This picture was taken the first week of them coming to my house. They were really sad and didn't trust us very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/STluavWLw8I/AAAAAAAAACU/GQs6RW0yOUY/s1600-h/100_0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276369844106412994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/STluavWLw8I/AAAAAAAAACU/GQs6RW0yOUY/s320/100_0978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then they blossomed into these amazing kids. It was so fun to watch time grow and be happy. They loved attention and loved animals. In fact animals loved Gage he is the little one. When we took them camping my in laws brought there dogs and those dogs hate everyone, except Gage he put them at ease. It was really neat to watch. I am going to miss the hell out of them. I have more pictures and well I am lazy and haven't got them off my camera. I also have to call the Geek Squad or someone because I have somehow lost every picture that I backed up on my jump drive. I am completely sick about it too. Any suggestions. I would love the help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-5183412532268238678?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5183412532268238678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=5183412532268238678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/5183412532268238678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/5183412532268238678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-foster-kids-going-home.html' title='My first foster kids. Going home.'/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/STluFIcBZ9I/AAAAAAAAACM/aEhay4F0AoE/s72-c/100_0987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960132807980259382.post-8027249030417471683</id><published>2008-09-28T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:51:33.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what I walked it to the other day. I think boys are so funny they totally love to dress up just like girls do. Just not like princesses, they like to be coyboys and Spiderman and whatever gage is. Helmet head!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SN-odYSyEfI/AAAAAAAAABk/vaNc2GmLChE/s1600-h/100_1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251100913228190194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SN-odYSyEfI/AAAAAAAAABk/vaNc2GmLChE/s320/100_1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SN-odXv6D5I/AAAAAAAAABs/D0PyXDz4aa8/s1600-h/100_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251100913081913234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SN-odXv6D5I/AAAAAAAAABs/D0PyXDz4aa8/s320/100_1130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gage!!! He has got to be one of the funniest kids. Very moody, but so funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SN-odtKY9SI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HCMtwpt8BKc/s1600-h/100_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251100918830134562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SN-odtKY9SI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HCMtwpt8BKc/s320/100_1135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tyler, He is very loving and kind. He has a devil side too!!! We only see it every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SN-od-OAycI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KSJaK0urpfY/s1600-h/100_1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251100923408730562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SN-od-OAycI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KSJaK0urpfY/s320/100_1152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ring leader Bodey!!! He is the one that gets all the kids in trouble. He is mine and we know he is just like me. It scares us all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960132807980259382-8027249030417471683?l=triplejandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8027249030417471683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5960132807980259382&amp;postID=8027249030417471683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/8027249030417471683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960132807980259382/posts/default/8027249030417471683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplejandkids.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-what-i-walked-it-to-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>The Jensens</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SUgxwyheLAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuBVVgIlRkE/S220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YOGDz5QX1A/SN-odYSyEfI/AAAAAAAAABk/vaNc2GmLChE/s72-c/100_1129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
