<?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-110198116421217207</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:27:46.669-07:00</updated><category term='poop'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='scootin&apos;'/><category term='Tessa'/><category term='Jammin&apos;'/><category term='4th of July'/><title type='text'>Sweety Peety</title><subtitle type='html'>Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us. - Eph. 3:20</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-8328172415240139876</id><published>2010-03-19T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:46:42.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug, Bees &amp; Flies</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been 5 months...we have missed Halloween, Caleb's 4th birthday, Thanksgiving, our children-less trip to Denver, Christmas, Twins turn 2, Tessa potty training, in the process of buying a new house...but Facebook has become the new blog...what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is too funny to pass up, so I thought I would write a little more than a 2-liner for FB.  The twins are TERRIFIED of bugs!  Now that the warmer weather is beginning to decend, the little critters of nature are showing their wriggly bodies and floundering faces.  When either Tessa or Jacob see anything moving or buzzing around, they immediately scream "bee!" or "bug" or "fly" and run to us.  Tessa especially is truly frightened and cries real tears of horror.  (It is kinda funny, actually!  Poor thing!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, we had the fly swatter out as Brian was killing off those over-grown mosquitos that have invaded greater Phoenix.  We decided to break the fear a little and give Jacob the swatter and see what he could "kill".  I told him, "Go kill the bugs for Mommy."  He actually got close enough to swat at them and he had fun!!  Tessa, not so much - she preferred the comfort of Mommy's lap.   Caleb jumped in and swatted some away, too.  All three of my boys are my heroes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-8328172415240139876?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8328172415240139876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=8328172415240139876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/8328172415240139876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/8328172415240139876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2010/03/bug-bees-flies.html' title='Bug, Bees &amp; Flies'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-4010664267294455999</id><published>2009-10-15T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:57:06.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got a Bam!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Grandma and Grandpa Berner, Caleb got his very first video game - and as an early birthday present.  I was actually okay with this because it is a knock-off of the Nintendo Wii, with only sports games that actually have you standing, swinging, coordinating, etc.  He really loves it and is starting to get quite good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night Caleb and I were bowling against each other and he was kicking my butt!  The kid can throw right down the middle.  Well, each time he rolled a strike, he would call out "Wow, I got a bam!"  The graphic that comes up on the screen shows an explosion of pins with the word "strike" with an exclamation mark, so I guess in his mind, it looks like a BAM.  So cute, and I know Brian was proud, seeing as he is quite the bowler.  Perhaps his legacy will live out in Caleb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-4010664267294455999?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4010664267294455999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=4010664267294455999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/4010664267294455999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/4010664267294455999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-bam.html' title='I Got a Bam!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-5188737448714208904</id><published>2009-09-18T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:52:53.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Updates</title><content type='html'>Dear, dear, long lost blog.  I havent forgotten about you, just been super side-tracked with lots of things.  I really need to update the pictures on here as we are coming up on them being a year old.  I cant believe Caleb will be four in less than two months! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing well, but boy are these times testing!  The past few months have been really hard on Brian and I trying to manage and stay patient with a very strong-willed, needy for attention three year old and 19 month old twins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob picked up a biting habit (in a worse way than Caleb ever did), so much so that we have taken him down from 5 days a week at daycare, to just 2 days a week.  Its not just biting, but a little bit of hitting, pinching and throwing stuff!  This has been very stressful for me and often leaves me wondering...what am I doing wrong, or does Jacob just not understand that what he is doing is wrong?  Is there something wrong?  I have had many tear-filled days over the past few months, but God has sustained me.  I have been avoiding writing it out b/c I just dont want to deal with it, but this is reality.  He is just the sweetest child, giving hugs and kisses and saying "Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy" with big smiles.  Thank you God for giving me my precious Jacob!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa is the most angelic creature God ever made!  Her new phrase is "I dont know" and her favorite color is "Le-lellow".  So cute.  She always wants to help Brian and I clean up in the kitchen after meals, so her favorite things to "play" with right now is a paper towel.  If you even attempt to take it away (as Jacob loves to do, just to mess with her) the cry she lets out makes you think you just killed her dog.  She is so possesive over the paper towel.  And dont even get me started on shoes.  Nothing makes her happier than bringing all of us our shoes or taking her shoes on and off and on and off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My realtionship with Caleb just keeps getting better and better as he gets older.  It seems that I just fall in love with him more and more week by week.  When I was pregnant with him, I just knew deep in my heart that God would give me a son as a first-born.  I wanted a little boy so bad, and God blessed me with the most beautiful, sweet, fun, energetic, compassionate child.  He just started doing this thing with his nose where he crinkles it up when he talks.  It just came out of nowhere, but it is so cute.  I dont think he knows he's doing it, but Brian and I think it makes him look a little bit older.  He is thriving in preschool and really loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that about all for now.  We need prayer for strength and patience.  The twins seem to throw about 10 fits a day, Caleb is whinny, but of course it is all worth it.  God is good all the time.  Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-5188737448714208904?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5188737448714208904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=5188737448714208904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/5188737448714208904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/5188737448714208904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/09/quick-updates.html' title='Quick Updates'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-1939577809578481405</id><published>2009-07-21T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:38:58.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey is for Father &amp; Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SmXvGK05dkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0Ra3Dkbi9Pk/s1600-h/boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360953820718921282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SmXvGK05dkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0Ra3Dkbi9Pk/s320/boys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/110198116421217207-1939577809578481405?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1939577809578481405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=1939577809578481405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1939577809578481405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1939577809578481405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/07/hockey-is-for-father-son.html' title='Hockey is for Father &amp; Son'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SmXvGK05dkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0Ra3Dkbi9Pk/s72-c/boys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-1817362001767739308</id><published>2009-07-06T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:51:31.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SlJ_T7hzfvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aN38krRNzMw/s1600-h/RKZ+73.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355482887270661874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SlJ_T7hzfvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aN38krRNzMw/s320/RKZ+73.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SlJ_GDN4cAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AI3IOzemTlE/s1600-h/RKZ+72.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355482648816414722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SlJ_GDN4cAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AI3IOzemTlE/s320/RKZ+72.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm laughing with you! My favorite part is Tessa's rooster hairdo!! &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/110198116421217207-1817362001767739308?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1817362001767739308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=1817362001767739308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1817362001767739308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1817362001767739308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-photo.html' title='Family Photo'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SlJ_T7hzfvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aN38krRNzMw/s72-c/RKZ+73.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-9135817127522186330</id><published>2009-07-02T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:38:05.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Song : Uncommon, Greg Long &amp; Kristy Starling</title><content type='html'>What if there's something bigger for me out there&lt;br /&gt;Than the comfort of a life on this middle ground&lt;br /&gt;I've played it safe but now I can't help but wonder&lt;br /&gt;If maybe I've been missing out&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I look around and see a sea of people&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's moving in the same direction&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's time for me to break away, break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to finally take the road less traveled&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away from anything typical&lt;br /&gt;I want the world to see the life I'm living&lt;br /&gt;And call it uncommon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the right thing was harder than the wrong thing&lt;br /&gt;But I did it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Standing strong even when no one else was watching&lt;br /&gt;What if I really lived that way&lt;br /&gt;Every heart has its defining moment&lt;br /&gt;This is mine and I'm not gonna miss it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it makes me look different&lt;br /&gt;I'm never letting go of my conviction&lt;br /&gt;Let the world see the life I'm living&lt;br /&gt;And call it uncommon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;Done with the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;With the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I made it to the end of my days here&lt;br /&gt;Only to find that my legacy was nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste another second&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength to start right now&lt;br /&gt;Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.. I take the road less traveled&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away from anything typical&lt;br /&gt;I want the world to see the life I'm living&lt;br /&gt;And call it uncommon&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it makes me look different&lt;br /&gt;I'm never letting go of my conviction&lt;br /&gt;Let the world see the life I'm living&lt;br /&gt;And call it uncommon&lt;br /&gt;Uncommon&lt;br /&gt;Call it uncommon&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the easy way out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-9135817127522186330?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/9135817127522186330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=9135817127522186330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/9135817127522186330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/9135817127522186330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-favorite-song-uncommon.html' title='My New Favorite Song : Uncommon, Greg Long &amp; Kristy Starling'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-5310329609818581917</id><published>2009-07-02T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:07:02.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Proud of My Little Fish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cN4eWNiw19k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cN4eWNiw19k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-5310329609818581917?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5310329609818581917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=5310329609818581917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/5310329609818581917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/5310329609818581917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-proud-of-my-little-fish.html' title='So Proud of My Little Fish!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-6111634823302158243</id><published>2009-06-11T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:23:50.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Wilderness</title><content type='html'>I have not posted in about a month, but truthfully it is because I have had my head in my Bible almost constantly, getting encouragement, comfort and love from our awesome God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian is doing great and I am more in love than ever.  Caleb is the apple of my eye and my little sweet man in every way.  Tessa has developed quite a little attitude, shaking her head no every time I ask for a kiss, but as sweet as pie none the less.  Jacob is at my feet all the time (a true mommy's boy), gives lots of hugs, yet has a lovely problem biting his friends at daycare.  I keep telling Brian he has a split personality!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, if you are reading this, please throw up a prayer for me.  I am learning that life is not always smiles and rainbows - even for me, the joyful, spunky Alyssa that you have always known.  Daily I am relying on God's strength, power and goodness to get me through.  As I look at the direction of our truly corrupt world, I rest in the promise of Jesus' imminent return - he WILL be here soon!  Jesus said to his disciples:  "In this world you will have trouble.  But take heart!  I have overcome the world." AMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-6111634823302158243?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6111634823302158243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=6111634823302158243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/6111634823302158243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/6111634823302158243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/06/through-wilderness.html' title='Through the Wilderness'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-456032192467156639</id><published>2009-05-14T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:19:05.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Wheel Defeat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/Sg2yAweQqII/AAAAAAAAAIw/cbfVzss3x2M/s1600-h/Calebbike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336116859585472642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/Sg2yAweQqII/AAAAAAAAAIw/cbfVzss3x2M/s200/Calebbike.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night after dinner, we went on our traditional family walk. Caleb decided to hop on his two-wheeler (with training wheels) as he has so many times in the past several months, but this time he actually took off down the street...riding as if he had been doing it for years! It was awesome! When he first got the bike, his little legs were too short to reach, but he has been capable of riding now for the past 6 months, I would say. He just hasnt pedaled forward - he wasnt "getting it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that Brian and I were a little sentimental watching him cruise up and down the sidewalks in our neighborhood. It is quite amazing watching your kids accomplish even the smallest of things. Not that this feat was small - it clearly was challenging for him, considering it took him 6 months to put the pedal to the medal!! I cant wait to watch him for it tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-456032192467156639?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/456032192467156639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=456032192467156639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/456032192467156639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/456032192467156639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/05/training-wheel-defeat.html' title='Training Wheel Defeat!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/Sg2yAweQqII/AAAAAAAAAIw/cbfVzss3x2M/s72-c/Calebbike.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-2176926888559611886</id><published>2009-05-04T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:35:32.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/Sf8ZEIzWmiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fA5nS04KMaM/s1600-h/TJ2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332008042703002146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/Sf8ZEIzWmiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fA5nS04KMaM/s320/TJ2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tessa ate her own poop! (no this is NOT the picture of it, just a cute pic of her, thanks, Ginger!).  So gross, I know - ahhhh, gag! Picture the most adorable, sweet, giving, loving 15 month old - and picture her diving into her own feces and eating it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday night we got all three out of the bath and I let Tessa run off into Caleb's room as we got the other two dressed for bed. She was being quiet and happy, and actually looking back to play peek-a-boo with us, so I thought all was well - and she was just occupying her sweet self. Well the quietness revealed itself a few minutes later as she trampled poop across the living room floor. At first I just thought, oh no, she pooped, let me clean her up. Well, as she approached me, I saw the poop all over her pacifier. The horror that I felt is indescribable!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did laugh through cleaning it up though - I remember my nana telling me that my dad ate poop as a kid and one of my friend's daughters did the same at about a year old. I knew she would survive, by all means and I knew she most likely wouldnt even get sick. But, that is just plain gross and a story that we will be re-told for years to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-2176926888559611886?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2176926888559611886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=2176926888559611886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/2176926888559611886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/2176926888559611886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/Sf8ZEIzWmiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fA5nS04KMaM/s72-c/TJ2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-396537511061080395</id><published>2009-04-23T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:04:47.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Go To Heaven, Mommy</title><content type='html'>As I was strapping Caleb into his car seat yesterday morning, he blulrted out with a genuinely sad tone, "Mommy I wanna to go to heaven.  I have been waiting a long, long time to go to heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as long as me, honey!!  :)  Nontheless, tremendously adorable - and even at 3, he recognizes that this is not our home.  Praise God!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-396537511061080395?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/396537511061080395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=396537511061080395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/396537511061080395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/396537511061080395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanna-go-to-heaven-mommy.html' title='I Wanna Go To Heaven, Mommy'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-2788578375331163622</id><published>2009-04-16T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:10:10.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All That I Can Say...</title><content type='html'>Lord I'm tired So tired from walking And Lord I'm so alone&lt;br /&gt;And Lord the dark Is creeping in Creeping up To swallow me&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stop Rest here a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: And this is all that I can say right now&lt;br /&gt;And this is all that I can give&lt;br /&gt;And this is all that I can say right now&lt;br /&gt;And this is all that I can give, that's my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord didn't You see me cry'n? And didn't You hear me call Your name?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it You I gave my heart to? I wish You'd remember Where you sat it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: And this is all that I can say right now, i know it's not much.&lt;br /&gt;But this is all that I can give, yeah that's my everything.&lt;br /&gt;This is all that I can say right now [right now], i know it's not much.&lt;br /&gt;But this is all that I can give, yeah that's my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge: I didn't notice You were standing here&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that That was You holding me&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice You were cry'n too&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that That was You washing my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is all This is all that I can say right now, oh i know its not much.&lt;br /&gt;But this is all that I can give, yeah that's my everything.&lt;br /&gt;This is all that I can say right now [right now], i know it's not much.&lt;br /&gt;But this is all that I can give, yeah that's my everything.&lt;br /&gt;This is all that I can say right now, oh i know it's not much.&lt;br /&gt;But this is all that I can give, yeah that's my everything..&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's my everything.. yeah that's my everything.. everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, David Crowder.  Thanks, Adam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-2788578375331163622?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2788578375331163622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=2788578375331163622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/2788578375331163622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/2788578375331163622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-that-i-can-say.html' title='All That I Can Say...'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-7117505239541755109</id><published>2009-04-10T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:13:43.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Ready for the Ice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/du9EvJalL8o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/du9EvJalL8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-7117505239541755109?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7117505239541755109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=7117505239541755109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/7117505239541755109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/7117505239541755109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-ready-for-ice.html' title='He&apos;s Ready for the Ice!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-2131774935028151717</id><published>2009-03-23T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:45:27.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Loves Me This I Know</title><content type='html'>In church this weekend our Children's Ministry ran the services.  At one point in the message one of the speakers, and a friend of mine, Carey, had the lyrics to Jesus Loves Me up on the screen.  She had all of us sing it out loud to resonate how much Jesus truly does love us, and realize that timeless song is not just for kids in a Sunday School class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sang the words, I just bowed my head and let the words penetrate my heart.  I know deep down that Jesus loves me, but I think so often I get caught up in him loving everyone else and forgot how much those words in our incredible are for ME too!  I fill my thoughts with my kids and how fearfully and wonderfully made &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; are.  I forget that Jesus loves me, too, just as much as he loves my babies.  I am a child of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Loves Me This I know&lt;br /&gt;For the Bible Tells Me So&lt;br /&gt;Little Ones to Him Belong&lt;br /&gt;They are Weak But He is Strong&lt;br /&gt;Yes Jesus Loves Me&lt;br /&gt;Yes Jesus Loves Me&lt;br /&gt;Yes Jesus Loves Me&lt;br /&gt;The Bible Tells Me So&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-2131774935028151717?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2131774935028151717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=2131774935028151717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/2131774935028151717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/2131774935028151717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/jesus-loves-me-this-i-know.html' title='Jesus Loves Me This I Know'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-7265183235885715508</id><published>2009-03-21T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:10:59.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Squirt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/ScV94TWl9tI/AAAAAAAAAIY/RT77KY7P2vU/s1600-h/squirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315793341401921234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/ScV94TWl9tI/AAAAAAAAAIY/RT77KY7P2vU/s200/squirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tessa is taking four to five steps at a time all the sudden! Last night she began and today it has continued. She is so adorable. I have begun calling her "my little squirt"! I know, I know, too dorky and I would have HATED anyone calling me anything of the sort when I was little, but I am her mommy so I can call her whatever I please :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean c'mon, she is just barely over 28 inches tall - in the 7th percentile for her height (wonder why?) has the tiniest little hands and feet and every feature about her is just so petite. She is my little squirt, plain and simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have actually been in terrible agony over her the past few months. So much so that I have made myself physically ill and have checked out mentally a few times. My family has suffered, my work has suffered and my heart has suffered. I wont go into specific detail except to say that God clearly gave me Tessa as one of his most precious blessings. She was given to me to teach me things, stretch my soul, make me laugh, make me cry and draw me closer to my Creator. It has been evident from the very first days of her life that God is using her existence to change me-and God is not through with me yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/ScWBAGSBd1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/l8fn_7vS7-I/s1600-h/tessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315796773866927954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/ScWBAGSBd1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/l8fn_7vS7-I/s200/tessa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you, Lord for the most perfect blessing of Tessa Jean Renee Peterson. I will always pray for her, and I will always believe you will do a miracle - just not yet sure who needs it more, her or me... &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/110198116421217207-7265183235885715508?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7265183235885715508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=7265183235885715508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/7265183235885715508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/7265183235885715508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-squirt.html' title='Little Squirt!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/ScV94TWl9tI/AAAAAAAAAIY/RT77KY7P2vU/s72-c/squirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-8286761560001084254</id><published>2009-03-05T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:08:08.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin' on Sunshine...</title><content type='html'>Whoa, oh!  Although I dont have a picture yet, Mr. Jacob began really walking across the room on Monday night, March 2nd!  He is so adorable.  Of course right now he walks with hands out to the side for balance, as I remember Caleb doing the same at first, too.  I wonder what everything looks likes to him from this cool, new perspective.  Right now he is doing about 50% walking 50% crawling, but in no time, the heel toe express will be his preferred method of transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the cutest and sweetest thing in all of this is the fact that Tessa has decided she is not going to sit back and watch Jacob be triumphant without her!  Little Miss Thing took four steps yesterday and cannot stop standing straight up from her sitting position.  She is showing so much interest in walking that I think she will be taking off in about 1-2 weeks herself!  This is so bittersweet for me!  With all that I have been through emotionally and sickness wise with the twins, it is 99.9% certain we are done conceiving children, so all these "firsts" are also lasts.  I do cherish everything.  Now, if we could just get them to drink milk out of a sippy cup...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-8286761560001084254?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8286761560001084254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=8286761560001084254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/8286761560001084254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/8286761560001084254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/walkin-on-sunshine.html' title='Walkin&apos; on Sunshine...'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-3947106182626026604</id><published>2009-03-02T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:43:28.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/Sa3AeVdm43I/AAAAAAAAAIA/f3IYuCFXvuc/s1600-h/jacob.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309111163129619314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/Sa3AeVdm43I/AAAAAAAAAIA/f3IYuCFXvuc/s320/jacob.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I have decided to devote this entire post to Jacob. He is without a doubt the "smiliest" baby of the bunch and when he gets a really wide one going, you just crack up because, as my father says, "the gap is so big that you could drive a train through his two front teeth!" But his teeth are just adorable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the last two weeks or so, Jacob has discovered pointing and he is interested in EVERYTHING! Right now, his favorite thing to do is point to something and say "Dat?" It is so precious - you can tell he really just wants to know what everything is. And he just goes bananas over dogs. We were at the Surprise Park two weeks ago and of course there were lots of cuties on leashes. He just stared, pointed and crawled closer. He wanted to pet each one and would smile so big as they got closer. His other favorite word (and has been for several months) is dada. He sings dada all day - very cute. Mama will only appear at the end of the night when he is extremely tired and needs to be put to bed or when he doesnt feel good and needs TLC from me. But the thing that stinks is that due to these circumstances, mama is only echoed in a whine :( Dada is sung is praises while mama's getting the whiny shaft. I supposed that is okay though, b/c no one can comfort a child like a Mommy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the physical side of things, Jacob Wayne Peterson began taking steps three weeks ago on February 7th! He wobbled kind of all day and ended up victorious with six in a row! woo hoo! But still has not gone farther than those six. Brian thinks it will be this week, and I kind of think so too. He was being quite adventurous this week. But he better hurry b/c Tessa is coming in right behind him. All of 27.5 inches tall, she can stand up from a sitting position with no help and she held onto my finger this weekend and walked all around. (So I gave Tessa a little plug, there!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quickly an update on the medical side of things...Jacob has had an ear infection since Feb. 9th that he just cant kick and we have been through three rounds of antibiotics - so tired of the drugs in my children - argh!!! So, Tessa is scheduled for tubes on April 1st and I am hoping to get him in the same day. My poor babies and these ear infections! The tubes did wonders for Caleb and I am praying that God will just take care of these angels, leading me to wisdom-filled decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, Caleb and Jacob are best friends. They make each other laugh and just have so much fun together. When the twins are too close, Jacob likes to take toys from Tessa, knock her over to get to where he wants to go and smack her on the head. What a little bully! They definitely have opposite personalities. But he is still my sweet little bugger who loves to give kisses, have daddy throw him on the couch and snuggle with mama!&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/110198116421217207-3947106182626026604?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3947106182626026604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=3947106182626026604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/3947106182626026604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/3947106182626026604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/dat.html' title='Dat?'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/Sa3AeVdm43I/AAAAAAAAAIA/f3IYuCFXvuc/s72-c/jacob.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-697035894342829210</id><published>2009-02-17T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:53:06.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Abe!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a dream - it could not have gone any better. I was home all day with Caleb, Tessa and Jacob due to Presidents' Day, and although we did not reflect on the past accomplishments of our forefathers, we did have a fantastic day of playing, smiling and laughing! The twins didn't even fuss once all day - I am still in disbelief. Caleb was such a big helper and good boy for me. He kept the twins entertained while I cleaned up the kitchen after each meal and snack and he gave them lots of kisses and hugs. We had a blast!! I thank God for this amazing day with my children - especially since the last month has been so hard with Tessa being hospitalized for pneumonia and Jacob's croup and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;outrageous&lt;/span&gt; fevers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has really been tugging at heart through all this family sickness, reminding me that he is God and I most certainly am not. No matter the situation, God is in control. Even when it comes to my children...he lets me know that they really arent mine - they are His and I can freely relinquish them back into his loving arms after I have taken the burdens yet again. Learning, forgetting, remembering, knowing, releasing, taking and repeating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God for being patient with me. Thank you for your peace and unfailing love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-697035894342829210?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/697035894342829210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=697035894342829210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/697035894342829210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/697035894342829210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/02/thanks-abe.html' title='Thanks, Abe!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-4890919633396480281</id><published>2009-02-03T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:52:03.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Please Have a Re-Do?</title><content type='html'>So the twins turned one last week and last Sunday, we had a small family party at our house.  Nothing fancy - just burgers, cake and balloons.  Well, the twins hated EVERYTHING!  They hated their food, they hated all the people, they even hated their cake.  The only highlight was when we put them in the bath to clean off all the cake.  But, of course the screaming commenced as they were being pulled from the water.  What a disaster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask for the "re-do" because Monday morning rolls around and they were both complete angels.  They have been complete angels since last Monday, in fact.  I supposed the re-do will have to take place just about a year from now...And, I will save you all the misery of posting pictures, b/c all you would get is teary eyes and frowning faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor sweet Tessa is home today with brochiolitis - the second time this month.  I hope it is just a fluke and the poor baby doesnt start having issues.  She just always has something.  I continually pray for God's healing on her body.  The great news is that she gained a pound over the last 12 days.  So, her official weight at one year is 17 pounds, 15 ounces.  My little petite sweetie!  (Side note:  at one year, I weighed 17 pounds, 7 ounces).  Like mother, like daughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-4890919633396480281?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4890919633396480281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=4890919633396480281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/4890919633396480281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/4890919633396480281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-we-please-have-re-do.html' title='Can We Please Have a Re-Do?'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-7980934752590206330</id><published>2009-01-05T14:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:03:22.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wrap-Up</title><content type='html'>Well, the month of December was obviously busy - both at home and work, due to the ONE post I published during the month. We had a blast during this holiday season! Caleb got to experience ice skating and the twins had their very first Christmas! Thank you to everyone for the great memories and thoughtful gifts for the kids! To sum it all up, here it is in pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb Ice Skating with Daddy in late December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKMoy3_EoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KKDYUU31PP0/s1600-h/Caleb+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287943544965632642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKMoy3_EoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KKDYUU31PP0/s320/Caleb+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;"Go Tell It on the Mountain!" Caleb participating in his very first church Christmas Play on December 13th. (He is in the red shirt between the girls in teal and white)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKHhUm8OrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dt5DEllfqHY/s1600-h/xmasplay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287937919023856306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKHhUm8OrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dt5DEllfqHY/s400/xmasplay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...A Savior has been born in Bethlehem...you will find Him lying in a manger..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKIUKfJDZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bmS13DGoO2g/s1600-h/Caleb+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287938792480116114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKIUKfJDZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bmS13DGoO2g/s320/Caleb+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa's first baby &amp;amp; Jacob rolling in the wrapping on Christmas Eve @ Nana &amp;amp; Papa's House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKJJElJfDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NvudIF7XDls/s1600-h/Twins+554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287939701427764274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKJJElJfDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NvudIF7XDls/s200/Twins+554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKJsRjtVcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5mMB0QoRcHc/s1600-h/Twins+561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287940306206807490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKJsRjtVcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5mMB0QoRcHc/s200/Twins+561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MMMM! Wrapping Paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKKcPqocFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FSpl5vPONP8/s1600-h/Twins+570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287941130332696658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKKcPqocFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FSpl5vPONP8/s200/Twins+570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKKyToumcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ADYK4MM5lgk/s1600-h/Twins+575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287941509355575746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKKyToumcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ADYK4MM5lgk/s200/Twins+575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Candy Canes for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKLhOxTnVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QV_Q7PqU0js/s1600-h/Twins+580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287942315503230290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKLhOxTnVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QV_Q7PqU0js/s320/Twins+580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKLNCrUWvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NZkfFp9PXvM/s1600-h/Twins+580.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Aftermath!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKMEOO9pMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HSFjzquYMeE/s1600-h/Caleb+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287942916654605506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKMEOO9pMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HSFjzquYMeE/s320/Caleb+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/110198116421217207-7980934752590206330?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7980934752590206330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=7980934752590206330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/7980934752590206330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/7980934752590206330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-wrap-up.html' title='Christmas Wrap-Up'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SWKMoy3_EoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KKDYUU31PP0/s72-c/Caleb+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-8316895884720827039</id><published>2008-12-01T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:44:19.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG Decision to Make</title><content type='html'>For the last several months I have been researching, studying and basically consuming myself about infant vaccinations. This all came to be b/c for a moment in time about five months ago,I was concerned about Jacob's development. Now I admit, I am definitely a person who assumes right away, makes initial comments without all the facts, and worries a ton! So, to say that Jacob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; developing "normally" was completely in my head and no pediatrician would have backed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;presumptuous&lt;/span&gt; thoughts that I kept bottled up inside. (To fast forward really quick - Jacob is a perfectly active, sweet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smiley&lt;/span&gt; and curious 10 month old who loves his mama more than anything!). But...I am glad that these thoughts were provoked because it allowed my eyes to be opened to the potentially harmful and unproven effectiveness of vaccinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Caleb was a baby these thoughts never came close to entering my mind. I would take him to the doctor to be weighed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;measured&lt;/span&gt; and given his shots...because that is just what you do. I really never even thought that I was doing something healthy or good for him, I simply just thought is was the law or something. When the twins came along, it was all the same thing. They have been vaccinated through 6 months and Caleb's last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vaccination&lt;/span&gt; was at 18 months. But even still with that, the twins have so far each received 14 shots and Caleb, 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing those numbers written stirs up a lot of anger inside. I cringe every time I think about the injections &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; decided to give my children. Knowing all the dangers that these shots pose, I feel it is far more safe to suspend them indefinitely, rather than schedule them and face the unknown of what could happen. The main potential &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;diagnosis&lt;/span&gt; being &lt;a href="http://www.autismspeaks.org/be_informed.php"&gt;autism&lt;/a&gt;.  The other factor is the lack of effectiveness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days have passed since I first made the decision along with Brian, I have only felt stronger and stronger about our decision to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;halt&lt;/span&gt; the vaccines. There are just too many unknowns about the dangers of them and I will not have my kids be experimental guinea pigs just because they happen to be born into this generation that still does not know what is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;causing&lt;/span&gt; the increase in autism and tons of other childhood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;diseases&lt;/span&gt; for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As parents, we go the extra mile to buy organic food, breastfeed and buy the safest car seats for our kids, (because we have done &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; positive studies &amp;amp; research) yet we turn around and inject them with brain injuring needles that can harm them for the rest of their lives.  We just have to be more aware and ask questions about why we do what we do!  DO THE RESEARCH - it is there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believe our diets have much to do with the increase in cancer, arthritis, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Parkinson's&lt;/span&gt;, etc. but I will save those thoughts for another post.  I know this is a controversial issue and some may not agree with it, but for my family this is our choice.  We are living in a world that is sicker than it has ever been - a world that is falling apart in so many ways and this is one of the ways I feel I can protect my kids - as "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;oxymoronish&lt;/span&gt;" as that sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God placed it on my heart to continue the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt; I have done and I believe 100% that He is protecting my kids from something horrible.  I understand that tomorrow is always full of the unknown, but as I continue to trust in God, I know that he is doing his will and his best for our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-8316895884720827039?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8316895884720827039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=8316895884720827039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/8316895884720827039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/8316895884720827039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-decision-to-make.html' title='BIG Decision to Make'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-7475021564218017946</id><published>2008-11-26T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:06:41.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Talk?</title><content type='html'>I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. I have been day-dreaming about how it would be and when it might happen. Well, this morning, November 26th, it happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the cribs in the twins' room situated across from each other on opposite walls. It is the only way all the furniture would fit into that tiny 10 x11 room anyway. This morning as usual, I heard commotion coming from the nursery with Tessa's voice (cry) resonating the loudest - BIG SURPRISE! :) I walk in to find both babies standing up, holding onto the crib rail, looking and "talking" to each other! It was priceless! Tessa was moaning at Jacob as if to say, "Can you please get me out of here?" And sweet Jacob stood there, smiling through his pacifier at her, probably wondering when she might calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they both saw me come through the door, Tessa cried louder and Jacob smiled wider. I have very different personalities on my hands. Next time I will grab the camera and post a picture. They are so precious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-7475021564218017946?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7475021564218017946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=7475021564218017946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/7475021564218017946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/7475021564218017946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/11/wanna-talk.html' title='Wanna Talk?'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-2940530353249593142</id><published>2008-11-20T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:05:17.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You For The Ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SSXOv3izk7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KcV6pQ4XI-8/s1600-h/OriginalRanch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270846260666143666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SSXOv3izk7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KcV6pQ4XI-8/s200/OriginalRanch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is pure joy becoming a parent. You enter a new and profound arena of life that you knew existed, but could have never understood unless this tiny child came to be yours. I also consider it pure joy knowing my savior, Jesus Christ as I venture through this earthly portion of my existence. Without his clear direction for what this life on earth is, I would be a lifeless embodiment, floating through on my way to nowhere. It is all because of Jesus, we are alive and this daily belief and living pours over into our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two nights ago I prepared one of my family's favorite meals, chicken croissants. I paired them with some raw veggies and and side of Ranch dressing. As we sat down to eat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb says&lt;/strong&gt;: "We need to pray."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: "Okay, would you like to pray tonight?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt;: "Yes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt;: "God...thank you for our food. Thank you for Jesus. Thank you that Jesus rose from the cross. Thank you for the Ranch. In Jesus' name, Amen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the prayer is adorable (the "thank you that Jesus rose from the cross" part is my favorite), but this prayer was a maturating moment in Caleb's relationship with God. As he began his prayer, my eyes began to fill with tears. I looked up at Brian and he had tears streaming down his face, too. For the first time in his life, Caleb really spoke to God from his heart. Nothing was rehearsed, nothing was silly. It was a real, raw, straight from the heart connection with the God of the universe. Every other time Caleb has prayed at dinner it has been the "God is great, God is good" rendition that he has come to know from preschool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in awe in of God. I am amazed that he reaches out and grabs the hearts of the tiniest souls and draws them to himself. I really wonder at three years old how Caleb perceives God. Does he understand that God is everywhere even though he cant see him? Does he really get that Jesus was the man in flesh that embodied God the father when he was present on earth? Does he comprehend that God loves him more than Brian and I could ever accomplish? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do know that he has incredible faith and trust. He believes that God is real. He sees Jesus through Brian and I (though faulty) and wants to be like us so much. Thank you, God for Caleb William Peterson and his heart so full of wonder and belief...and thank you for the Ranch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-2940530353249593142?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2940530353249593142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=2940530353249593142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/2940530353249593142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/2940530353249593142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-for-ranch.html' title='Thank You For The Ranch'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SSXOv3izk7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KcV6pQ4XI-8/s72-c/OriginalRanch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-929148788762173411</id><published>2008-11-18T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:16:14.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepin' &amp; Crawlin'</title><content type='html'>I have waited a week to post this because I have been patiently awaiting my sweet Tessa to begin the independent milestone of crawling, but to date it has not "really" happened, so I will brag on Jacob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor bugger has literally been on hands and knees since the end of September with no luck.  He has gone backwards, scooted, collapsed, rocked and rolled, and he was finally victorious on Friday, November 7th - the day after Caleb's 3rd birthday.  He was slow going, but was definitely in the right direction, now, just 10 or so days later he is, of course, all over the house!  It is fun to watch him go.  His favorite thing is to move toward a piece of furniture, hoping to pull himself up and in the last day he has been successful.  Brian had to lower his crib b/c he is pulling himself up to stand.  He just loves the independence - you can see it in his smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Tessa...I still am trying to figure her out.  She can be the more outgoing twin, but on the flip side she can be passive and quiet.  She usually lets Jacob pulls toys away from her without much of a fight.  In the last week she has managed to go from an "on all fours" position to sitting up.  I am so proud of her b/c that takes a lot of strength....but this is now deferring her from crawling b/c if she gets on her hands and knees, she immediately sits up on her little booty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exciting thing that happened last night was that she kind of crawled, but it looked like a motion that Gollum from Lord of the Rings would do.  We set out Brian's keys quite a ways away from her and she motioned forward, got into a splits position (the legs in a V one) and kind of scooted herself to the keys.  She made it - in a very interesting fashion, but she made it!  Caleb never did get the "traditional" crawl down.  He always had one knee down and one foot down - to each his or her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other milestones, Caleb now spells his name if asked.  C-A-L-E-B.com.  It is hilarious, don't know where the .com came from, but kids are funny - they just do and say silly things.  Jacob began clapping his hands over the last 4-5 days and you can tell how proud of himself he is!  Tessa is now beginning to pull herself up to stand.  She did it today in her crib at preschool, so tonight we will need to lower her crib more than Brian did over the weekend.  She is so tiny and to see her stand and pull up is just crazy.  I imagine in the next week my Angelic Angelfish will become Crawly Crabs.  Oh, and Caleb just graduated to the 3 year old class, Salty Seals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-929148788762173411?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/929148788762173411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=929148788762173411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/929148788762173411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/929148788762173411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/11/creepin-crawlin.html' title='Creepin&apos; &amp; Crawlin&apos;'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-8600508358993749968</id><published>2008-11-07T14:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:23:17.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SRTC39hc9TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/H2GICjl3Vus/s1600-h/caleb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266048130966418738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SRTC39hc9TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/H2GICjl3Vus/s320/caleb3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a heartbreaker! My little man turned the BIG 3 yesterday. I am so proud to be his mama. Caleb has brought me so much joy, laughter, challenges, inspiration and most of all LOVE. The day Caleb came into this world was the most indescribable, incredible, exciting day of my life. I am convinced that nothing will ever compare to that experience. I have been a changed woman since my precious Caleb was born. I am in awe of his physical being, the sound of his voice, his intelligence, his playfulness and his love of experiencing something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how much is learned and how much he has grown in three short years. He says and recognizes letters (not all of them yet), can count to 20 with ease, knows all of his shapes and colors, recites books, speaks very articulately, draws circles and the letter C while attempting others, dresses himself, is potty trained other than a Pull Up at night, and gives love and affection to his younger siblings. He has also memorized four different Bible verses: 2 Timothy 4:7, Genesis 1:1, Proverbs 3:5 &amp;amp; Isaiah 41:10. He is really becoming quite a young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God who handpicked Caleb to be my son. It has not been easy, but it has been the greatest adventure of my life. I sincerely look forward to all his years to come, seeking God's wisdom, strength and patience to show Caleb what this life is all about - Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my good friend Carrie Fay for capturing this shot of Caleb in our kitchen just two weeks before his third birthday. In this photo I see quite a young man. I see the gentle and sweet husband of a wonderful wife. I see a dad so much like his own, who loves his kids more than life. I see a man in love with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Update from the previous post: Battery was never recovered, but the x-ray confirmed that it is somewhere in the El Mirage sewer system.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-8600508358993749968?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8600508358993749968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=8600508358993749968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/8600508358993749968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/8600508358993749968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/11/hes-3.html' title='He&apos;s 3!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SRTC39hc9TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/H2GICjl3Vus/s72-c/caleb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-1541438329011603307</id><published>2008-10-30T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:49:31.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got To Be Kidding, Right?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this entry is pretty serious, but apparently not as important as my High School Reunion, since that is what I unraveled first thing Monday morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you are all aware of Caleb's personality - a dare devil at heart, throwing caution to the wind with no sense of danger or how a simple action he takes could have a detrimental effect on his little life...(I kinda love that about him, though!). But this past Sunday he really scared Mommy and Daddy and we landed ourselves in the E.R.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were driving over to Auntie B's house on the 101 when &lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt; says: "Where did it go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brian&lt;/strong&gt;: "Where did what go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt;: "The battery?" (He was holding a toy car that held three of those round batteries, much like you would find in a watch).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brian&lt;/strong&gt;: "Caleb, did you open your car and lose the battery?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt;: "Where did it go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brian&lt;/strong&gt;: "Caleb, where is the battery?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt;: (Just slowly points to his mouth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: (Begin dialing Poison Control)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brian&lt;/strong&gt;: "Caleb, did you swallow the battery?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt;: "Yes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we pull over off the freeway and Brian begins to search the car for all three batteries, hoping that Caleb just said he swallowed it - but didnt. Unfortunately, only two of the three batteries are recovered. In the meantime, Poison Control is telling us we need to go to E.R. to get an X-Ray to make sure the battery is going down the right path, and not getting stuck somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SQnk6LuF_PI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NrhUJ7HRQr8/s1600-h/Caleb+Battery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262989327788801266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SQnk6LuF_PI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NrhUJ7HRQr8/s320/Caleb+Battery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We roll into Arrowhead hospital and luckily we were in and out in just over an hour. The X-Ray definitely confirmed the truth Caleb was telling us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am kinda just having fun with this now, knowing that he is okay. My first thought was he was going to have some toxic level of battery acid spill inside him and that is why I called poison control - not true. Their main concern is that he passes it. Well, let me just tell you how much fun the last few days of that has been - NOT FUN. But I suppose when you are a parent, you roll up your sleeve, put the plastic glove on your hand and search for the long lost battery that will eventually exit your 2 year old son's body. As of today, Thursday, he has not passed the sucker, so if he doesnt pass it by tomorrow, we will be going back into the E.R. for another X-Ray to "find" it. I guess there are a few spots in the large intestine where foreign objects that should have never entered the body in the first place can get stuck. So, I am really hoping it comes out tonight or tomorrow morning. I think I might resolve to offer him some mineral oil in his chocolate milk today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I am really surprised we didnt end up in the E.R. earlier than this with Caleb - but for sure I thought it would have been for some sort of broken bone. I am thankful he is okay and will write an update after the battery leaves his body in some way, shape or form. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-1541438329011603307?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1541438329011603307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=1541438329011603307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1541438329011603307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1541438329011603307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/youve-got-to-be-kidding-right.html' title='You&apos;ve Got To Be Kidding, Right?'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SQnk6LuF_PI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NrhUJ7HRQr8/s72-c/Caleb+Battery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-6549894609973012761</id><published>2008-10-27T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:07:47.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>98! 98! 98!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SQY6hQoHx5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y8Jely9UC7k/s1600-h/Alyssa(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261957557702346642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SQY6hQoHx5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y8Jely9UC7k/s320/Alyssa(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the chanting of the numbers still in my head as all four classes collaborated in the high school gymnasium for the latest pep rally, each class supporting their graduating year. (The chanting of 98! was &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; the loudest). In high school I was full of school spirit and an insane amount of hormones. My memories are lovely - great friends, cool teachers, fun dances, honor roll, NHS, Softball, Algebra &amp;amp; French class and of course Tyler Mehlhorn. The love of my then life. My home life was another story, so school and friends were surely my positive escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the weekend, I celebrated my 10 year high school reunion. For some reason I have been looking forward to this night for 10 years. I had a such a great high school experience and couldnt wait for this night to finally arrive. I still keep in touch with a few great friends and we all met up beforehand and went in together. The room was very empty when we first arrived, but quickly began to fill with familiar faces. I checked in and pinned the nametag above on my shorts - too funny! All in all there were about 100 people to show out of a class of 473 - yes I remember the number of graduates. I was proud of myself for making conversation with people I hadnt see in 10 years (although that really isnt a weakness of mine). I only sat down to eat my pre-fab taco meat Mexican dish (barf!) and mingled the rest of the time. Of course, most people huddled around the bar the entire night, but I was able to have some good conversations and laughed at recollections from a decade ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we ate, our class president grabbed a mic and announced that there would be four awards given out: Person who lives the farthest from AZ, Person who has been married the longest, Person with the most children and Person who has changed the least. I won one of the awards, in a tie-breaker. There were several of us with three children, but since I was the blessed one to have twins, I got to take home the cheap, tacky blue ribbon button that is a walking advertisement for Great Reunions.com. (I felt proud, though!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a fun night. I am glad I went. Before the night arrived I resolved not to put anyones cell number in my phone or write down anyones email address. I am not one of those "oh, yeah, we should totally get together - I'll call you" people. The fact is, I am such a busy working wife and mom that I dont have time to even talk to the friends who are currently in my life. For the record, I didnt see much of that happening anyway, so others must feel the same. I will rate my night as an 8 out of 10 and look forward to the 20 year reunion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-6549894609973012761?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6549894609973012761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=6549894609973012761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/6549894609973012761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/6549894609973012761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/98-98-98.html' title='98! 98! 98!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SQY6hQoHx5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y8Jely9UC7k/s72-c/Alyssa(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-2324408316002382141</id><published>2008-10-15T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:54:50.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splits!</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I witnessed something I didnt think any 8 month old could accomplish.  My sweet tiny, less than 25 inch long Tessa managed to do the splits!  It wasnt just the regular splits, legs in a "V" - I am talking Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader splits!  She was sitting on the floor in her preschool class when some interesting toy caught her attention.  She went to reach for it and decided to place one leg behind her while keeping the other leg straight.  It was magnificent - almost like she was trying to show off for everyone in a gymnastics competition!  I was so wishing I had my camera with me...so to all of you reading this, just use your imagination.  If I happen to catch her doing it again, I will try to get a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-2324408316002382141?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2324408316002382141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=2324408316002382141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/2324408316002382141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/2324408316002382141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/splits.html' title='Splits!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-7961471916279496898</id><published>2008-10-03T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:11:10.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SOp-FgQ8UnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KDEAAWTyNuc/s1600-h/zachhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254150548306547314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SOp-FgQ8UnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KDEAAWTyNuc/s200/zachhome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; King David rejoicing in God's strength, joy and eternal victory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Lord, the king rejoices in your strength. How great is his joy in the victories you give! You have granted him the desire of his &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and have not withheld the request of his lips. You welcomed him with rich blessings and placed a crown of pure gold on his head. He asked you for life, and you gave it to him - length of days forever and ever. Through the victories you gave, his glory is great; you have bestowed on him splendor and majesty. Surely you have granted him eternal blessings and made him glad with the joy of your presence. For the king trusts in the Lord; through the unfailing love of the Most High, he will not be shaken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Psalm 21:1-7 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant help but read these verses King David wrote so many years ago and get emotional about our 3 year old nephew, Zachary who is on his way home from the hospital after 10 days ago, having a very delicate and intense heart transplant surgery. He is doing fantastic and is proof that miracles still happen - maybe not like the miracles in Jesus' time with turning two fish and one loaf of bread into food for 5000, but still a huge miracle just the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We praise God in the good times and bad and we lift up our requests to him daily. Thank you, Jesus for knowing every detail of who we are. Thank you for hearing our prayers and answering the deepest cries of our souls. Thank you for the gift of children (you yourself were and are the greatest child born of God that the world will ever know). We can only know love because you first loved us. And Father, only you can truly understand what it means to love a child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-7961471916279496898?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7961471916279496898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=7961471916279496898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/7961471916279496898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/7961471916279496898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SOp-FgQ8UnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KDEAAWTyNuc/s72-c/zachhome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-1367987293774275924</id><published>2008-10-01T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:10:25.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addison Road's "Hope Now"</title><content type='html'>If everything comes down to love, then just what am I afraid of?  When I call out Your name, something inside awakes in my soul...how quickly I forget I'm Yours.  I am not my own, I've been carried by You, all my life.  Everything rides on hope now.  Everything rides on faith somehow.  When the world has broken me down, Your love sets me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my life is like a storm...rising waters, all I want is the shore. You'll say I'll be okay, can make it through the rain. You are my shelter from the storm. Everything rides on hope now.  Everything rides on faith somehow.  When the world has broken me down, Your love sets me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not my own, I've been carried by You all my life.  Everything rides on hope now.  Everything rides on faith somehow.  So when the world has broken me down, yeah, Your love sets me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youve become my heart's desire.  I will sing Your praises higher.  Cause Your love sets me free.  Your love sets me free.  Your love sets me free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-1367987293774275924?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1367987293774275924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=1367987293774275924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1367987293774275924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1367987293774275924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/addison-roads-hope-now.html' title='Addison Road&apos;s &quot;Hope Now&quot;'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-7913749095237795779</id><published>2008-09-24T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:14:53.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the World Are the Petersons?</title><content type='html'>The goal of this life here on earth is to surrender to our Creator.  To believe that Jesus died on the cross to pay the penalty for the sins of the &lt;em&gt;world,&lt;/em&gt; believe that he rose from that bittersweet death and believe he is now in heaven reigning with God the Father.  When you believe in Jesus and pray to ask him into your heart - to take over your life, you become saved from yourself.  In that moment, Jesus' death and resurrection actually become personal and real to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world that is so evidently falling apart (as the Bible predicts) we live in peace, knowing that God is in control, believing that he knows all about it - he predicted it through different prophets in the Bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day we are gone along with millions of others, we have gone to heaven to be with Jesus, as the Bible says.  The reason we are gone is because we gave our hearts to Christ and believed he was and is the savior of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will believe in Jesus now and give your whole life to him, you can avoid the wrath of God in the End Times when all the Christians have disppeared.  This life is not about us - not about getting married, having kids, having stuff, or being happy, but about serving the one true God of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preaching out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-7913749095237795779?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7913749095237795779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=7913749095237795779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/7913749095237795779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/7913749095237795779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-in-world-are-petersons.html' title='Where in the World Are the Petersons?'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-6265397308397590862</id><published>2008-09-22T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:55:12.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jammin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>This is a Jam!</title><content type='html'>A cute Caleb story driving home last week that I must share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving down the road and there was a song on the radio I didnt care for, so I turned the station to the familiar one we usually listen to (KLOVE, 105.5 FM). The song on that station was the new one by Toby Mac featuring Kirk Franklin and Mandesa - kind of a fast, rapping song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt;: Mommy! I want to praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, honey, me too! We are praising God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt;: This song is not God! This song is not Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, it is honey, listen to the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt;: No, Mommy! This is a jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (Laughing inside so hard - oh he is so precious!) Well, Caleb, we are jamming for Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt;: (Begins to bop his head up and down to the music)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-6265397308397590862?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6265397308397590862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=6265397308397590862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/6265397308397590862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/6265397308397590862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-jam.html' title='This is a Jam!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-564598688130716226</id><published>2008-09-18T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:20:11.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Eye, Fever, Pink Eye, Sore Throat, Pink Eye &amp; Pink Eye</title><content type='html'>I think that about sums up what has been going on in the house over the last 2 weeks.  (So my posts two posts ago was not a foreshadowing of what was on the horizon).  It was actually the exact opposite.  Oh, and Caleb has a gigantic spider bite or something on his waistline.  I hope all my friends and family are staying healthy, although I understand the Pink Eye thing is running rampid across the Surprise region!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-564598688130716226?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/564598688130716226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=564598688130716226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/564598688130716226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/564598688130716226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/pink-eye-fever-pink-eye-sore-throat.html' title='Pink Eye, Fever, Pink Eye, Sore Throat, Pink Eye &amp; Pink Eye'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-724280779889792405</id><published>2008-09-17T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:18:38.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danny's Song (For My Mom &amp; My Dad)</title><content type='html'>People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one, and we've just begun,&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm gonna have a son.&lt;br /&gt;He will be like she and me, as free as a dove, conceived in love,&lt;br /&gt;Sun is gonna shine above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems as though a month ago I beta chi, never got high,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was a sorry guy.&lt;br /&gt;And now a smile, a face, a girl that shares my name,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm through with the game, this boy will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign, strong and kind,&lt;br /&gt;And the little boy is mine.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see a family where there once was none, now we've just begun,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we're gonna fly to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup, drink it up,&lt;br /&gt;Love her and she'll bring you luck.&lt;br /&gt;And if you find she helps your mind, buddy, take her home,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you live alone, try to earn what lovers own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with ya honey,&lt;br /&gt;And everything will bring a chain of love.&lt;br /&gt;And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me everything is gonna be alright.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-724280779889792405?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/724280779889792405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=724280779889792405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/724280779889792405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/724280779889792405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/dannys-song-for-my-mom-my-dad.html' title='Danny&apos;s Song (For My Mom &amp; My Dad)'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-4605119253628183527</id><published>2008-09-10T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:13:45.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Mend</title><content type='html'>I have not been avoiding Blogger, but just havent been at work, or been here and just way too busy. The last week to 10 days has been sicky wicky in the Peterson household. Tessa kicked it off first a month ago with a double ear infection, than Jacob got a double ear infection accompanied with a rattling chest (meds. and a breathing treatment for him). Then my sweet Tessa developed a high fever lasting four days with the high temp. up to 103.7 at times. (She ended up with a tooth). Then, in the midst of her high fever, Caleb came home last week with the worst Pink Eye I have ever seen! So...I missed three days of work, experienced a lot of anxiety and was absent from my Internet connection! As of now, everyone is back in preschool with Caleb needing two more days on his eye drops. I am thankful we are all feeling good again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too new happening right now. The twins are sitting up without support and doing lots of babbling. Brian got Caleb a cheap set of plastic hockey sticks and rubber balls from Toys R Us since hockey is his new little obesssion after watching &lt;em&gt;The Mighty Ducks&lt;/em&gt; 100 times over! (Sigh), But his defiant little nature has not subsided...only getting worse. "Caleb's poor attitude must decrease or the spankings will increase"...my own little version of John 3:30. Nonetheless, I love my kiddos and we are all blessed today and my household is in love with the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-4605119253628183527?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4605119253628183527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=4605119253628183527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/4605119253628183527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/4605119253628183527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-mend.html' title='On The Mend'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-4159140830221767246</id><published>2008-08-26T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:02:21.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inadequate at Best</title><content type='html'>I would say I am a generally happy person - I am filled with the Holy Spirit and have the joy of the Lord! But becoming a mommy to three little people has simply &lt;em&gt;happened to me&lt;/em&gt; (and happened fast!). I no longer live only for the responsibility of only me, but I have three little hearts who depend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;solely&lt;/span&gt; on Brian and me to give them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nourishment&lt;/span&gt;, time and love. Three little mouths to feed, three little bottoms to clothe, three sets of hands to wash and three little (big) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;temperaments&lt;/span&gt; to calm and restore on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can really get the best of me - and sad to say, it usually does. I so desire to be this "supermom" - to have time AND energy for everything, but when I look at the messy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt; floor or the piles of dirty laundry or Caleb whining for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup of chocolate soy milk or the twins screaming for yet one more thing that they have to scream for b/c they cant talk - I just lose it! I am not even close to a supermom - I am &lt;em&gt;inadequate at best&lt;/em&gt;. I have never been to known to have a temper, but I find myself yelling at Caleb more than ever, raising my voice to Tessa and Jacob, desiring an answer as to why they are crying this time! And all for what? What does that solve - where does that get me? It only upsets the three tiny little hearts I give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nourishment&lt;/span&gt;, time and love to. I need so much help in the area of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that my break for the day is work, but it is. I miss my kids and hubby all day, but when the late afternoon comes and we all get home, all hell breaks loose b/c someone needs attention, someone needs a bottle, everyone is hungry, someone needs to pick up, a phone call needs to be made, someone needs a snack, etc. I have this ideal of what I want my day to look like when I get home from work, but it never quite translates correctly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what life is all about and you take those special moments and cherish them b/c one day I suppose I will miss the demands of little hands, when they are no longer under my roof. When I can no longer feed their mouths or clothe their bottoms or wash their hands or calm their tempers. Thank you Lord for this season in my life - the season when you have made me a mommy. Thank for you the moments when I feel inadequate - I know then that I need your strength, peace and patience to push me along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-4159140830221767246?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4159140830221767246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=4159140830221767246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/4159140830221767246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/4159140830221767246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/08/inadequate-at-best.html' title='Inadequate at Best'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-8686726960263333121</id><published>2008-08-21T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:53:26.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need to Jam to the Music!</title><content type='html'>On the way home from preschool the other day I took a call from Brian, so I turned down the music to hear.  All of the sudden Caleb is screaming something from the backseat and I cant make out what it is.  The intensity of his voice increases, so now I think he is hurting or in trouble or something, so I tell Brian I will see him at home so I can give all my attention to Caleb.  Well, after asking him two more times, I finally realize what he is saying, "Mommy, I need to jam to the music!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly turned the volume back up and I see his large head "jamming" to the beat of Mercy Me in my rear view mirror!  What a precious moment.  He always has loved his music.  In fact, he insisted on watching one of his Bluegrass DVDs this morning.  But he had to find just the right one.  He said, "Mommy, I want to watch Vince Gill."  I love my little music monster!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-8686726960263333121?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8686726960263333121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=8686726960263333121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/8686726960263333121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/8686726960263333121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-to-jam-to-music.html' title='I Need to Jam to the Music!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-8790266976594626409</id><published>2008-08-19T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:06:48.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Bugs &amp; Princesses</title><content type='html'>Caleb began his new class for the Fall at &lt;a href="http://www.thelittlegym.com/"&gt;The Little Gym &lt;/a&gt;last night.  I was slightly apprehensive b/c we decided to move him up to the 3-4 year old class (nicknamed the Funny Bugs!).  My little fearless jumper/climber is ready for more of a challenge, but when you graduate to the 3-year old class, you lose out on having mom and dad in the giant room with you.  Well, he did AMAZING!  It was such an emotional moment for me, watching his new teacher take his hand and lead him into the room with kids who just tower over him.  Caleb wont be three until the beginning of November, but after watching him listen and follow directions for the entire hour, the Director and new teachers all agreed that he is definitely ready!   I was so proud and so excited watching him attempt all the new tricks.  He only had one little stumble that called for a mom kiss and drink of water, but right back into the giant gym, he went!  Grandpa got to the be there too, for his first class as a Funny Bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I am in my usual "running late" mode trying to get three kids ready for preschool and myself ready for work.  Caleb has been waking up at 5:30 a.m. for months now so trying to keep him occupied for 2.5 hours in the morning is a challenge.  One of the last things I had to do this morning before walking out the door was put on some bottoms!  Caleb walked in my room and was really getting ancy so I put him on the task of finding mommy some pants.  After a few choices that were not even close to matching the shirt I had on (bless his heart), I picked out a white skirt and said "what about this?"  He saw this skirt, and said "Mommy, you look like a princess!"  My heart just melted!  I have the sweetest little Peety in the world!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-8790266976594626409?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8790266976594626409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=8790266976594626409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/8790266976594626409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/8790266976594626409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-bugs-princesses.html' title='Funny Bugs &amp; Princesses'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-1608917011654827824</id><published>2008-08-13T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:18:11.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SMlgzNH9FnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gGGmG4x_Lss/s1600-h/grandma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244829673862272626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SMlgzNH9FnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gGGmG4x_Lss/s200/grandma.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just returned home yesterday morning from Michigan where paid a surprise visit to Brian's mom for her birthday! It was really nice - we stayed eight nights and nine days and the weather was just incredible. We spent time outside every day and night going on walks, swimming, playing at the park, roasting marshmallows around a fire pit, at the Detroit Zoo, the Big Rig Gig and just sitting in the beautifully manicured kelly green lawns of the mid-west. No ants, no heat, no worries. But the itchy mosquito bites I brought home with me - I could surely do without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane rides there are back were interesting. Brian and I each with a twin on our laps and a Caleb in the middle! I definitely saw the inside of the airplane bathroom more on this trip than I have in my entire life as a flyer. I think towards the end Caleb realized that if he told me he had to go pee pee, it allowed him out of his seat and ability to run the aisles - smart little beast he is! Apparently even &lt;em&gt;The Sandlot&lt;/em&gt; loses its appeal on the portable DVD player after 20th time or so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little bugger (Jacob) got Roseola on the trip. He broke out in a high fever for a few days and we all thought he was just teething until the hundreds of tiny pink bumps appeared all over his trunk. I had heard about this from my sister a few years back, but called my ped. to give her the symptoms just to make sure and sure enough, she confirmed my suspicion. There is nothing you can do as it is a virus, but I really felt bad for the little guy b/c he has been extra fussy the last 4-5 days. As I mentioned in a previous post, he just doesnt like to be away from home. This is our last trip for a while! Traveling with infants is NOT EASY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I have in-laws I adore. I had a such a great time and they all loved seeing their grandkids, niece &amp;amp; nephews. I hope can get back there one more time before the twins turn two - still fly for free under two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-1608917011654827824?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1608917011654827824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=1608917011654827824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1608917011654827824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1608917011654827824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/08/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SMlgzNH9FnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gGGmG4x_Lss/s72-c/grandma.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-948424483364003317</id><published>2008-07-28T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:56:53.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend @ Del Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SKsXRg43wAI/AAAAAAAAACo/exsDucvi5Y8/s1600-h/calebocean2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SKsXRg43wAI/AAAAAAAAACo/exsDucvi5Y8/s200/calebocean2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236304581402017794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SKsXKNT2FdI/AAAAAAAAACg/CuUGKFUQtB0/s1600-h/calebocean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SKsXKNT2FdI/AAAAAAAAACg/CuUGKFUQtB0/s200/calebocean.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236304455887361490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Auntie B, we spent a wonderful weekend soaking up the sun in Del Mar, CA over the weekend. Caleb just LOVED the ocean ( I need to post some pics) and couldnt get enough of the sand and waves! He also had a blast at the pool and riding his beach cruiser bike down the big paved hill toward the condo where we stayed. One of the highlights of the trip was getting to spend some time alone with Brian after the kids went down. We had a late dinner one night and took a drive &amp;amp; had Starbucks the next night. It is really tough traveling with kids (especially infants), so having that time alone was priceless. We must have a travel bug this summer b/c we have been gone a lot and we have another trip planned next week that will go unmentioned for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car ride home was hard - it usually is for some reason. Jacob screamed like someone was inflicting pain upon him, for over an hour NONSTOP! The poor kid just couldnt fall asleep on his own - he was so tired! I have come to the conclusion that he really doesnt like to be away from home. He doenst nap at all when we're gone and just isnt himself. So our next few trips will be interesting. It gets me really anxious and impatient and I dont like that about myself - but it is really hard to stay calm when the screaming is literally blood curdling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all we are having a fabulous summer, despite the heat. The twins turned 6 mo. yesterday - this time it is going by fast! I look forward to them getting older, not being so needy and being able to play with Caleb, but I know I will look back see this "infant" time went by too quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-948424483364003317?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/948424483364003317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=948424483364003317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/948424483364003317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/948424483364003317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-del-mar.html' title='A Weekend @ Del Mar'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SKsXRg43wAI/AAAAAAAAACo/exsDucvi5Y8/s72-c/calebocean2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-500369026794483046</id><published>2008-07-17T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:26:59.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tessa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scootin&apos;'/><title type='text'>On The Move!</title><content type='html'>I am happy and sad all at the same time!  Happy because my little ones are making milestones, but sad that these are my last babies and I won't have this ever again!  Last night Little Miss Tessa Jean Renee scooted on her butt/back, pushing with her legs clear across the living room.  She was placed on the bobby by me and quickly &amp;amp; easily scooted backwards across the living room rug until she reached the tile.  She would have kept going, but we stopped her before her tiny head hid the hard tile.  She is such a wiggle-worm and soooo opposite of her bigger, super laxed twin.  I just love to see her little personality come out in things like this!  She is so adorable.  It is also cool to witness things in second, and in my case, third children.  Caleb was very determined and did everything early, but he never once attempted "the backward scoot"!  I am also curious to know that she did this at 5 1/2 months old.  My prediction is that she will sit-up, crawl and walk before Jacob - and rightly so!  She was born one minute earlier; she'll accomplish everything first!  (and that is totally her attitude so far...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-500369026794483046?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/500369026794483046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=500369026794483046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/500369026794483046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/500369026794483046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-move.html' title='On The Move!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-171197665386845114</id><published>2008-07-14T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:33:35.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Miss, What I Know &amp; Where I'm At</title><content type='html'>Oh, Paul was such a wise man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is good for a man not to marry...I would like you to be free from concern. An unmarried man is concerned about the Lord's affairs - how he can please the Lord. But a married man is concerned about the affairs of this world - how he can please his wife - and his interests are divided. An unmarried woman or virgin is concerned about the Lord's affairs: her aim is to be devoted to the Lord in both body and spirit. But a married woman is concerned about the affairs of this world - how she can please her husband ((and kids), parentheses mine.). I am saying this for your own good, not to restrict you, but that you may live in a right way in undivided devotion to the Lord." (His first letter to the Corinthians, chapter 7, verses 1 &amp;amp; 32-35).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my immature, three and a half years of marriage (with three kids to boot), I am finding this passage that Paul wrote so many years ago to be not only true, but genius! I suppose Paul can write such a thing since he was once married (although that is up for debate among Bible scholars, and I am not going to pretend to be one of them - I just think it clarifies his ex-matrimony b/c he had such wisdom in knowing it is better to not be married. How could he make such a claim unless he had experienced both?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point here is that I miss the time I was able to spend with God when I was single, even married for that matter. I am so consumed every minute of every day with my precious kids, my sweet husband, household chores, grocery shopping, what to make for dinner, paying bills, DISCIPLINE, etc. that it leaves little or no time for catching up with my Savior. I am drained, tested and tired all the time. But would I change anything about my life? No way! I know and believe that my life has taken shape this way b/c of God's amazing blessing on me. And if you know me, you know that being a wife and mother is what I have always wanted. Paul said it right too when he wrote "...It is good for them (people) to stay unmarried as I am. But if they cannot control themselves, they should marry. For it is better to marry than to burn with passion." (1 Cor. 7:8-9). AMEN! I couldnt wait to be Mrs. Brian Peterson and put my hands all over him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read these verses so many times in the past as a single person, and just thought I fell into the "burn with passion" category and would definitely be married someday. Meanwhile, I just kept loving and growing in Christ. Today as I sit here writing this, I really miss just being a child of God. Instead of babies crying for me, I just want to cry out to God. Rather than pleasing my husband, I want to please God. The responsibilities of being a wife and mother are taxing to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I am thankful for: Getting married at 25, so I had so many great years of just being "married" to Jesus. Having a husband who goes to God on behalf of me, our kids, our family and loves him, wants to know him more, reads his word, spends time in prayer and &lt;em&gt;acts&lt;/em&gt; as Christian in his day to day. A husband who loves and adores me as Christ loves the Church. The blessing of meeting Brian, falling love and realizing I didnt want to live this life on earth without him. The blessing of getting pregnant and having three healthy, beautiful babies. The promise that this life is not the end, but that eternity in heaven awaits me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-171197665386845114?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/171197665386845114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=171197665386845114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/171197665386845114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/171197665386845114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-paul-was-such-wise-man-it-is-good.html' title='What I Miss, What I Know &amp; Where I&apos;m At'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-5251343716263258824</id><published>2008-07-08T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:49:54.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><title type='text'>A Poopy Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SKs_9BS7WNI/AAAAAAAAADw/ARxUm9FW9gs/s1600-h/hubbyme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SKs_9BS7WNI/AAAAAAAAADw/ARxUm9FW9gs/s200/hubbyme.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236349309300725970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will have to post some pics after I get them uploaded for this entry b/c the 4th of July weekend was so eventful!  We went to my Nana and Papas cabin in Show Low and just had a blast.  The weather was perfect and the activities were plentiful.  It was so sweet watching Caleb enjoy things and do things for the first time.  Brian and I were saying that one of the greatest joys of being a parent is watching your child do something for the first time and also witnessing them get over their fears of things in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SKs9diHxHXI/AAAAAAAAADY/HaDNOxe9n4o/s1600-h/calebmommy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SKs9diHxHXI/AAAAAAAAADY/HaDNOxe9n4o/s200/calebmommy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236346569333218674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had such a great time!  He played outside all weekend, including driving his very first race car (with Daddy &amp;amp; Grandpa really driving) and riding on a horse!  He raced popsicle stick boats down a creek with his cousin Bella and flew a Spiderman kite in the rain.  It was such a retreat!  (and the help we received with all three kids from family was priceless!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the "poopy weekend" title, you may be wondering?  Well, the &lt;em&gt;highlight &lt;/em&gt;of the whole weekend was when we returned from our trip and Caleb went poop in the potty chair for the first time!  It was so cute - Brian went in there with him with a really positive attitude (even though every other time, the attempts have failed).  He first had Caleb spray some air freshener, then he plopped down on the seat while Brian began reading him a book about diggers, fire engines and roaring rockets.  The next thing you know, the bathroom filled with the sweet aroma of poop and we were so thrilled!  That's our boy!  He was proud, but only b/c Brian and I were so proud.  he really acted like he had been doing it all this time :)  We'll see what's to come - I know it will be baby steps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-5251343716263258824?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5251343716263258824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=5251343716263258824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/5251343716263258824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/5251343716263258824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/poopy-weekend.html' title='A Poopy Weekend!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SKs_9BS7WNI/AAAAAAAAADw/ARxUm9FW9gs/s72-c/hubbyme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-809709888873970573</id><published>2008-07-02T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:40:45.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Slept With a Vacuum Cleaner Attachment Last Night</title><content type='html'>Seriously. I woke up to find the thing nicely nestled between my legs. All I can assume is that my precious, mischievous Caleb had something to do with it! And at the end of the day, I always collapse into bed out of an insane amount of fatigue, so needless to say, I wasnt exactly looking for any sort of suction device to land under my covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SGvXTvRv11I/AAAAAAAAACI/tcWwj6yr3co/s1600-h/Caleb+2372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218501327347242834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SGvXTvRv11I/AAAAAAAAACI/tcWwj6yr3co/s200/Caleb+2372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just have to post this picture of Caleb. Last week he found a pair of Tessa's pants (size 0 - 3 months) and decided it would be a good idea to wear them. I cant believe they actually fit (kind of) and werent skin tight! Too funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the weekend! Every 4th of July we stay with my Nana and Papa at their Cabin in Show Low to escape this horrific heat and enjoy the holiday with good smellin' pine trees and family! Caleb always has a blast b/c he gets to play outside! (not something he can do this time of year in Phx, and today the high will be 112!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to work and one of the babies needs to nurse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-809709888873970573?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/809709888873970573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=809709888873970573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/809709888873970573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/809709888873970573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-slept-with-vacuum-cleaner-attachment.html' title='I Slept With a Vacuum Cleaner Attachment Last Night'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SGvXTvRv11I/AAAAAAAAACI/tcWwj6yr3co/s72-c/Caleb+2372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-9102189673121809759</id><published>2008-06-26T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:27:21.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 hours</title><content type='html'>of sleep!  8:45 p.m. - 5:45 a.m. exactly!  No middle of the night crying, no bathroom breaks, no interruptions.  Last night was incredible peaceful bliss.  I honestly dont recall the last time I got that much sleep (probably before I got pregnant with Tessa and Jacob).  I woke up energized and happy - woo hoo!  I also worked out at the gym last night (courtesy of a free guest pass from my awesome friend Janelle!).  That may have added to the increase in energy.  I think that is all I want to write today - just bragging about my great night of good, hard sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-9102189673121809759?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/9102189673121809759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=9102189673121809759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/9102189673121809759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/9102189673121809759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/9-hours.html' title='9 hours'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-3013340325524484820</id><published>2008-06-23T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:38:02.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth It</title><content type='html'>My heart feels like it breaks a little more every day because of my strong-willed, totally defiant, completely disrespectful, fun-loving, sweet as pie two year old, Caleb. I am almost in tears right now because Brian and I just dont know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is on the verge of out of control...and he is two!! He doesnt listen, talks back, throws everything, hits me, kicks me, demands things...the list really just goes on and on. The thing that is so incomprehensible is that Brian and I ARE parents who follow through. He is disciplined every time he does something that calls for it. (which happens too many times daily to count). He just doesnt care! How did this happen? I definitely did not sign up for this! I think when you decide to have a baby you are wrapped up in planning the pregnancy, setting up the nursery, baby showers, baby smiles &amp;amp; giggles, etc. - not the extreme behavior issues you will encounter when your perfect little sweetie turns two and therefore turns into a little monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning's routine was all the same and b/c Caleb didnt want to put on his shoes and socks, he proceeded to kick me in the stomach and tell me "no!" Well, after his poor attitude and behavior all weekend, I had had enough and spanked him harder than I have ever spanked him before. (This is why my heart breaks!) I dont want to spank my child, but without it, I dont believe he will ever correct his temperament or behavior. Here are a few incredibly intelligent sentences from Dr. Dobson's book, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Strong Willed Child. I own the book, but I need it memorized....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"When that nose-to-nose confrontation occurs between generations, it is extremely important for the adult to display confidence and decisiveness. The child has made it clear that he’s looking for a fight, and his parents would be wise not to disappoint him! Nothing is more destructive to parental leadership than for a mother or father to equivocate during that struggle. When parents consistently lose those battles, resorting to tears and screaming and other signs of frustration, some dramatic changes take place in the way they are seen by their children. Instead of being secure and confident leaders, they become spineless jellyfish who are unworthy of respect or allegiance." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian and I really like to explain things to Caleb in a semi-adult manner b/c he is so darn smart and we know he understands us. We tell him that God put mommy and daddy in charge of him and God is in charge of mommy and daddy. And when Caleb obeys mommy and daddy, he is obeying God - and that makes God smile. Caleb really has such a huge heart and I realize this is a season, a test and trial for me to grow as a mom and as a person. But sometimes I really feel like I just cant do it. I am being pushed to the max by a tiny little person who I love more than I could ever explain. Just like God's mercies are new every day with us, my mercies with Caleb are new every morning too! I need God's patience and love as I continue on this path of parenthood. So far it is getting harder, but as the cliche says "Nothing in life that is worth it, is easy." I really believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-3013340325524484820?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3013340325524484820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=3013340325524484820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/3013340325524484820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/3013340325524484820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/worth-it.html' title='Worth It'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-4544492728074682683</id><published>2008-06-20T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:40:45.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Everybody's pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, almost all of my friends are pregnant - Shannon, Tasha, Steph, Holleigh, Meghan, Mikki, (Carrie Fay, too!). Two of these fabulous woman are actually having twins! I am sure if I know you and you are not pregnant, you either just had a baby (including myself), are thinking about having a baby or are actively trying to have a baby! Heck, the economy sucks, gas prices are sky high and everyone's broke - it must be time to reproduce! I must have attended at least 10 baby showers, including my own, in the last 6 months alone!! CRAZY!! Gotta love our sweet miracles from heaven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of babies, mine are getting so big!! It is already so hard to believe that just 4 and a half months ago they were only 5 pounds 10 ounces and 5 pounds 12 ounces, Tessa &amp;amp; Jacob, repectively. Here is a picture of the cuties from Memorial Day weekend at my Nana and Papas cabin in Show Low (where it was snowing!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SFw99E6nXMI/AAAAAAAAACA/MFCiLlM5XVU/s1600-h/Twins+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214110588089097410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SFw99E6nXMI/AAAAAAAAACA/MFCiLlM5XVU/s200/Twins+278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that coy, flirty smile on my "oh so innocent" daughter!  What a heartbreaker - she already has her daddy and grandpa wrapped around her finger!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-4544492728074682683?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4544492728074682683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=4544492728074682683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/4544492728074682683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/4544492728074682683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-boom.html' title='Baby Boom!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SFw99E6nXMI/AAAAAAAAACA/MFCiLlM5XVU/s72-c/Twins+278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-1598318218479409225</id><published>2008-06-16T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:34:25.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace for a 2 Year Old</title><content type='html'>I witnessed something yesterday, something that made my little mommy heart just break because I think for the very first time I was truly disappointed in my 2 and a half year old son. (And I think the level of sadness and disappointment is so strong because I myself am a sinner and have similarly done to others what I am about to tell you he did...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at my sister's house yesterday for Father's Day and overall had a great time. Caleb was playing with his 5 year old cousin Bella pretty much the whole time and loving it. They are both strong-willed children with an innate tendency to lead, so watching and listening to them play is pretty funny when they both want to tell each other how it should be - Caleb usually concedes to Bella b/c she is the stronger leader being older, wiser (and the simple fact that he looks up to her). Anyway, for a moment last night I saw how much little ones can pick up on tones, moods and weaknesses. Bella was sitting on her knees on the floor b/c her dad was giving her instruction about something (I dont recall what). It wasnt really even discipline, just a "Bella, you need to listen about...such and such." In that moment, Caleb picked up on the fact that for once he wasnt receiving instruction, so in that moment when he felt strong (and she was vulnerable to her dad's tone), Caleb ran over and kicked her right in the head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was floored! The act was sinful and cruel - I saw it in his eyes and knew it in his spirit. Naturally, I talked to him, spanked him and made him apologize, but later I talked with Brian and really realized what had happened. Caleb (literally )kicked her while she was down, to build himself up! In his two year old mind, he felt on top of the world b/c he saw his cousin being talked to and had to show off his pride that he wasnt. Maybe I am over analyzing some playful fun between cousins, but I dont think so. We all have selfish desires and an instinct to place ourselves first above others and at two years old, that is what my son did. I cant say I am any different - (have I ever kicked someone in the head to build myself up?). No, but, I identify so well with the heart and mind Caleb took on in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul writes this in his letter to the Galatians: "So I say live by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the sinful nature. For the sinful nature desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the sinful nature. They are in conflict with each other, so that you do not do what you want....But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control....Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the sinful nature with its passions and desires." (verses 16-17, 22-24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for the cross and for your everlasting grace upon my life. Help me live by the fruits of the Spirit when mothering my kids and living my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-1598318218479409225?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1598318218479409225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=1598318218479409225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1598318218479409225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1598318218479409225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/grace-for-2-year-old.html' title='Grace for a 2 Year Old'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-7338234975091224955</id><published>2008-06-13T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:40:45.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fevers are no fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SFLerMz2d1I/AAAAAAAAABw/ubQnWrlxGEM/s1600-h/Twins+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211472552575530834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SFLerMz2d1I/AAAAAAAAABw/ubQnWrlxGEM/s200/Twins+273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thanking God today for lifting the fever from my sweet baby, Jacob. He ran one beginning Tuesday afternoon up until the middle of the night (Friday morning). I knew it was gone in the middle of the night b/c Tessa always wakes up between 2 - 4 a.m. to nurse and when I went into get her, Jacob was fast asleep and cool to the touch. This is the first fever between the two of them, so I feel blessed. Not sure what the bugger was trying to fight off, but hopefully its gone -although I am sure he wasnt disappointed with the grape flavored Tylenol he received every 4-6 hours! He is back to his happy self...&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;We have a pretty busy weekend planned and although the busyness doesnt usually allow for much needed housework and laundry to be done, I really like a full calendar. It is especially good for Caleb who &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; needs to be occupied!! Tonight we have the Diamondbacks game, tomorrow is Caleb's class at the Little Gym (which he loves), tomorrow night I am working a table at church and Sunday is a Happy Father's Day to be the best daddy in the world! We have a really cool car show at church and than we are headed to my sisters house for swimming and pizza. Should be eventful and fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-7338234975091224955?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7338234975091224955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=7338234975091224955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/7338234975091224955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/7338234975091224955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/fevers-are-no-fun.html' title='Fevers are no fun!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SFLerMz2d1I/AAAAAAAAABw/ubQnWrlxGEM/s72-c/Twins+273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-1272736449735824902</id><published>2008-06-10T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:18:19.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Just Cant Have Nice Things!</title><content type='html'>My husband and I say this to each other in a funny Texan accent every time our independent, and not-so-careful two year old destroys something of value in our house. Granted, he's two, but it just seems like more often than not, we are having to replace, revamp or simply get rid of something we once loved. This morning was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband Brian is totally into making fresh fruit smoothies every morning and therefore Caleb "needs" some too. So every morning, Daddy makes him a special cup of that morning's fruit flavor surprise. Well, you can see where this is going already...I had to take the top off his sippy cup this morning b/c Caleb told me "not workin' Mommy" (his way of saying the smoothie was too thick to come out). So, against my better judgement, I took the top off and told him to be extra careful as I watched his every move. A few minutes later I got up to pee and soon heard this screech coming from the living room. Caleb is totally destroyed, sitting next to his pile of fresh fruit smoothie all over my beautiful living room rug, saying "I pill, Mommy!" Yup - you sure did! I suppose it is my fault for letting him have the drink in the living room in the first place, but he cant see Finding Nemo or Cars from the kitchen table and those movies are my only sanity so I can at least take a shower every morning. "We just cant have nice things!" I swear we should buy stock in carpet cleaner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress to the Bachelorette. So I totally have my hubby hooked! Now that American Idol and LOST are over for the season, this is something I can look forward to on Monday nights. So far we are loving the show and have our favorites for who she will choose (Graham or Jason), who is a total dork (Twilly) and who is way too pretentious (Jeremy). Gosh, when did I become such a TV junkie? I guess with three kids under the age of three we spend most nights at home. With summer beginning to pour over us I dont see that changing anytime soon. Ah, well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-1272736449735824902?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1272736449735824902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=1272736449735824902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1272736449735824902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1272736449735824902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-just-cant-have-nice-things.html' title='We Just Cant Have Nice Things!'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110198116421217207.post-1833084731554374315</id><published>2008-06-09T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:11:37.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am trying out this blogging thing, considering it is "all the rage" these days! Although at church yesterday I saw a tween walk by with a shirt that said "Nobody cares about your blog." Funny, I laughed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure with three kids under the age of three, a full time job, and being a full time wife, I have a lot to download every day. (I hope the next time I visit this is not 6 months from now when I am having an emotional moment b/c its Christmas time). We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110198116421217207-1833084731554374315?l=alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1833084731554374315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110198116421217207&amp;postID=1833084731554374315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1833084731554374315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110198116421217207/posts/default/1833084731554374315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyssajeanmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Alyssa Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191030473906871850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_haZ8VBY0B6I/SE8IBE_s8QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hg9lEiA5Rlw/S220/Babygirl+118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
