<?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-38658065</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:59:22.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob David Ryan</title><subtitle type='html'>There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Children are one third of our population and all of our future.  ~Select Panel for the Promotion of Child Health, 1981</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-4439797232448476113</id><published>2007-09-26T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T06:23:37.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob With A Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow, I can't get over how long it has been since I posted on Jacob's Blog. My last post was Jacob's pre-school graduation, and he just had his first day back to pre-school yesterday! Where does the time go?! He was thrilled to get back, and remembered everything and everyone. He was to enthralled with everything to even notice when I said "good bye" and left. What I like about pre-school is that he can enjoy time spent with other children his age, learn from them, how to share, and ultimately have a good time....so mommy can have some free time to get things done. Then, by the time I pick him up he is SO tired he sleeps sometimes 2-3 hours when he gets home for his nap! It's awesome :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“That’s funny!”&lt;/strong&gt; - Lately Jacob has been calling everything funny! It makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Who is it?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RvpaMyuIbqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/YiTTpSptGTU/s1600-h/Peggy"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114499502652812962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RvpaMyuIbqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/YiTTpSptGTU/s400/Peggy%27s+Cove_07+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“Oh no!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“Eeew eeee, yucky”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Bye dude.”&lt;/strong&gt; - Off of the movie Finding Nemo when they leave the turtles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Wov oo.”&lt;/strong&gt; - I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Alright then.”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Welcome.”&lt;/strong&gt; - That's his way of saying you're welcome after I say thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Please, data.”&lt;/strong&gt; - He always says please and thank you after everything. It is always both together so his thank you sounds like data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Moo-me.”&lt;/strong&gt; - Even when he walks by the cat he will say excuse me. He taught himself that one lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Where did it go?”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Mommy, Daddy hug and kiss.”&lt;/strong&gt; - Every night we read to Jacob before bed. It is a good way for us to spend time together and wind down. Then we give our 'tuck-ins' with hugs and kisses. He HAS to have both. I love when he asks for hugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Color Thomas, Percy Choo choo.”&lt;/strong&gt; - I recently bought Jacob a Thomas The Train Coloring Book that he is addicted to! All he wants to do throughout the day is color with anyone who is around. Lately it has been Anne or Lucci. They are so great with him and even when Jacob could be considered a 'bother' they still spend a lot of time with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Swimming boat moobe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(movie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”&lt;/strong&gt; - That is what he calls The Little Mermaid :) He loves that movie and even sings with Ariel. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob has been talking up a storm lately and finally, now that I have a chance to write down some of what he has been saying, I can’t for the life of me remember them. I was looking at a baby development site and it said that for children his age, they should be putting one – two word sentences together. He has been doing this for ages. There are many times throughout the day that he will even surprise me with 4-6 word sentences…..but of course I can’t think of any right now lol. Hopefully, I will start writing down more of Jacob's words and development. It is amazing how easy it is to forget all the little details. Because I know there are many more I could write but I just can't remember - arg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* The above picture was taken at the Wild Life Park. The bears are usually WAY back in the field, but that day I was actually able to get a picture of my youngest sister Rachael and Jacob with the bear right behind them. If you look close enough, you can see the bears brown nose and big black body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38658065-4439797232448476113?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4439797232448476113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=4439797232448476113&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/4439797232448476113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/4439797232448476113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/09/jacob-with-bear.html' title='Jacob With A Bear'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RvpaMyuIbqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/YiTTpSptGTU/s72-c/Peggy%27s+Cove_07+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-1987679504877180990</id><published>2007-06-24T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:54:20.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's Pre-School Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rn7wXKQLfAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Tj5gaHKK-Tw/s1600-h/Copy+of+HPIM2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079761710400371714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rn7wXKQLfAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Tj5gaHKK-Tw/s400/Copy+of+HPIM2606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jacob's first pre-school graduation was first thing this morning at 9:00AM. We pretty much got out of bed, ate breakfast, got cleaned up, got dressed and left. I was a little nervous about how Jacob would do since this was the first time that he would have seen us in the audience while he was on stage. There were several older children crying to be with their parents, but Jacob was a pro. I seriously think he could have done what the 5/6 year olds were doing (those who are entering kindergarten this fall. I went camera crazy as usual. Things began with Jacob leading the way for all of the children. Jacob walked by us as we were right near the center isle smiled, waved and kept walking till he had to crawl up the stage stairs. While we waited for the concert to start the children were getting arranged behind the curtain. My amazingly cute son decides to go to the center of the stage and peek his head out to the audience from between the curtians. He won the crowd from the geko. He brings a smile to my heart. Ryan and I felt so proud and were saying to ourselves "yup, that's our boy" :) They sang several songs and did the actions to them. They also read a story, recieved their folders and sang some more. Jacob was right along with everyone saying several of the song words and most of the actions. As 0the folders were handed out to each child, the parent then had to come and escort their child off of the stage and sit with them. They had freezies for everyone afterwards. I think the whole thing took about one hour. It was quick and we were home by noon. Thankfully, because Ryan's birthday party was right afterwards. But I will save those pictures and info. for a future post. I have to admit that I was feeling very choked up through most of the concert. People sitting next to me said, "I wonder who is going to fall apart first, the children or the parents." My little baby isn't much of a baby any more. It was a wonderful experience and definitely a moment to remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079762127012199442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rn7wvaQLfBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RRqPUhbj2gA/s400/101_3651.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rn7vD6QLe_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/LdEBVZ9I6TI/s1600-h/101_3661.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079760280176262130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rn7vD6QLe_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/LdEBVZ9I6TI/s320/101_3661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rn7vD6QLe-I/AAAAAAAAANs/qj_ezeK2ExI/s1600-h/101_3658.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079760280176262114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rn7vD6QLe-I/AAAAAAAAANs/qj_ezeK2ExI/s320/101_3658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;As you walked into the hall entrance, there was a wall mural for all to see straight ahead. On it was a fish with a photo of each pre-school student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079764794186890274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rn7zKqQLfCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PQ_NFOFgIEM/s400/collage+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38658065-1987679504877180990?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1987679504877180990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=1987679504877180990&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/1987679504877180990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/1987679504877180990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/06/jacobs-pre-school-graduation.html' title='Jacob&apos;s Pre-School Graduation'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rn7wXKQLfAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Tj5gaHKK-Tw/s72-c/Copy+of+HPIM2606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-5859102061876413536</id><published>2007-05-24T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T05:20:25.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Cap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RlWCNwbZF1I/AAAAAAAAANc/mtrz8BYkPm4/s1600-h/Random+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068100128525064018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RlWCNwbZF1I/AAAAAAAAANc/mtrz8BYkPm4/s400/Random+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My sister Caitlin was getting ready for swimming, and Jacob saw her try on her swim cap. He REALLY wanted to try it on. Cait put it on him and he didn't want to take it off. To everyone's surprise, he wore it for the rest of the evening. I never used to like swim caps for the fact that they pulled my hair and I could never get them on quite right. But Jacob loved it. He looks silly in the picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*He's a cool dude lol.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/38658065-5859102061876413536?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5859102061876413536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=5859102061876413536&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/5859102061876413536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/5859102061876413536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/05/swim-cap.html' title='Swim Cap'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RlWCNwbZF1I/AAAAAAAAANc/mtrz8BYkPm4/s72-c/Random+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-6674893421431147307</id><published>2007-05-01T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T05:21:07.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday I got Jacob up from his noon nap. I could hear him playing in his room. I usually keep my eye on the clock because he usually has a two hour nap. Anything longer and I am starting to worry and I peek in on him. Lately he hasn’t been asking for me to come and get him. He would just play in his room all day if I let him. I think he is enjoying his Thomas room a little too much. I went in and this is how our conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;“Hi there!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jacob:&lt;em&gt; “Moning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;“Good morning to you too. Did you have a good sleep?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jacob:&lt;em&gt; (nods his head)&lt;/em&gt; and says:&lt;em&gt; “I’m poopie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;“Did you poop in your diaper?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jacob: &lt;em&gt;" Yes."&lt;/em&gt; Then he lays on his back to get changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am just amazed at his constant increase in learning. Learning new words, new conversations, new tricks. More than ever I am amazed that he can tell me in his own words that he is poopie. I can usually tell, but this time it was right away as soon as I entered his room. He knows a lot of words.....but now he is having conversations with me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38658065-6674893421431147307?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6674893421431147307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=6674893421431147307&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/6674893421431147307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/6674893421431147307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-i-got-jacob-up-from-his-noon.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-2763009418491728645</id><published>2007-04-27T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T03:21:35.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob *Wanted For Being Too Cute*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RjHOHW7G_dI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BA1OktyTMnM/s1600-h/wantedposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058050482321685970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RjHOHW7G_dI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BA1OktyTMnM/s400/wantedposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I saw this recently done at &lt;a href="http://mamaof2sweetangelboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Connie's &lt;/a&gt;site from Mamma of 2 Sweet Angel Boys. They are free, quick, and easy to do. Click here to go to &lt;a href="http://www.glassgiant.com/wanted/"&gt;glass giant&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.glassgiant.com/wanted/"&gt;make one&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38658065-2763009418491728645?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2763009418491728645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=2763009418491728645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/2763009418491728645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/2763009418491728645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/04/jacob-wanted-for-being-too-cute.html' title='Jacob *Wanted For Being Too Cute*'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RjHOHW7G_dI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BA1OktyTMnM/s72-c/wantedposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-4421847363318435259</id><published>2007-04-18T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T04:11:00.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constantly Doing Double Takes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RiX2KZ1WYTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TR_BjqV2wss/s1600-h/Feb_March07+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054716815387025714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RiX2KZ1WYTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TR_BjqV2wss/s400/Feb_March07+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last couple of days Jacob has been doing many things that is just making my jaw drop. He really is making me do a double take. I am in awe at how much he is learning and how much he is a little boy now and not a baby anymore.The first thing that happened was first thing this morning. I was trying to take a quick shower before Jacob woke up but he must have woken up as I was taking my shower and this is what I walked in on (above). He had two of his favorite stuffed animals lying on the floor with their heads propped up on his pillow and two blankets, one over each of them. He even propped up his cup up to one of the bears too! I thought it was way too cute. When I walked in he pointed to them and said “ni-night” over and over again. I guess he was tucking the bears in bed just the way I do for Jacob. A child’s mind never ceases to amaze me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RiX5Yp1WYWI/AAAAAAAAALo/lAP22kuUsq0/s1600-h/Feb_March07+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RiX5Yp1WYXI/AAAAAAAAALw/u3dwyXFjQGI/s1600-h/Feb_March07+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054720358735044978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RiX5Yp1WYXI/AAAAAAAAALw/u3dwyXFjQGI/s320/Feb_March07+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Secondly, was when I was in the kitchen getting supper ready and washing up some dishes, Jacob was playing in the play room beside me and I looked in and this is what I saw (below) He was playing with the lego that he got out all by himself and was neatly putting it together in one long line. I know it isn’t that huge but still, I was like “Ryan, did you help him with that?” he said no, so I was just really amazed by his fine motor skills.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RiX6iJ1WYZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fgLQ0l9vdZ8/s1600-h/Feb_March07+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054721621455430034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RiX6iJ1WYZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fgLQ0l9vdZ8/s320/Feb_March07+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RiX6iJ1WYYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/iEZfabfa70A/s1600-h/Feb_March07+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054721621455430018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RiX6iJ1WYYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/iEZfabfa70A/s320/Feb_March07+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Putting the lego all in a straight line.&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/38658065-4421847363318435259?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4421847363318435259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=4421847363318435259&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/4421847363318435259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/4421847363318435259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/04/constantly-doing-double-takes.html' title='Constantly Doing Double Takes'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RiX2KZ1WYTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TR_BjqV2wss/s72-c/Feb_March07+146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-1078988021225101496</id><published>2007-04-05T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:59:42.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's New Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RhUoTx0x1-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/dFwxBjBtzbM/s1600-h/Feb_March07+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049986877423212514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RhUoTx0x1-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/dFwxBjBtzbM/s320/Feb_March07+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RhUoUB0x1_I/AAAAAAAAALA/0KAzxNJHca0/s1600-h/Feb_March07+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049986881718179826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RhUoUB0x1_I/AAAAAAAAALA/0KAzxNJHca0/s320/Feb_March07+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RhUnUB0x18I/AAAAAAAAAKo/cwBbSetISKQ/s1600-h/Feb_March07+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049985782206552002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RhUnUB0x18I/AAAAAAAAAKo/cwBbSetISKQ/s400/Feb_March07+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Eating his goldfish and looking a little dazed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RhUnUR0x19I/AAAAAAAAAKw/koj6odhaJKM/s1600-h/Feb_March07+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049985786501519314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RhUnUR0x19I/AAAAAAAAAKw/koj6odhaJKM/s400/Feb_March07+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RhUo3h0x2AI/AAAAAAAAALI/YuP2h_nnv84/s1600-h/collage37.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049987491603535874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RhUo3h0x2AI/AAAAAAAAALI/YuP2h_nnv84/s400/collage37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Last week Jacob got a hair cut from Aunt Cathy. It was geting long again, so we decided to go the shortest his hair has ever been. It will be easy to work with during the summer months ahead. I personally don't like really really really short buzz cuts on little boys but it is still cute and easy to manage at this point. I just love longer hair on both boys and girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;P.S. I just wanted to add that I am trying a new background for Jacob's site. It is a page that Jacob colored from his coloring book. Pinky Dinky Doo is one of his favorite TV shows. Jacob loves coloring with me, so you can see the areas that I colored and the areas Jacob colored. I think it looks a little fun but was wondering "is it too much" what do you think?&lt;/span&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/38658065-1078988021225101496?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1078988021225101496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=1078988021225101496&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/1078988021225101496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/1078988021225101496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/04/jacobs-new-hair-cut.html' title='Jacob&apos;s New Hair Cut'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RhUoTx0x1-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/dFwxBjBtzbM/s72-c/Feb_March07+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-197091928223791488</id><published>2007-03-22T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T06:18:59.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggie Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RgKBlpWjibI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hoe-eV8sscM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044737016363977138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RgKBlpWjibI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hoe-eV8sscM/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ryan and I were out together earlier this week and found a great bargain at the Superstore! They had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigidea.com/"&gt;Veggie Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; movies there being sold for 2$! So we splurged and bought one lol. Jacob has never seen a Veggie Tales movie, and it has been quite a while since I have seen anything by them too. I figured he would really love it with all the bright colors and fun up-beat music. Sure enough, he LOVED it. He was dancing and singing to the music. I find it so cute watching all babies dance. Any baby likes a good beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Jacob to grow up in a godly home. I want to watch him grow in his love for&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RgKB9JWjidI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KEW6k18SVZw/s1600-h/img_logosm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044737420090902994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RgKB9JWjidI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KEW6k18SVZw/s400/img_logosm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; God and hopefully want to be a follower of God too. I am glad for these videos because it is the one place where he can get at least some positive influence on television. For any of you who don't know what Veggie Tales is, it is basically a bible lesson acted out in a story by different vegetable characters. They are even funny for adults too! Some, I find myself laughing so hard I can't stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob prays with us before each meal and at bed time after we finish singing Jesus Loves Me. He can't quite say Amen clearly yet, the closest he has gotten to it was "memaw" lol he gets that "M" sound anyway. He holds our hands and gets upset when we don't hold ha&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RgKBupWjicI/AAAAAAAAAKM/11tvXohDspY/s1600-h/imagescvcv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044737170982799810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RgKBupWjicI/AAAAAAAAAKM/11tvXohDspY/s400/imagescvcv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nds every time and bows his head. He stays upstairs with us when we go to church for the music, then we take him downstairs. The nursery kids usually go down right away, but he loves the songs sooo much, I just have to make that extra trip when the service starts to take him down. Then when he gets to the nursery he doesn't even look back. He's pretty trusting and ready for adventure I guess. Anyway, to all of you who have never seen any Veggie Tales movies "DO IT"! You won't be disappointed and neither will your kiddos. You'll fall in love with Bob and Larry the tomato and cucumber.&lt;/span&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/38658065-197091928223791488?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/197091928223791488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=197091928223791488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/197091928223791488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/197091928223791488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/03/veggie-tales.html' title='Veggie Tales'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RgKBlpWjibI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hoe-eV8sscM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-3191955583090897135</id><published>2007-03-07T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T04:25:30.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things About Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;About&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jacob was conceived in August 21, 2004&lt;br /&gt;2. I was pregnant by our first anniversary and didn’t even know it – he surprised us&lt;br /&gt;3. Jacob was born April 21, 2005&lt;br /&gt;4. Jacob was born 10:21pm after 25 hrs of labor &amp;amp; ended up with a c-section&lt;br /&gt;5. Jacob weighed 7 lbs 14 oz&lt;br /&gt;6. He was 21 inches long&lt;br /&gt;7. Jacob was born with a head full of black hair&lt;br /&gt;8. Jacob breast fed almost 2 exclusive months&lt;br /&gt;9. He ate every 1-2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;10. His cord fell off around 3 weeks of age&lt;br /&gt;11. By a month old Jacob was sleeping 10-11 hrs at night&lt;br /&gt;12. Jacob always slept in his crib except the first few days in a laundry basket&lt;br /&gt;13. Jacob sniffs flowers even if they are in a picture&lt;br /&gt;14. Jacob plays with his toes and goes “wee wee wee” in a squealy voice (you know…the piggy’s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;15. At 9 months of age he went on his 1st airplane ride to Manitoba&lt;br /&gt;16. Jacob doesn’t like sippe cups&lt;br /&gt;17. Jacob had his first ever tooth on top pulled without freezing, he bumped it and it was hanging&lt;br /&gt;18. He still has no top front tooth…you can tell in all his pictures when he smiles&lt;br /&gt;19. He takes 3 hour naps&lt;br /&gt;20. At 22 months he stopped using a bottle&lt;br /&gt;21. He was walking fully by 9 months&lt;br /&gt;22. He loves playing outside&lt;br /&gt;23. Jacob never used a soother&lt;br /&gt;24. Jacob was climbing before he was walking&lt;br /&gt;25. He loves trains&lt;br /&gt;26. He enjoys brushing his teeth …..and mine&lt;br /&gt;27. Jacob won’t go anywhere without his blanket&lt;br /&gt;28. He loves visiting family&lt;br /&gt;29. He never misses me when I leave him at Sunday school&lt;br /&gt;30. He says amen (memo) after we pray before every meal&lt;br /&gt;31. He holds our hands and bows his head when we pray&lt;br /&gt;32. He says his own prayer in gibberish too&lt;br /&gt;33. Jacob loves apple juice&lt;br /&gt;34. He only drinks fresh, crisp, cold milk&lt;br /&gt;35. He likes to choose the clothes he wants to wear each day&lt;br /&gt;36. He has NEVER kept his socks on&lt;br /&gt;37. He loves bath time&lt;br /&gt;38. He knows most animal sounds&lt;br /&gt;39. He knows most of his body parts by name&lt;br /&gt;40. Jacob loves apple sauce&lt;br /&gt;41. Jacob hates peas&lt;br /&gt;42. Jacob hates sweet potato&lt;br /&gt;43. Jacob loves Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;44. Jacob loves Juice&lt;br /&gt;45. Jacob loves chips&lt;br /&gt;46. He loves boiled carrots&lt;br /&gt;47. Jacob is very independent&lt;br /&gt;48. Jacob never minds being babysat&lt;br /&gt;49. Jacob loves running naked around the house after bath time. Thinks it’s a game.&lt;br /&gt;50. Jacob loves water, swimming, and blowing bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;51. He loves mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;52. Jacob only ever had 1 stomach flu which wasn’t too long ago&lt;br /&gt;53. Jacob is learning to say new words every day&lt;br /&gt;54. He loves driving his Fisher Price car and honk the horn&lt;br /&gt;55. Jacob loves the movie Shrek 1 and Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;56. Jacob nods his head yes or no when answering us&lt;br /&gt;57. Jacob just moved into his big boy bed a week ago&lt;br /&gt;58. Jacob loves to color with Mommy&lt;br /&gt;59. Jacob doesn’t have a huge appetite&lt;br /&gt;60. Jacob loves cheese&lt;br /&gt;61. Jacob loves rubbing bare skin&lt;br /&gt;62. Jacob favorite snack is a dill pickle&lt;br /&gt;63. Jacob enjoys carrying logs to the furnace with Daddy&lt;br /&gt;64. His favorite shows are Poko, Lunar Jim and Pinky Dinky Do&lt;br /&gt;65. He enjoys going to the public pool&lt;br /&gt;66. He likes to put his ears under water by leaning back&lt;br /&gt;67. Jacob loves nap time&lt;br /&gt;68. He asks to go nih nih (night night)&lt;br /&gt;69. He can swim all alone with the noodle&lt;br /&gt;70. Jacob enjoys sliding down the couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;71. He sleeps in his big boy bed&lt;br /&gt;72. First outing was to Grammie’s and Granddad’s&lt;br /&gt;73. Rolling side to side approx, July 9, 2005&lt;br /&gt;74. Creeping a week later&lt;br /&gt;75. Was crawling fully by the 25 of November&lt;br /&gt;76. Sept. 7, 2005 first baby food&lt;br /&gt;77. Sept 18, 2005 first vegetables&lt;br /&gt;78. Drinks from cup Feb. 9, 2006&lt;br /&gt;79. First word Da-da&lt;br /&gt;80. When Ryan and I yell across the house Jacob will yell too&lt;br /&gt;81. He hates his night light&lt;br /&gt;82. First tooth in November, 2005&lt;br /&gt;83. You loved us singing Jesus Loves Me Every Night&lt;br /&gt;84. Jacob is always getting into the fridge&lt;br /&gt;85. He likes wearing hair elastics around his arm like a bracelet&lt;br /&gt;86. He likes to put his shoes on&lt;br /&gt;87. He loves playing outside&lt;br /&gt;88. He colors in the lines&lt;br /&gt;89. He likes to play in his bedroom closet&lt;br /&gt;90. He enjoys playing with his toys only if others play with him&lt;br /&gt;91. He pulls the cats hair&lt;br /&gt;92. He has the cutest laugh&lt;br /&gt;93. He never had cradle cap&lt;br /&gt;94. He loves to run around the house – it is open so we run round and round&lt;br /&gt;95. He blows kisses and says bye bye when people leave the house&lt;br /&gt;96. He gives really nice kisses&lt;br /&gt;97. He loves scrambled eggs&lt;br /&gt;98. He loves pancakes with syrup&lt;br /&gt;99. Jacob only cuddles first thing in the morning&lt;br /&gt;100. He’s got the sweetest, kindest smile and eyes you'll ever see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I saw this on a few blogs and decided to try it out too! Yes, I did use a couple of the same ones as the others' because it was true of Jacob also. Hope you enjoyed getting to know Jacob a little better :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38658065-3191955583090897135?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3191955583090897135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=3191955583090897135&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/3191955583090897135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/3191955583090897135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/03/100-things-about-jacob.html' title='100 Things About Jacob'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-5241137349804482686</id><published>2007-03-02T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T05:12:04.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RegffQf3G_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/_uHAXSQYykY/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037310805078907890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RegffQf3G_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/_uHAXSQYykY/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just did this post but then my computer froze and I had to re-do it all :( So here I go again….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob has been doing really well the last three nights. I will tuck him in bed, give him a kiss, say night night, then sing Jesus Loves Me. We have never missed a night doing that. It only takes a minute to sing and it really helps him to feel secure, loved and comforted, and to wind down. One of my favorite things to do when he was younger (between birth and one) was to rock together. It even relaxed me! Some days it was the only time we could just cuddle together. Cherish those times because they go way to fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to sleeping. Last night was the first night that I heard Jacob get out of bed. I put him to bed around 8:00PM and heard him playing around till about 8:30PM. I didn’t mind too much because I know even when he was in his crib he would talk and jump in it before he would fall asleep. I decided to go up at 8:30PM, put him back to bed, gave him a kiss and said night night. He wasn’t up again till morning. VERY happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been a little more active during nap time but still is pretty good. Yesterday around nap time I went in about three times and every time I heard him I put him back to bed. I didn’t mind at all. I just sat outside the door and waited. (saw it on Supernanny….actually worked!) And by the third time I put him back in bed and told him to stay in bed he didn’t get out again! This has actually been one of the easiest transitions so far. He has been doing really well. I am thankful. Lets hope it lasts :) I will keep you posted. I find as long as I am rested and getting my sleep I am more patient and less worried about things. Not enough sleep can really make for an impatient mommy which isn’t good. I don’t want to get to the point where I take my frustration out on my children because I am tired. I have seen/heard that happen to other children too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The picture at the top right was taken around 10:00PM right before I went to bed. I used the night time option on my camera. His room was completely dark and as you can see the pictures that I took are brighter than even some of the ones I take during the day with regular light. My pictures as of late have been wayyy to dark. I may have to use the night time option for now on for even my day time pictures if they aren't going to be so dark. I hope so. I can't afford a new camera right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;IMPORTANT NOTICE&lt;/span&gt;: I was recently reading blogger friend &lt;a href="http://www.underourtinroof.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber’s &lt;/a&gt;blog and she mentioned reading a clip on the baby development website that Jacob is no longer a toddler :(!!!!! He is a pre-schooler. I guess that starts around 2! He is not my little baby, he isn’t even my little toddler anymore :) I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was just getting used to calling him a toddler. I can tell you that the toddler stage went by way too fast! &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/38658065-5241137349804482686?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5241137349804482686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=5241137349804482686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/5241137349804482686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/5241137349804482686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/03/sleeping-update.html' title='Sleeping Update'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RegffQf3G_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/_uHAXSQYykY/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-8684135192680255727</id><published>2007-02-27T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T08:32:20.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PJ's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgSOyVfgBIQ/ReRSr7305WI/AAAAAAAAAws/lyst_TQFrEU/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036241198066754914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgSOyVfgBIQ/ReRSr7305WI/AAAAAAAAAws/lyst_TQFrEU/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday we got a package in the mail from Grammie G &amp; Papa. There were chocolates, news paper clippings, notes, as well as the hand made PJ’S that she made HAND MADE sewing. I just love all the detail that went into it. There is a little embossed Scottie dog in the front, and the front of the pants has a “zipper” look to it. The blue in it is made of sweat pant material. It is just wonderful! It is nice and warm for winter as well. She sure has a gift. Even the quality is better than anything you can get in the stores. Plus it is extra special because it was made by Grammie G. Thank you for the beautiful package Mom &amp;amp; Dad! We were both very teared up when we opened it. The other 2 items that she put in the package were 2 home made “magic bags” …you know the ones that you heat up in the microwave? We LOVE our heating bags :) I will probably use one tonight while relaxing with Ryan. I know the pictures turned out quite dark, my camera has been taking pictures like that lately.....I really hope I don't have to invest in a new one. I can't live without it, but these dark pictures are really not good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38658065-8684135192680255727?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8684135192680255727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=8684135192680255727&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/8684135192680255727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/8684135192680255727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-we-got-package-in-mail-from.html' title='PJ&apos;s'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgSOyVfgBIQ/ReRSr7305WI/AAAAAAAAAws/lyst_TQFrEU/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-7882313486974060008</id><published>2007-02-22T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T08:54:41.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob Loves Lego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rd3FELbvINI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_iI5iKEM21E/s1600-h/lego.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034396634049355986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rd3FELbvINI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_iI5iKEM21E/s400/lego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jacob Playing Lego&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rd3FELbvINI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_iI5iKEM21E/s1600-h/lego.jpg"&gt; *click image for larger view*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jacob is sitting on his wooden train set table. I will build it and within minutes he tears it apart, puts the pieces on the floor to leave room for his stuffed animals. He makes room for himself and starts playing with Lego. I think he is having more fun sitting on the train table playing toys than having it set up all the time. I still haven't taken a picture yet of the train set all set up. I will have to do it some evening he is asleep. That way it will give me a chance to get a picture before it is taken down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38658065-7882313486974060008?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7882313486974060008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=7882313486974060008&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/7882313486974060008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/7882313486974060008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/02/jacob-love-lego.html' title='Jacob Loves Lego'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rd3FELbvINI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_iI5iKEM21E/s72-c/lego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-6888712047488230734</id><published>2007-02-20T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T04:08:42.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrjZLbvIFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FPTQHmlUdE4/s1600-h/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033585555245310034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrjZLbvIFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FPTQHmlUdE4/s400/p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jacob &amp; Maggie &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrjZLbvIFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FPTQHmlUdE4/s1600-h/p.jpg"&gt;*click image for larger view*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrjZLbvIFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FPTQHmlUdE4/s1600-h/p.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrilbbvICI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JV_7sksHR0I/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033584666187079714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrilbbvICI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JV_7sksHR0I/s400/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Patrick Pushing &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrilbbvICI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JV_7sksHR0I/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;*click image for larger view*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrilbbvICI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JV_7sksHR0I/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrilrbvIDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sF99rAlGhzE/s1600-h/Picture+308.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033584670482047026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrilrbvIDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sF99rAlGhzE/s400/Picture+308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and Cona &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrilrbvIDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sF99rAlGhzE/s1600-h/Picture+308.jpg"&gt;*click image for larger view*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrilrbvIDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sF99rAlGhzE/s1600-h/Picture+308.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrilrbvIEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h11qWFLyxss/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033584670482047042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrilrbvIEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h11qWFLyxss/s400/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rdrh-rbvIBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/o24fqCkxejY/s1600-h/winter+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033584000467148818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rdrh-rbvIBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/o24fqCkxejY/s400/winter+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob had fun playing on the ice with his cousins Emma, Adam, Micalea, Molly, Jeremiah, Halley and Maggie. My Aunt Cathy has a pond in their back yard and we all get together and skate. Jacob and Maggie had fun getting pushed around in the shovel by Patrick. Works just as good as a sled! Jacob didn’t stay out too long though because he hates the cold and refused to keep his mittens on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38658065-6888712047488230734?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6888712047488230734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=6888712047488230734&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/6888712047488230734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/6888712047488230734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/02/winter-fun.html' title='Winter Fun'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdrjZLbvIFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FPTQHmlUdE4/s72-c/p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-3177526584349456496</id><published>2007-02-13T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T09:33:13.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdH0rrbvH9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/r1NObQ8DEjw/s1600-h/xd+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031071289980166098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdH0rrbvH9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/r1NObQ8DEjw/s400/xd+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; Well, I would go ahead and say that this was Jacob's first time at a hockey game but it is actually his second. The first time my pictures didn't turn out and now I don't have any record of it :(. It was run through the Tim Hortons hockey and people from all over came to play and participate. Jacob was still a little too young to play but he came with his cousins Emma, Adam and Micalea who were playing. The time between games got quite long so what they did was rented several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdH0brbvH8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/jO8o7oE7J6g/s1600-h/Picture+323.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031071015102259138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdH0brbvH8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/jO8o7oE7J6g/s400/Picture+323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; Inflatable play rooms. There were some with race cars and punching bags in them and others with a ton of stuff to climb but there was one that Jacob could get on and that was the pirate ship. There were little steps to help get to the top and a huge slide to get down. He had so much fun. Of course, since it was run through Tim Hortons there was all you can eat timbits and coffee. The younges cousin Adam asked me "did you come to see me, or were you just here for the food?" lol It was so cute. Funny how children's minds work. As I said in an earlier post I don't like sweets, and I really don't drink coffee so I could honestly answer in response "I came to see you...I haven't had 1 timbit!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jacob sitting in the bleachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdH0C7bvH7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RGOt9c-sivg/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031070589900496818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdH0C7bvH7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RGOt9c-sivg/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; Watching Emma, Micalea, and Adam play. In these pictures I think you can only see Adam in the middle picture #8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdHzcLbvH6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/LEouw8sYkKQ/s1600-h/Picture+329.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031069924180565922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdHzcLbvH6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/LEouw8sYkKQ/s400/Picture+329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there all day so we got to enjoy some hot dogs! Jacob has a funny look on, he is starving, chewing his food and trying to say cheese all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdHy0LbvH5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ven6-Tu___s/s1600-h/collage33.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031069236985798546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdHy0LbvH5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ven6-Tu___s/s400/collage33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jacob had fun running back and forth down the aisles of bleachers. He never let go of his satin edged blanket. He never sucked his thumb and he never liked a soother and gave up his bottle pretty easy and he isn't even 2 yet, but the one thing that I don't think he will give up any time soon is his satin edged blanket. He finds them so cozy and soft. I was the same way when I was little. I would rub the satiny part against my face. It was so soothing. He learned that all on his own though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdHx7rbvH3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/rcSng4_CF0E/s1600-h/Picture+338.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031068266323189618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdHx7rbvH3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/rcSng4_CF0E/s400/Picture+338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdHxebbvH1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/SSpSwbyxM48/s1600-h/Picture+349.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jacob looking pretty serious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdHxebbvH2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/kWThpL-FhmU/s1600-h/Picture+341.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031067763812015970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdHxebbvH2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/kWThpL-FhmU/s400/Picture+341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdHx77bvH4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/06NkrlF3B_I/s1600-h/Picture+336.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031068270618156930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdHx77bvH4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/06NkrlF3B_I/s400/Picture+336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; Jacob and Micalea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Micalea, Jacob and Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38658065-3177526584349456496?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3177526584349456496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=3177526584349456496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/3177526584349456496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/3177526584349456496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/02/hockey-game.html' title='Hockey Game'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RdH0rrbvH9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/r1NObQ8DEjw/s72-c/xd+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-8631474342291795956</id><published>2007-02-07T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:54:50.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcoCiLbAxwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Soh2Y8eK81M/s1600-h/pwedding+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028834720117475074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcoCiLbAxwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Soh2Y8eK81M/s400/pwedding+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcoCiLbAxwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Soh2Y8eK81M/s1600-h/pwedding+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*click image for larger view*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Jacob &amp;amp; Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh my, what a day it has been. Jacob is down for his nap today….thankfully. The last two days he hasn’t had a nap. He isn’t even two yet! I know children well into the age 4-6 that still have naps. What age did your children stop having naps? I still think I will put him down for a bit even if he just has some alone time talking with himself. I am scared because I don't want his napping days to be over :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Second thing: Ryan called from work, he had left a form at home that he needed during the day and wanted me to read it off to him. I was on the phone maybe 2-3 minutes tops and when I came into the living room Jacob had gotten a chair, pushed it over to his change area and rubbed vaseline ALL over his hair, clothes, couch, carpet EVERYTHING. So normally he would have a bath right before bed, but today first thing this morning he went into the tub. Even after washing his hair 5X with baby shampoo and dish soap his hair is still sticking together. Any advice???? This is the first time he has taken the chair and pushed it over to where he wants to reach something. What a smarty pants....and a new can of worms being opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The last thing I wanted to say is that after his swim on Tuesday he put his feet down in the shallow end!!! Before he wouldn't stop wraping his legs around me and now he doesn't mind his feet touching! This is a huge accomplishment for him. It was really bad there for a while and I am pleased to announce that he is over that. He is almost getting too care free, several times he was inching too close to the water that was over his head. Eyes are on him 100%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38658065-8631474342291795956?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8631474342291795956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=8631474342291795956&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/8631474342291795956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/8631474342291795956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/02/crazy-days.html' title='Crazy Days....'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcoCiLbAxwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Soh2Y8eK81M/s72-c/pwedding+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-3873872857171953065</id><published>2007-02-04T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T04:19:05.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcXL4kTgZqI/AAAAAAAAADg/MfBNBGa9oR0/s1600-h/Picture+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027648731707631266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcXL4kTgZqI/AAAAAAAAADg/MfBNBGa9oR0/s400/Picture+277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Getting ready to eat his hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcXL40TgZrI/AAAAAAAAADo/lrUdwEr_pOc/s1600-h/Picture+283.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027648736002598578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcXL40TgZrI/AAAAAAAAADo/lrUdwEr_pOc/s400/Picture+283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob loved watching all of the other boys hitting the piñata. By the time it was his turn he was really hitting it hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcXLlETgZoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fxE-zdD6ryY/s1600-h/Picture+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027648396700182146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcXLlETgZoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fxE-zdD6ryY/s400/Picture+271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;He also got to play musical chairs....or course with the help from mommy. But he did get the idea. I just helped him to get there a little faster ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcXLlETgZpI/AAAAAAAAADY/DtwaoPknUbE/s1600-h/Picture+275.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027648396700182162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcXLlETgZpI/AAAAAAAAADY/DtwaoPknUbE/s400/Picture+275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday party was a Car's theme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcXLXETgZmI/AAAAAAAAADA/KLG5Q49fqBA/s1600-h/Picture+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027648156182013538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcXLXETgZmI/AAAAAAAAADA/KLG5Q49fqBA/s400/Picture+266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jacob playing with a mechanical cat. It purrs, meows, walks, and massages its feet on you. and it looked real! Now that is my kind of cat....I may have to exchange my real ones for that. What do you think lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcXLXkTgZnI/AAAAAAAAADI/pNVe-cZHa5k/s1600-h/Picture+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027648164771948146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcXLXkTgZnI/AAAAAAAAADI/pNVe-cZHa5k/s400/Picture+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob had fun playing with the other children. but at times I would look for him and he would be in the play room playing contentedly by himself. He especially loved playing with the geo train set. (That is the one I am hoping to get him for his 2nd birthday). Jacob has gone to families homes for birthdays but this was the first one we went to that wasn't family. The person who gave us our orange and white cat to be exact. I only met them a couple of times and her son and Jacob loved playing together. It started at 9:30AM which worked out great because Jacob still gets a noon nap. Overall it was a great time. I am glad that Jacob can play with other children. It is a great way to develop good social skills, plus they can learn from each other and learn to share. I have to admit that I was shocked when Jacob grabbed the toys out of someones hands. I guess all children have to learn how to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38658065-3873872857171953065?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3873872857171953065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=3873872857171953065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/3873872857171953065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/3873872857171953065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/02/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday Party'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RcXL4kTgZqI/AAAAAAAAADg/MfBNBGa9oR0/s72-c/Picture+277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-4350039846334470539</id><published>2007-01-29T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T05:12:49.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Potato Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rb3x1kTgZlI/AAAAAAAAACk/V67_R9YcBmA/s1600-h/collage31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025438661796193874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rb3x1kTgZlI/AAAAAAAAACk/V67_R9YcBmA/s400/collage31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rb3vxETgZjI/AAAAAAAAACU/mre44GmLPkE/s1600-h/Picture+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025436385463526962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rb3vxETgZjI/AAAAAAAAACU/mre44GmLPkE/s400/Picture+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rb3vxUTgZkI/AAAAAAAAACc/PFw4YI5n_YM/s1600-h/Picture+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025436389758494274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rb3vxUTgZkI/AAAAAAAAACc/PFw4YI5n_YM/s400/Picture+249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rb3u1kTgZhI/AAAAAAAAACE/Zz60nxReOhU/s1600-h/Picture+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025435363261310482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rb3u1kTgZhI/AAAAAAAAACE/Zz60nxReOhU/s400/Picture+243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rb3u2UTgZiI/AAAAAAAAACM/2Pg7hK2N-nY/s1600-h/Picture+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025435376146212386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rb3u2UTgZiI/AAAAAAAAACM/2Pg7hK2N-nY/s400/Picture+245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I went grocery shopping yesterday and came across a Mr. Potato Head! It was regularly $12.00 and we were able to get it for half that on sale. I was very pleased. I was thinking we should wait and give it away for a birthday gift or a gift for some occasion but this, it was a random splurge I guess. We thought it would be a great idea considering Jacob knows most of his body parts already. I will usually draw a face on a piece of paper and he will point to the eyes and say eye, then to the nose and say no (his way of saying nose) then to the mouth, and he says mou. and so on. The packaging said from ages 2 and up but Jacob is always learning and will be two in 3 months so why not. He loves pointing to all the parts and saying what they are. I find it amazing watching him learn. He still blows me away sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38658065-4350039846334470539?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4350039846334470539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=4350039846334470539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/4350039846334470539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/4350039846334470539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/01/mr-potato-head.html' title='Mr. Potato Head'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/Rb3x1kTgZlI/AAAAAAAAACk/V67_R9YcBmA/s72-c/collage31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-4147931952498343184</id><published>2007-01-27T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:56:58.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing With Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbuprkTgZfI/AAAAAAAAABs/2X-gTq4_tn4/s1600-h/Picture+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024796375206880754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbuprkTgZfI/AAAAAAAAABs/2X-gTq4_tn4/s400/Picture+229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbuprkTgZfI/AAAAAAAAABs/2X-gTq4_tn4/s1600-h/Picture+229.jpg"&gt;*click image for larger view*&lt;/a&gt; Jacob sitting in the other computer chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbuprkTgZgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5s6lBceolR8/s1600-h/Picture+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024796375206880770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbuprkTgZgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5s6lBceolR8/s400/Picture+230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbuprkTgZgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5s6lBceolR8/s1600-h/Picture+230.jpg"&gt;*click image for larger view*&lt;/a&gt; Relaxing with Daddy. I looked over and Jacob was laying on Ryan and watching TV. Too cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38658065-4147931952498343184?l=jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4147931952498343184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38658065&amp;postID=4147931952498343184&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/4147931952498343184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38658065/posts/default/4147931952498343184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobdavidryan.blogspot.com/2007/01/click-image-for-larger-view-jacob.html' title='Relaxing With Dad'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03414464973985256871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbuprkTgZfI/AAAAAAAAABs/2X-gTq4_tn4/s72-c/Picture+229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38658065.post-2148484715940076068</id><published>2007-01-26T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T15:20:09.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob Being Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, here is my first post about Jacob on his new link! I thought since I have met so many great people on the blog I would share some of his earlier days since I figured many of you haven't seen these pictures. Especially when I didn't start blogging till Jacob was several months old. This is also his first post, so why not go back in time and share a couple of firsts. I will resume with my current posts soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqGvkTgZbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vWT881jA75s/s1600-h/Christmas+program+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024476486042674610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqGvkTgZbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vWT881jA75s/s400/Christmas+program+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqGvkTgZbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vWT881jA75s/s1600-h/Christmas+program+016.jpg"&gt;*click image for larger view*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jacob's first laundry basket ride. I don't know anyone who hasn't enjoyed one of those! Jacob was about 5 months old here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqJZ0TgZeI/AAAAAAAAABE/DCmbGAwfR2g/s1600-h/Christmas+program+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024479410915403234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqJZ0TgZeI/AAAAAAAAABE/DCmbGAwfR2g/s400/Christmas+program+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqJZ0TgZeI/AAAAAAAAABE/DCmbGAwfR2g/s1600-h/Christmas+program+046.jpg"&gt;*click image for larger view*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jacob's first Christmas. Wearing his space cadet outfit that he got from aunt Cait and Rach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqGv0TgZcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J-7Wx83_-UY/s1600-h/feb+9+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024476490337641922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqGv0TgZcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J-7Wx83_-UY/s400/feb+9+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqGv0TgZcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J-7Wx83_-UY/s1600-h/feb+9+008.jpg"&gt;*click image for larger view*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jacob's first bus ride in town where Ryan was finishing his undergrad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqGv0TgZdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NqxNYBPVKZQ/s1600-h/sledding+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024476490337641938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqGv0TgZdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NqxNYBPVKZQ/s400/sledding+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqGv0TgZdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NqxNYBPVKZQ/s1600-h/sledding+022.jpg"&gt;*click image for larger view*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jacob's first sledding experience. I wanted to post this picture seeing as it is winter now.....now snow yet....this time last year....quite a little difference don't you think? He kept taking his mittens off. He had fun going down the hill but didn't enjoy being cold. Don't worry we didn't stay out long....I know the picture says a thousand words but Mama's lookin after him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqF80TgZZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CvkhdQT0ioU/s1600-h/feb+9+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024475614164313490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqF80TgZZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CvkhdQT0ioU/s400/feb+9+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqF80TgZZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CvkhdQT0ioU/s1600-h/feb+9+001.jpg"&gt;*click image for larger view*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jacob's first steps. He was a very early walker and started walking fully at the mid - end of his 9th month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqFkUTgZYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hVj-8qloihw/s1600-h/100_1670.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024475193257518466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqFkUTgZYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hVj-8qloihw/s400/100_1670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IIy0o2h9ctE/RbqFkUTgZYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hVj-8qloihw/s1600-h/100_1670.jpg"&gt;*click image for larger view*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jacob's first birthday. He was all spiffed up in his gap sweater. 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