<?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-4809732853252608161</id><updated>2011-09-01T06:32:46.714-07:00</updated><category term='baseball'/><category term='recycle'/><category term='stains'/><category term='softball'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='pharmacy'/><category term='Oprah'/><category term='Basic H2'/><category term='bugs'/><category term='shaklee'/><category term='First Well Baby Checkup'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='bribery'/><category term='wal-mart'/><category term='wife'/><category term='coke'/><category term='asthma'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='crayons'/><category term='saving money'/><category term='creative ideas'/><category term='bowling'/><category term='house cleaning'/><category term='family'/><category term='presents'/><category term='amazing woman'/><category term='2 liter'/><category term='vbs'/><category term='vacation bible school'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='medicine'/><category term='friends'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Mr. House Spouse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-2290157106453228031</id><published>2010-08-04T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:58:11.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings Day Three</title><content type='html'>Rusty's absence, day three, here are my blessings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Talked with Rusty on the phone (only briefly, but long enough to find out that he is doing well, despite the heat)&lt;br /&gt;2) Energy to work out on my own, followed by a picnic at the red park/splash park.  Eleanor was quite compliant on my feeding demands.&lt;br /&gt;3) A loving sister-in-Christ that came to watch the children for me while I went to a doctor's appointment (which was a last minute request since our decision for Rusty to go to camp was a last minute decision)&lt;br /&gt;4) CHURCH!!  (HALLELUJAH!!)&lt;br /&gt;5) Juice slushy from Sonic (because Samuel helped mommy by feeding Eleanor while I got ready for my doctor's appointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that Rusty will be back on Friday and not Saturday.  I am so excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-2290157106453228031?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2290157106453228031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=2290157106453228031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2290157106453228031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2290157106453228031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/blessings-day-three.html' title='Blessings Day Three'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-2405569795844492928</id><published>2010-08-03T17:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:48:00.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings Day Two</title><content type='html'>Here are the blessings from day two of Rusty being gone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kept warm by Samuel (once again)&lt;br /&gt;2) Being able to practice yoga with Eleanor - there is a free yoga class at the "red park" on Tuesdays. So the boys get to play with friends and mommy gets to do yoga.  Well, today, Eleanor decided to stay awake on the drive to red park, so she laid beside me on the yoga mat, and in typical newborn fashion, flailed her arms and legs while mommy did yoga.&lt;br /&gt;3) Picnic at the red park/splash park&lt;br /&gt;4) Juice-slushy from Sonic&lt;br /&gt;5) Children nap time coinciding.  This meant that Asher took a 2 1/2 hour nap instead of his 1 1/2 hour nap, but the quiet time was definitely worth it!&lt;br /&gt;6) Getting caught up on laundry...tell me how it is that while Rusty is gone I can get caught up on laundry (some of which has been waiting to be put away since before our 2 week "Texas tour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessings keep flowing down (I think I may get to clean-up from tornado Andy Kristopher again...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-2405569795844492928?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2405569795844492928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=2405569795844492928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2405569795844492928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2405569795844492928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/blessings-day-two.html' title='Blessings Day Two'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7053710034438573112</id><published>2010-08-02T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T15:53:54.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 blessings</title><content type='html'>So here is a list of blessings I received today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Samuel kept Eleanor and I warm all night long by sleeping with me in my bed (I am not sure how he kept Eleanor warm because she sleeps next to our bed).  At least that is what he said.&lt;br /&gt;2) Having a picnic and playing until Asher dropped at the "red park/splash park."&lt;br /&gt;3) Playing astronaut with Samuel and Andy - which we had to cut short so I could bathe Asher so we could go to the post office before it closed.&lt;br /&gt;4) And cleaning up Samuel's room after the tornado (aka Andy Kristopher) hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, today was a very blessed day for mommy and children.  Rusty called and said he was having fun at church camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7053710034438573112?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7053710034438573112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7053710034438573112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7053710034438573112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7053710034438573112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-1-blessings.html' title='Day 1 blessings'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-2519108437876745246</id><published>2010-08-02T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:10:00.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kitchen Sink</title><content type='html'>Mrs. House Spouse again.  I have a very special story to share from our travels while Rusty has been looking for a job.  We went on a 13-day road trip - which in itself is a long time to be away from home.  So imagine the amount of luggage we packed for a family of six.  It always seems that you take EVERYTHING with you when you are gone a long time, right?  Well, I think Samuel put it best when he said, "we forgot to pack the sink.  Next time, we need to make sure not to forget it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what had happened was that Samuel brought his cup with his juice in it and he wanted water.  When we are at home, we washed out his cup in the kitchen sink before we give him water - hence the reason why we needed the kitchen sink.  I thought it was very appropriate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-2519108437876745246?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2519108437876745246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=2519108437876745246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2519108437876745246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2519108437876745246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/kitchen-sink.html' title='The Kitchen Sink'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-6318704375026762921</id><published>2010-08-01T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:10:37.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane or Brave?</title><content type='html'>Mrs. House Spouse here.  I am taking a poll.  Am I crazy or brave?  Rusty was blessed by God with the opportunity to go to Little Prairie Bible Camp with the youth from our church to be a counselor.  So how does correlate to my poll?  Well, that means that I get all the children to myself until Saturday!  I am so excited to see what way God will bless me this week.  (PLEASE PRAY FOR MY SANITY!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-6318704375026762921?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6318704375026762921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=6318704375026762921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6318704375026762921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6318704375026762921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/insane-or-brave.html' title='Insane or Brave?'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-8291248683835785773</id><published>2010-07-12T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:21:26.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden</title><content type='html'>Hey it is me Mr House Spouse, my wife realized how hard it was to keep a blog updated, take care of the kids, house, and do everything else so it has been a little bit since anyone posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this week we are just waiting to hear back from the places I tried out at to see if any will give me an offer, it is going to be the longest week ever.  my wife is doing all the final paper work to leave her job and become a mommy and though it is a "company house" they said we could stay until I find a job or til Sep 1 which ever comes first.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we were gone for about 2 1/2 weeks back to back for some job interviews and visiting family when we got back last week our small 3x6 foot garden with tomatoes, radishes and corn was huge with tomato plants and WEEDS!!!!  everything else around looked dry and dying off so we did not know what was going so I did not mess with it for a week because we were getting some HUGE tomatoes off of it.  Well after having to throw 4 out because of rotting I thought I would look to see what was going on and to find out the ground under the pants was constantly wet.  The weeds had grown and the garden hose had a slight drip that was keeping the ground wet and the weed covering was keeping it from evaporating.  So the joys of a dripping water hose kept our garden alive while we were gone but in the long run did more hard, some of the vines even started to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the majority of today pulling weeds very carefully out of the garden and the boys were going to help until we also learned that small red ants decided to make the soft dirt from the garden and the sand box next to it their new home.  Asher fell trying to help me pull weeds but luckily did not land in the ant area.  Samuel and Andy decided they were going to take the hoe to the sand box and destroy all the Ant tunnels in there.  I only got bit once by something don't know if it was an ant or not so I ended up spraying everything down with insect killer so the boys could play in their sandbox and help in the garden again in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up putting stepping stones in the middle of the garden to stop weeds from growing there and give me easier access to it all.  Well that is enough about me so tomorrow I will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-8291248683835785773?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8291248683835785773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=8291248683835785773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8291248683835785773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8291248683835785773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/garden.html' title='Garden'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7515225025791159294</id><published>2010-06-16T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:00:01.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samuel's shots</title><content type='html'>So Rusty took Samuel to the doctor yesterday for a school physical and asthma checkup.  The doctor's appointment went fine but of course, it was time for Samuel to get his booster shots.  Rusty took Samuel to the immunization clinic.  They had to yell "Jordan" before Rusty finally made Samuel get up.  Samuel bravely walked down the hall to the room.  Once he got inside the room and saw what they were going to do, he started getting scared and wanted to hold Rusty's hand.  Samuel didn't cry at all...until they gave him his shots, and then (as Samuel put it) "he cried like a baby."  But after the shots were down and they put the Charlie Brown band-aids over his shots, he was fine.  Since last night, Samuel has been walking like they gave him a suppository and only walking about half the speed.  Children are great entertainment.  Watching them is better than any reality t.v. show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7515225025791159294?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7515225025791159294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7515225025791159294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7515225025791159294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7515225025791159294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/samuels-shots.html' title='Samuel&apos;s shots'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-1743383948031544</id><published>2010-06-16T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:33:13.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Super Vision Fairy</title><content type='html'>Mrs. House Spouse again.  On Monday, I asked Rusty if he would be able to give the boys their bath that night.  Well, of course, I interrupted him while he was writing "a very important e-mail."  So he, being the wonderful husband he was, still ran the bath water, brushed the boys teeth, and put them in the bath and then left them.  Samuel said, "Daddy-o, where are you going?  You need to give us our wash-down."  Daddy-o replied with, "Don't tell Mommy.  I am going to let you play."  Samuel said, "Yeah!  Mommy doesn't ever let us do that."  So Rusty went back to finish his e-mail while I fed Eleanor.  After Rusty finished his e-mail he went back to check on the boys and found that they were using their shampoo to take a bubble bath.  Well, it ended up that the bottle of shampoo we just opened just before Eleanor was born had about enough shampoo for another week.  Rusty asked Samuel what happened to the shampoo and he said, "A fairy came in and poured it all out."  So I named it the "no supervision fairy" and that name has stuck with Samuel since then.  He has been telling everyone about the no supervision fairy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-1743383948031544?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1743383948031544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=1743383948031544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1743383948031544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1743383948031544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-super-vision-fairy.html' title='No Super Vision Fairy'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-8418765549882970646</id><published>2010-06-08T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:35:43.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't You Laugh?</title><content type='html'>Mrs. House Spouse again.  Just wanted to share a funny story about Andy Kristopher.  He is always telling jokes, but his jokes typically go something like this:  "Knock, knock" to which we reply, "who's there?" and he replies, "Banana (or words to that effect)," "Banana who?" "Banana, blah, bah, blah (literally those words exactly)."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To adults, this is not very funny, but apparently Andy seems to think it should be because he typically says, "why don't you laugh?  You are supposed to laugh at jokes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess his humor runs on Rusty's side, because Rusty typically has to explain his jokes and why they are supposed to be funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-8418765549882970646?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8418765549882970646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=8418765549882970646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8418765549882970646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8418765549882970646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-dont-you-laugh.html' title='Why Don&apos;t You Laugh?'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-2232342858143004741</id><published>2010-06-07T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:37:59.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Well Baby Checkup'/><title type='text'>Eleanor Two Week Well Baby Check</title><content type='html'>So  this is Mrs. House Spouse posting for Rusty.  I just wanted to put a  couple of pictures up as well as let the world know about her first well  baby check.  She weighed 8 lbs 14 oz (up from 8 lbs at birth) and measured at 21 3/4 inches (up from 21 inches at birth). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the ever important question that is on everyone's mind: is she sleeping at night?  She allows me to sleep about 3 hours continually at night and the doctor said today that based off her weight gain, I can allow her to decide when she wants to eat at night.  I am excited about this news!  We will see how that works out for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just wanted to share a copy of stories from Eleanor's birth, that Rusty has yet to post.  When the boys came to visit Eleanor at the hospital after she was born, the first thing Andy asked was, "Mommy, do you have any more baby's in your belly?"  I thought that was sweet of him to ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is nothing like facing the truth.  When we came home from the hospital, the first thing Samuel said was, "Mommy, why is your belly still so big?"  To which my reply was, "Mommy ate too much while she was pregnant and got fat."  So now when I tell Samuel he doesn't need to eat so much, he replies with, "So I won't get fat like you?"  I guess you have to be careful what you tell your children, you never know when they will repeat what you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TA2OofjLu1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AyJiMj3B310/s1600/IMG_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TA2OofjLu1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AyJiMj3B310/s400/IMG_1762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480193147894741842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TA2On500g3I/AAAAAAAAAII/0aXPpEtni_4/s1600/IMG_1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TA2On500g3I/AAAAAAAAAII/0aXPpEtni_4/s400/IMG_1766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480193137768170354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-2232342858143004741?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2232342858143004741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=2232342858143004741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2232342858143004741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2232342858143004741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-this-is-mrs.html' title='Eleanor Two Week Well Baby Check'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TA2OofjLu1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AyJiMj3B310/s72-c/IMG_1762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-1065913887798184969</id><published>2010-05-30T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:29:40.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleanor K. Jordan</title><content type='html'>Eleanor  was born on Sunday May 23rd 2010 at 1:45 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some  pictures:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMCQt4rthI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CDHI8y0rY0U/s1600/IMG_1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMCQRPlkVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N01yclUrTXM/s1600/IMG_1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMCQRPlkVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N01yclUrTXM/s400/IMG_1746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477224050342596946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMCPit_ZfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cXnC76CoIGM/s1600/IMG_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMCPit_ZfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cXnC76CoIGM/s400/IMG_1740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477224037853652466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMCPCLdgjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MHRGoHnEsIY/s1600/IMG_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMCPCLdgjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MHRGoHnEsIY/s400/IMG_1737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477224029118890546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMCOzgxkxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/omU-5mDJFgY/s1600/IMG_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMCOzgxkxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/omU-5mDJFgY/s400/IMG_1735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477224025181754130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMBq8Bs9AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XrRCa60HvMI/s1600/IMG_1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMBq8Bs9AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XrRCa60HvMI/s400/IMG_1732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477223408992056322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMBqXDlMnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zsAGgmvy3x8/s1600/IMG_1723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMBqXDlMnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zsAGgmvy3x8/s400/IMG_1723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477223399067824754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMBqImfpoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YqIX6-wgsLM/s1600/IMG_1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMBpMeXz4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/hqrayt6hzjo/s400/IMG_1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477223379047534466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMCQt4rthI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CDHI8y0rY0U/s1600/IMG_1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMCQt4rthI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CDHI8y0rY0U/s400/IMG_1751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477224058031158802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-1065913887798184969?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1065913887798184969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=1065913887798184969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1065913887798184969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1065913887798184969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/eleanor-k-jordan.html' title='Eleanor K. Jordan'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/TAMCQRPlkVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N01yclUrTXM/s72-c/IMG_1746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-6720260951799067481</id><published>2010-02-08T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:52:31.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once there was a cow</title><content type='html'>Once there was a cow,&lt;br /&gt;But he did not know how to plow.&lt;br /&gt;He ate all the hay,&lt;br /&gt;Before it was even May.&lt;br /&gt;The farmer got very mad,&lt;br /&gt;And it made the cow very sad.&lt;br /&gt;So he tried and pulled,&lt;br /&gt;He puffed and stulled,&lt;br /&gt;But nowhere he went,&lt;br /&gt;And the plow didn’t even make a dent.&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed he was,&lt;br /&gt;Because he couldn’t pull a plow like his cus.&lt;br /&gt;The farmer saw all the work that the cow tried to do,&lt;br /&gt;And he knew that to do the work, you have to have two.&lt;br /&gt;So he got Betsy and put her with the cow.&lt;br /&gt;Together they started to pull the plow.&lt;br /&gt;They did half the field then the rest,&lt;br /&gt;And the other cows noticed that they were the best.&lt;br /&gt;The cow was proud of himself and had a lot of fun,&lt;br /&gt;When he noticed all the work that he and Betsy had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rusty Jordan 1999&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-6720260951799067481?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6720260951799067481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=6720260951799067481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6720260951799067481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6720260951799067481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/once-there-was-cow.html' title='Once there was a cow'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7028231321417951929</id><published>2010-01-21T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:31:46.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultra Sound</title><content type='html'>Well I thought I would post the picture of the ultra sound.  It may be a little small though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/S1kOqYU9AvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FFCS6EaWWGI/s1600-h/EKJ-UltraSound.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/S1kOqYU9AvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FFCS6EaWWGI/s400/EKJ-UltraSound.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429386947019473650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.speser.com/EKJ-UltraSound.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.speser.com/EKJ-UltraSound.jpg"&gt;Click Here to see the Big Ultra Sound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7028231321417951929?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7028231321417951929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7028231321417951929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7028231321417951929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7028231321417951929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/ultra-sound.html' title='Ultra Sound'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/S1kOqYU9AvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FFCS6EaWWGI/s72-c/EKJ-UltraSound.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-5996618115705729905</id><published>2010-01-16T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:13:00.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Girl (maybe)</title><content type='html'>Well we recently found out that the baby is most likely a girl.  As with all gender testing they are not totally for sure since it could be hiding some body parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been debating names and are down to two.  Please let me know which one you think would be best.&lt;br /&gt;a. Rusti Dawn&lt;br /&gt;b. Elinor Kaye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-5996618115705729905?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5996618115705729905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=5996618115705729905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5996618115705729905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5996618115705729905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-girl-maybe.html' title='Its a Girl (maybe)'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-3538847885431149552</id><published>2009-12-16T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:39:20.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>So for Christmas we got a Wii and it is really funny watching the boys try to play.  Samuel gets frustrated really fast and wants to stop but he wants to continue playing as well.  I have helped him some but he does not want any help.  Andy on the other hand gets gets tired of it really fast and just stops playing.  For Andy it is because his arms are not long enough and the sensor does not detect the movement as actual movement.  and his hands are too small to press the A and B buttons.  But he is getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to bowling.  Samuel has become very good at bowling with a high score of 148 and average of around 120.  He typically bowls spares every frame but the one problem he has is that he does not realize how the points add up and he typically only knocks down 3 to 4 on his first roll and then the rest on the second half of the frame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he has learned how to curve the ball or roll it straight when he wants it to, which is something I have not fully figured out yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Tennis is a nother story in itself.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-3538847885431149552?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3538847885431149552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=3538847885431149552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3538847885431149552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3538847885431149552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-5716845165414398886</id><published>2009-12-15T07:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:08:11.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid News</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things to do is to find the stupid news story of the day and share it with my loving wife.  Most of the stories are government funded research studies researching common sense things.  Like did you know older people are more likely to get alstimers (or whatever it is called).  Or how about people who save money spend less.  And my favorite "Cancer Patients sick with another disease are less likely to survive than someone with just cancer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway with that I just thought I would share the stupid news of the day, it is a little different but with a little research you can see how stupid it is.  The article is &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap_travel/20091215/ap_tr_ge/eu_travel_brief_world_airlines_losses;_ylt=Aj6xrBROyNmkb33BxXnQNgis0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTFkaWFjMG5oBHBvcwMxNzgEc2VjA2FjY29yZGlvbl90cmF2ZWwEc2xrA2FpcmxpbmVzZXhwZQ--"&gt;Airlines are expected to lose $5.6 Billion in 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is not said is there are around 10.5 million domestic commercial flights a year in the US and that is not including all the international or other flights world wide (which totals around 30,000,000).  With this said on average they are losing $186 per flight.  I know with a $3 raise the majority of the people would not even notice since flight prices fluctuate so much and it would fix this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot I should go to work for the air line companies as a financial consultant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-5716845165414398886?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5716845165414398886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=5716845165414398886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5716845165414398886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5716845165414398886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/stupid-news.html' title='Stupid News'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7261248205629771946</id><published>2009-12-10T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:45:34.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Play</title><content type='html'>Today is Samuel's big school play.  The play is only an hour long :o( but I plan on getting it all on tape.  Actually I do not know how long it is but the teacher was a little bit upset because they were having to cut it a little short due to the fact that there was something else going on at 6 pm for another group of kids.  Oh well it will be great and I hope I do not forget to take the zoom off every now and then and get the rest of the class too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we pick Samuel up from school I used to ask him what all he did but now every time before we can even get out of the class room he asks me what all we did while he was at school.  He wants to know every minute detail down to the second of every little thing and if there seems to be too big of a gap or just does not sound right he will even ask "so what did you do between that."  The problem is there is not a whole lot you can really do in 3 hours when you have a starving baby on your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember when I was younger my parents asking what I learned about during school and my answer was always "Nothing."  Well when I ask Samuel he always replies back with EVERYTHING! but again like myself, he will not go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I guess that is enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7261248205629771946?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7261248205629771946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7261248205629771946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7261248205629771946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7261248205629771946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/school-play.html' title='School Play'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-934613830520835430</id><published>2009-11-16T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:58:20.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevermind</title><content type='html'>I was going to write about my wife being pregnant but GeGe and Mommy did not like the idea of how I was going to present it so I guess I will not tell anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-934613830520835430?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/934613830520835430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=934613830520835430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/934613830520835430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/934613830520835430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/nevermind.html' title='Nevermind'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-789197819312443958</id><published>2009-11-13T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:53:47.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Costume</title><content type='html'>So I actually made one costume this year and it was for Mommy. I asked her what she wanted to be and she said a Serial Killer so I went to work and well here is a picture of the finished product as well as some of the decent pictures the boys took while my camera was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sv2cfnTyK7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RpwKXnypu10/s1600-h/IMG_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sv2cfnTyK7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RpwKXnypu10/s400/IMG_1392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403647194856303538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sv2cfBk5JBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/q8ME_FYN-Lk/s1600-h/IMG_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sv2cfBk5JBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/q8ME_FYN-Lk/s400/IMG_1395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403647184727516178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sv2cex6uBzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/V9e4pKwW6kw/s1600-h/IMG_1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sv2cex6uBzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/V9e4pKwW6kw/s400/IMG_1397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403647180524095282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sv2dFDTOblI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uZ1KeRtc2RA/s1600-h/IMG_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sv2dFDTOblI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uZ1KeRtc2RA/s400/IMG_1398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403647838025313874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sv2ceFzVWaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/p0wO2bGhGiE/s1600-h/IMG_1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sv2ceFzVWaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/p0wO2bGhGiE/s400/IMG_1401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403647168681957794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sv2c1rkPCPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Tv39-4tYKtQ/s1600-h/IMG_1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sv2c1rkPCPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Tv39-4tYKtQ/s400/IMG_1409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403647573956167922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-789197819312443958?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/789197819312443958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=789197819312443958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/789197819312443958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/789197819312443958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/mommys-costume.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Costume'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sv2cfnTyK7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RpwKXnypu10/s72-c/IMG_1392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-3196735304682633261</id><published>2009-11-10T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:57:25.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>So Nov 1st the boys hid the camera from me while taking a shower and I did not find it for a few days. So here are the pictures from Halloween and if I get a chance later I will post the non-blurry pictures they took. (most are taken of a finger or an eye, well at least I think they is what they are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Svns3sIOWfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fc4tAVLyQXc/s1600-h/IMG_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Svns3sIOWfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fc4tAVLyQXc/s400/IMG_1386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402609669490235890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Svns3ZrwjXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CzsXeeGGwIE/s1600-h/IMG_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Svns3ZrwjXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CzsXeeGGwIE/s400/IMG_1385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402609664539004274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SvoL2b-JdUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2bx22-DlxPo/s1600-h/IMG_1387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SvoL2b-JdUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2bx22-DlxPo/s400/IMG_1387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402643732833596738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SvnsPCoX8fI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EzWPpSQ3wcE/s1600-h/IMG_1391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SvnsPCoX8fI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EzWPpSQ3wcE/s400/IMG_1391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402608971156025842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SvnsOw4rPJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GHXUVBBuu04/s1600-h/IMG_1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SvnsOw4rPJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GHXUVBBuu04/s400/IMG_1390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402608966392560786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SvnsOrGYg6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/KcpS6mukbuI/s1600-h/IMG_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SvnsOrGYg6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/KcpS6mukbuI/s400/IMG_1389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402608964839441314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SvnsOYkEZOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zkH_AoBuvjA/s1600-h/IMG_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SvnsOYkEZOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zkH_AoBuvjA/s400/IMG_1388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402608959863678178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-3196735304682633261?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3196735304682633261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=3196735304682633261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3196735304682633261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3196735304682633261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Svns3sIOWfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fc4tAVLyQXc/s72-c/IMG_1386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-4709293432285404245</id><published>2009-10-31T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:45:38.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow I will be putting some pictures up of the boys and their costumes but tonight I thought I would write a little about it.  We went to a house and the lady answered the door was was very sweet giving candy to the boys then the husband came round the corner with a mask on.  Samuel jumped back to me and Andy started screaming but eventually stopped and stood there shaking.  The lady made her husband take the mask but he still stood there scared and would not move up to get candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as we were leaving Andy told me "The dog was scary Daddia, the dog scared me."  To find out the husband was holding their dog so it would not run out of the house.  The scary mask did not bother it it was the dog he was carrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also our neighbor hood is typically sprawling with people and a ton of houses with lights on.  We went down one of the longest streets to only see 2 houses with lights and hardly any children anywhere.  It really made me realize how many houses were vacant waiting to be remodeled.  So I will blame the housing department for my, I mean the boys, lack of chocolate that they received this year for me, uh them, to snack on til Christmas.  I think I will only make it til the 13th of November.  :o(  On a side note we only had a few kids drop by but that is normal since we are on the outskirts and up a hill from the main body of houses, too bad I did not buy any chocolate this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-4709293432285404245?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4709293432285404245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=4709293432285404245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4709293432285404245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4709293432285404245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-3454269808999333530</id><published>2009-10-01T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:58:24.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Bday</title><content type='html'>Well Mommy got home the night before her Bday (today) at close to midnight from her training.  The time before then has been filled with Doctor's apartments and sick boys so I have not had time to write a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, Samuel was sick on Sunday (threw up in the morning) so we did not make it to church.  Well Wednesday our preacher called to see how we were doing (to find out why we skipped :o) and when I informed him of Samuel throwing up and I did not want to take care of 3 boys and one throwing up during services by my self he said he would announce it so they could pay for him Wednesday night.  I said he was doing fine now but he insisted.  Well I do not know what he asked them to pray for but I guess it was for payback for skipping Sunday because at 3 this morning we woke up to Samuel yelling with an exaggerated choking sound (which is what he makes when he throws up)  It ended up that he was throwing up again and threw up 4 times before 10 AM, and had diarrhea til 1 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had given him a bucket to throw up in after the 2nd time if he could not make it to the toilet.  Well he had come up to me a few hours later and said "Look Daddio, I am all better and am not throwing up anymore, I can now go to school."  But before he could get the ool on school out he threw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy, he was so determined to going to school today that he was trying everything to get&lt;br /&gt;better and fast.  Poor Mommy because she was excited about bringing him to school for the first time today since he started 2 days after she left for her training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was Mommy's Bday so I made some non alergies cupcakes with dr pepper instead of eggs and milk.  These cakes never rise so I filled the cupcake cups to the top but I guess cherry dr pepper rises a little so they had huge but lat tops.  making them look like mushrooms.  The cool thing about cooking them like this is the cake still tastes really good (used to taste like bananas, applesauce or not so good because we used rice milk).  We have also gotten good responses from others about it who did not realize we made it like that because of the boys allergies.  Anyway with a cupcake it is hard to fit candles on one for people over 5, but I managed to fit an unnamed amount of candles, but enough to cover her age onto one cupcake.  You can see the result below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also for the fun of it I have included a picture of Asher stealing and eating Andy's jumbo hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SsVo30EFNXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nTQOfbMbeMg/s1600-h/IMG_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SsVo30EFNXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nTQOfbMbeMg/s400/IMG_1251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387827837296522610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SsVo2pryseI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SzbMRqtzPwY/s1600-h/IMG_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SsVo2pryseI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SzbMRqtzPwY/s400/IMG_1285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387827817330422242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SsVo3L3qFGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0O-Y60Va6IA/s1600-h/IMG_1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SsVo3L3qFGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0O-Y60Va6IA/s400/IMG_1284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387827826506994786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day a year ago, &lt;a href="http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/snowing.html"&gt;Samuel informed me I do not need to wear my jacket because it was not snowing outside.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-3454269808999333530?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3454269808999333530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=3454269808999333530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3454269808999333530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3454269808999333530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommys-bday.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SsVo30EFNXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nTQOfbMbeMg/s72-c/IMG_1251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-3903701533813214382</id><published>2009-09-26T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:22:54.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit Corny</title><content type='html'>Ok so for the past year I have been pointed by readers (I will not say who because YOU know WHO  you ARE :o) about not writing enough about Asher in my blog.  I hope you have enjoyed the past few posts on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this I have taken this time to write about the past year of Asher.  He slept, he pooped, he ate, he cried, he pooped, and he slept again.  Now that he is older and more mobile I am now able to tell stories.  Like the following stories from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We jsut got finished eating lunch and Samuel had some corn in a cup left over, Asher still had a bunch of corn on his tray but he wanted down so I put him in the living room to play with big brother but instead he speed crawled back into the kitchen, got Samuel's cup of corn down, and ate all of his corn.  Samuel does not know yet so I am just waiting to see his reaction when he goes back in to finish his corn.  Know it is going to be fun changing that diaper tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Asher had gone into his bedroom and hopped in his chair so I buckled him up and made him a bottle.  He was almost done with the thing while I was in there putting up some clothing when he decided he wanted to come over to me.  Needless to say he kind of looks like a turtle.  I went to get the camera and he followed me all the way to my room like this.  So enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sr5bpLH9wEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CjkmiNSVJtc/s1600-h/IMG_1132%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sr5bpLH9wEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CjkmiNSVJtc/s400/IMG_1132%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385842967300653122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sr5bpaDZyZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UOlwC9GfJMA/s1600-h/IMG_1133%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sr5bpaDZyZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UOlwC9GfJMA/s400/IMG_1133%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385842971308050834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-3903701533813214382?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3903701533813214382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=3903701533813214382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3903701533813214382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3903701533813214382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-bit-corny.html' title='A Little Bit Corny'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sr5bpLH9wEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CjkmiNSVJtc/s72-c/IMG_1132%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-3416106655879032197</id><published>2009-09-25T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:37:00.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lids</title><content type='html'>This last week I started watching Asher do some funny things, one of the things that caught my attention the most was how he would zoom into the living room pick up the grease lid then zoom through the house exactly to the spot where the empty grease jar was sitting.  The funnies part is that i do not remember him going by it for a long time.  I guess he just has good object recognition and remembers the 2 go together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what amazed me the most was that he could even screw the lid on nice and tight all by himself but his brothers do not like that and they want to be the ones screwing it on so they get upset with him.  I guess when you have three they become territorial and Andy has finally won certain jobs from Samuel and now Asher is trying to take them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like while we were at the store after the meeting today and I asked if they could hand me Asher's shoe.  Samuel was standing there but really was not looking for it.  Well Andy had heard the question and saw the shoe so he ran over picked it up and said "Here you go Daddio."  Well Samuel who is Daddio's big helper felt as if he just had his job taken away and first got angry and was going to rip it out of Andy's hands but I stopped him and said Andy could bring it too me.  With those few short words his anger turned to sadness and he replied "But Daddio, it is my job to help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now just waiting for Samuel to start doing my job.  I won't complain when he changes a diaper or fixes a bottle or prepares a turkey cracker bacon sandwich for them but I don't think that is going to happen anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-3416106655879032197?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3416106655879032197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=3416106655879032197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3416106655879032197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3416106655879032197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/lids.html' title='Lids'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-4954561003982213370</id><published>2009-09-25T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:43:58.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the News</title><content type='html'>Ok I could not help myself to post this after some of the news I saw today.  First off "teens that own their own car are more likely to have a crash."  Shoot isn't it people in general that own a car are more likely to have a crash than people who do not since they drive a ton more.  Good think both the research studies on this were not government funded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second "By constantly challenging yourself to resist a piece of chocolate cake, or to force yourself to study an extra half-hour each night, then you can actually increase your self-regulatory capacity, the researcher said."  Moral of the story keep a piece of cake with you everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally "We are not going to tax you for the health care bill instead we are going to tax the health insurance companies everyone will be forced to buy from so that they can then pass that tax onto you in higher rates."  I see no problem with reforming our health care but that was just a stupid way to get around not taxing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note Samuel and Andy bought books at the discount book tent today and Samuel was set on buying this one with a race car on it.  It was 99 cents so I did not look at anything else on it well today he was sitting here pretending like he was reading it while I was checking out the news and he looked over to me and said "Daddio this is the best book ever."   As I looked over I saw the title and read the subtitle it said "BURN Money Sex Murder...."  Maybe I should start screening what he reads form now on.  I just hope he will not want to bring it to Show and Tell at school next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-4954561003982213370?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4954561003982213370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=4954561003982213370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4954561003982213370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4954561003982213370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-news.html' title='In the News'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7885748203644097040</id><published>2009-09-25T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:37:48.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRG Meeting</title><content type='html'>Today we had an FRG meeting for our unit but the funny thing was in the email sent out about it it just said meeting on Friday (no time) and at so and so's New office, but no location.  After replying back on Wednesday I got a message this morning with the time and managed to figure out the location after 2 phone calls.  So the boys and I packed up and headed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so excited about going there because it was in the middle of the train hub in a warehouse.  I could not have been in a better place.  As we were leaving Samuel jetted out really fast and saw some Hooyas marching through the mud so he thought he would to, so as I came out of the building all I saw was Samuel stomping in some nice fresh recently stired up mud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he got in trouble but he replied with I am sorry I just wanted to be like the Hooyas.  At first when I did not see him right off I thought that the passing by soldiers may have recruited him.  I guess I was partly right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7885748203644097040?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7885748203644097040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7885748203644097040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7885748203644097040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7885748203644097040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/frg-meeting.html' title='FRG Meeting'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-3483136121063590309</id><published>2009-09-25T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:27:00.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Steps</title><content type='html'>Through out our lives we live in patters.  We do this than that then this again.  For Asher it is eat bottle nap and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday it was time for a bottle but I had not made it yet.  All the sudden Asher goes running off into his bedroom and hops in his bouncy seat and sits there all excitedly.  At first I thought he was just showing off but then started to get fussy like when he wants something.  So I made a bottle and he was excited and drank it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I did not think a lot about it but last night he did the same thing,  we went into his bedroom started making noises so I went and checked on him to see what was going on and again he was sitting in his bouncy seat and again it was bottle time.  He has started to figure out patterns and signals to tell me when he wants something.  Both Samuel and Andy did Baby sign language before 1 year but this little stubern baby (Blattner trait) has decided to come up with his own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice when he wants something he will do the "No More" sign I had been trying to teach him and when he does not want something he reaches for it just to in turn quickly throw it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another unique pattern he as started to work with is nap time, he will lay himself down in bed after I give him is nap time binky, of course this is after screaming a little and the second time I come in but he is now doing it on his own without me having to lay him back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these are "First Steps" to becoming a self dependent big boy like the rest and no longer a baby.  I guess that means it is time to have another right.  ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-3483136121063590309?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3483136121063590309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=3483136121063590309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3483136121063590309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3483136121063590309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-steps.html' title='First Steps'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-8755493833270550885</id><published>2009-09-24T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:21:19.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Dose</title><content type='html'>Two posts in one day you guys better be happy .  ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I needed to write this but just did not have the time to.  On Sunday my boys and I went to Wal-Mart in hopes of finding my wonderful wife and mother of my boys a birthday/welcome home present but instead we ended up only buying some Cars Children Vitamins and Popcorn Chicken.  But the boys did find something to get Mommy but I would not let them get it quite yet because it would eat it all before she got home.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after our little trip and lunch I gave Samuel and Andy both one vitamin and told them they get one a day.  That evening during dinner I was in the living room playing with Asher since he finished before the other 2.  And in a few minutes Andy comes running in the living room with his hands over his mouth and his jaws chomping down and a partly mute Ah oh coming through.  So I get up and with our wooden floors any movement I make is loud so it gave me a way and alerted Samuel who jumped off the dryer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had put the vitamins up high so they would not get into them but they climb any and everything.  If there were enough boxes I bet they would try to build another Tower of Babel.  Anyway he was finishing his champing when I got into him.  But before I could even ask what was going on Andy started to cry saying "Sorry Daddio, sorry Daddio, we did not mean to."  with Samuel replying with "It was an accident."  Still not knowing what exactly was going on I asked what they were eating to get the reply "Um ummm so good, Daddio, the vitamins are so good for me and tasty."  It ended up they had cleaned out 51 more of those vitamins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was 60, I gave them 2, to 58, and there were only 7 left!  I know most vitamins just flush out but I still kept a close eye on those boys to make sure nothing else happened.  All other vitamins I have given them they like but not really, I guess they are just making them these days to taste tooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my phrase the boys are getting to know me as is "There is only one of me and three of you."  So I guess they have decided to do things on their own, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-8755493833270550885?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8755493833270550885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=8755493833270550885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8755493833270550885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8755493833270550885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/over-dose.html' title='Over Dose'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-9100062502339543870</id><published>2009-09-24T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:10:58.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>So with Mommy gone to some training for a month, my time has gotten away and I have not updated my blog lately.  And it was not Grandma, nor Nana, nor Gege who sent me the threatening email but Mommy (who typically neeeeeverrrrr reads my blog :o) who gets about 5 minutes of Internet access a day.  So I guess I better get after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend we had a slow but constant rain storm that leaked into our house in every bedroom.  Maintenance came out to fix it but the ceilings were still discolored.  Every night Samuel would say, "Daddio I can't co to sleep because my room is broken."  Because of the discoloring he thought it was broken and today the guy came to repaint it and check to see if the drywall needs changing.  But this house was built in 1954 so top quality drywall was used.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to day the kind man took care of us and replaced some tap and puddied up some spots and said it was all dry so did not need to worry about replacement but to keep an eye out.  Samuel was so excited because his room was now fixed and he could not sleep in it without worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night it took him 2 hours before he finally fell asleep because his room was broken.  I almost went in there to have a sleep over but he had finally fell asleep.  Ever since Mommy left he has asked me every other night if I could come and have a sleep over with him since Mommy is not there and I do not need to sleep in Mommy's room by myself.  I have a few times but he tosses and turns and even kicks a lot in his sleep.  One time I even woke from a nice kick right in my face that almost knocked me off of the bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-9100062502339543870?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9100062502339543870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=9100062502339543870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/9100062502339543870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/9100062502339543870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-4092208535954256141</id><published>2009-09-16T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:35:32.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Journey</title><content type='html'>So last week while Mommy was gone  ;.o(  Samuel started his first day of Pre-School, which he loves.  Anyway after his first day of school he came home all excited and stuff but then said he did not want to go back tomorrow.  I think he was afraid he was missing out on all the fun at home especially since Gege and Pops were there.  Anyway the next morning he was wanting to go back again.  Well this is the second week and he now has Show and Tell every Tuesday and is in the Triangle group and gets to choose a letter each day to find where he sits.  He is having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well each day I ask him what he learned and what he did and he always mentioned a Journey each time.  Well today while waiting I got to meet Journey's mother, and I introduced myself as Samuel's dad which she did not seem to care.  Well Journey got out of class first and when she asked what she did today she started talking all about Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was was interesting watching Samuel today while dropping him off since it was only his forth day.  There are a lot of little things they did to get into class that I never noticed but Samuel knew to do.  Like take pick up his name on the clothing pin and stick it on the bucket then go in and draw out a coin with a letter on it and stick it on his name, then hang up his backpack and take out his folder and then put it in the folder box.  Once he was all done though he ran out of the class (which every day the teacher jumps up to catch him before she realizes what he is doing) to give Andy and Asher a goodbye hug and kiss and tell them he will miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the sweetest thing ever.  Well I best stop writing so that I can go help Samuel with is general geometry and help him study for his adverb recognition test, missing 2 days has really put him behind in the class but I think he will be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-4092208535954256141?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4092208535954256141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=4092208535954256141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4092208535954256141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4092208535954256141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/journey.html' title='A Journey'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-6820536609782676949</id><published>2009-09-07T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:49:00.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahser - Two Hot Dogs, a peice of Pizza and a Beer</title><content type='html'>So the other day Asher was eating everything in the world that he could get hold of.  In fact we had a late lunch and he had eaten a lot of crackers before hand so I fed him a hot dog and he had it down in just a few minutes.  I then gave him another and he did the same thing.  A few hours later during dinner time he ate a huge piece of pizza.  Of course though it was a no allergy pizza (a hamburger pizza with no cheese or sauce).  And he was still hungry it was crazy.  This boy does not have a hallow leg he just has a big hole at the bottom where every must fall out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the Beer, well it jsut made for a cool title.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-6820536609782676949?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6820536609782676949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=6820536609782676949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6820536609782676949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6820536609782676949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahser-two-hot-dogs-peice-of-pizza-and.html' title='Ahser - Two Hot Dogs, a peice of Pizza and a Beer'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-5745983970628724810</id><published>2009-09-06T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:49:20.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm Trouble</title><content type='html'>Tonight Mommy went to bed early since she has to get up at 1 AM.  So for dinner the boys did their typical throwing a fit because they did not want fish sticks.  After doing what I could to get Andy to stop crying I told him if he did not stop I would set him outside to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course he did not stop so I set him on the side steps by the kitchen to eat.  After a very short time of crying all I hear is this calm but upset Daddio, Daddio, Daddio, Daddio from him.  I continued to stand by the door looking at him but he would never look at me instead he just continued to look up.  I did not think anything of it and went off.  For about 4 more minutes it continued and Samuel went to open the door so I went in the kitchen to shut the door and see how Andy was doing when I noticed he was now standing in the corner of the stair case slightly shaking still looking up saying Daddio.  I went outside to sit with him while he ate thinking that is what he was wanting but it was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I asked him if he would be good and stop crying so Mommy could sleep or if he wanted me to stay out there with him while he ate, all he could reply back with was Daddio and a finger pointing upward.  As I turned my head to look upward I almost fell down the stairs when I saw this huge red spider with the body at least an inch long.  Nothing like I have ever seen before.  After catching my self I took off my sandals and killed the thing and became Andy's hero, even after being the guy who made him sit outside to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy part about it all was that Andy even though scared crazy was super calm just yelling Daddio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-5745983970628724810?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5745983970628724810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=5745983970628724810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5745983970628724810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5745983970628724810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/calm-trouble.html' title='Calm Trouble'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-3188129008194844593</id><published>2009-08-31T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:53:00.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaghetti Night</title><content type='html'>Last night we had spaghetti night.  But I think we are the only family who can have spaghetti night and not worry about a mess.  Because of tomato allergy the boys just have plain meat sometimes with a little seasoning but I have learned they like it best with none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel is the funniest because he loves the noodles and just gobbles them up while Andy and Asher try to slurp them up.  Andy would hold the noodles as far up as he could while he tried to get his mouth under it.  Asher just loves playing with the noodles getting them tangled in his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Mommy she eats really funny and I thought I would attach a picture for you all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps8oegXngI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VG5hYsGJHwg/s1600-h/IMG_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps8oegXngI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VG5hYsGJHwg/s400/IMG_1109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375957246278082050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps8nooWjZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6Yd4-aEGZAA/s1600-h/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps8nooWjZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6Yd4-aEGZAA/s400/IMG_1107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375957231816052114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps8nAxHGaI/AAAAAAAAADw/N7xc28aOThQ/s1600-h/IMG_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps8nAxHGaI/AAAAAAAAADw/N7xc28aOThQ/s400/IMG_1106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375957221115369890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps8mQj22HI/AAAAAAAAADo/YxJKeNTG-RY/s1600-h/IMG_1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps8mQj22HI/AAAAAAAAADo/YxJKeNTG-RY/s400/IMG_1112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375957208174876786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-3188129008194844593?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3188129008194844593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=3188129008194844593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3188129008194844593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3188129008194844593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/spaghetti-night.html' title='Spaghetti Night'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps8oegXngI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VG5hYsGJHwg/s72-c/IMG_1109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-6000501173441857888</id><published>2009-08-30T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:53:23.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashers Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>So on Saturday we held Asher's birthday party so that Mommy could be there for it.  I invited over just a few people who had children my boy's age but it ended up that only people who had girls showed up and I got hounded for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thought I would post some pictures of the party for you all to see.  For my facebook readers if the pictures do not show up you can visit my actual blog at http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have learned that Asher is different than his 2 brothers.  Neither one of them liked cake nor liked making a mess but as you can see from below Asher did not mind as he was the only one to eat the majority of the cup cake.  I guess most kids do not like Devils Food Cake Cup Cakes.  :o)  I guess I am going to have to learn how to make a cake mix by hand that does not contain milk or eggs because they do not like this nor the Strawberry very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps6U1WfyCI/AAAAAAAAADg/kDNcOxOtffg/s1600-h/IMG_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps6U1WfyCI/AAAAAAAAADg/kDNcOxOtffg/s400/IMG_1101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375954709790050338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps6Uc2H91I/AAAAAAAAADY/birqa2SsEqE/s1600-h/IMG_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps6Uc2H91I/AAAAAAAAADY/birqa2SsEqE/s400/IMG_1100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375954703211820882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps6TrKZQMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UPKcBJJWA8c/s1600-h/IMG_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps6TrKZQMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UPKcBJJWA8c/s400/IMG_1103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375954689875067074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-6000501173441857888?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6000501173441857888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=6000501173441857888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6000501173441857888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6000501173441857888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/ashers-birthday-party.html' title='Ashers Birthday Party'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/Sps6U1WfyCI/AAAAAAAAADg/kDNcOxOtffg/s72-c/IMG_1101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-5792238535915811110</id><published>2009-08-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:54:01.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon</title><content type='html'>While running a few errands the other day Andy came up to me the other day and said Daddio I have 2 best friends.  Which I replied with an astonished "Really who?" since before then he was always talked as if he could only have one.  With an excited face he replied  "My my two best friends are you Daddio and Bacon because he found my hat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-5792238535915811110?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5792238535915811110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=5792238535915811110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5792238535915811110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5792238535915811110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/bacon.html' title='Bacon'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-8815928939773361168</id><published>2009-08-27T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:38:00.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Avon Boys</title><content type='html'>My boys think it is so much fun selling Avon.  They love getting the boxes in the mail as well as going through everything with me and sorting it into bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this last campaign since Mommy was in the field all week everything was a little hectic and I was not paying attention to what the boys were doing to find out after the fact that they stuck a few items into bags that were not suppose to go into bags.  When I went to fill the last few bags I could not find items.  To find out they had stuck them into a lady's bag who is out of town until the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to teach them how to read and go through the invoices to see who gets what.  Once Samuel gets the hang of his bike I think I might just have him ride across post to deliver them too.  Isn't it great having free labor, I mean kids.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-8815928939773361168?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8815928939773361168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=8815928939773361168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8815928939773361168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8815928939773361168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-avon-boys.html' title='My Avon Boys'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-6290941400338897903</id><published>2009-08-26T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:31:00.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asher and Allergies</title><content type='html'>So far Asher has not shown any signs of allergies like his brothers, especially to the things they are allergic to.  But the last few days Asher has been eating Watermelon.  At first he was eating it all non stop then a few days ago he would eat a little and throw the rest on the ground.  Well last night he ate just a little and kept throwing the rest down.  We did not think anything of it until last night when he decided to keep me up most of the night and then again for most of the morning.  Early in the morning he had 2 really watery poopies while holding him and then while he was eating his breakfast he started crying really bad and I just thought he was being fussy from little sleep last night but when I got him out of the chair when he was finished I noticed his PJs were wet and when I went to change his diaper there was undigested watermelon in it along with a very very red bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all Asher may be allergic to watermelon, which is not something the others were allergic to.  But it is in the melon family just like tomatoes which Samuel is allergic to.  I guess I will need to keep a closer eye on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-6290941400338897903?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6290941400338897903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=6290941400338897903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6290941400338897903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6290941400338897903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/asher-and-allergies.html' title='Asher and Allergies'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7638115801018738428</id><published>2009-08-25T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:31:02.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Short Story</title><content type='html'>So this week Mommy has been in the field doing training and when she got home at the end of the week, she got up with the boys on Saturday and made them breakfast.  She was enjoying the time with the boys when Andy started crying and yelling No I want Thomas!  So Mommy replied "Andy the Thomas cups are for Samuel."  Which he replied "Mommy go back into the field."  Then Samuel jumped in and said "Well Daddio gives Andy Thomas cups."  And Mommy said but the Cars Cups are Andy's" to get bashed back with from Samuel "Mommy you need to go back into the field for 100 weeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a short story long, I had ran out of Cars cups so I gave Andy a Thomas cup the day before and they thought it was the coolest thing in the world, but now Mommy gets home and puts everything back into the normal routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7638115801018738428?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7638115801018738428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7638115801018738428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7638115801018738428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7638115801018738428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-short-story.html' title='Funny Short Story'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-8709337495893742712</id><published>2009-08-18T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:40:59.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>Today I had the boys in day care so that I could go get my eyes examined.  Well to find out my eyes have gotten worse but not bad enough for glasses the doc said.  My right is 20/50 and my left is 20/30  (used to be 20/40 and 20/10).  Oh well, I guess I will save myself some money on glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got home about 20 minutes before I needed to pick up my boys so I was going to relax without my boys around for 10 minutes when all the sudden I hear a knock at my door.  As I go to answer it there is a soldier standing there to inform me that my wife died by a mortar round during their training today.  Then she proceeded in to take a shower since she was all stinky from the field.  As I talked with her I learned that they first thought it was from a sniper but realized that was not realistic for a S1 to die from so they changed it to a paper cut then to a mortar round.  Yes the soldier at my door and now taking a shower at my house was my wife.  She was sent away from their current training for a few hours to see how the unit works without its top people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to the sad news.  right after she arrived I received a phone call from the day care center informing me that Andy has had a reaction on his arm and is having big blisters forming on it.  I informed them that I would be right there which turned out to be a good thing.  Backing up a few months, we had to spend 3 months getting all this stinking paper work done so that the boys could get back in the day care center and we had to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Epi&lt;/span&gt; Pens and doctor prescribed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;benadryl&lt;/span&gt; and now have to do monthly paper work just so they can stay a few hours here and there when I have a doctors appointment or teaching for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AFTB&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; back to present day, because of all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; paper work the people there started to go crazy and had given him the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;benadryl&lt;/span&gt; and it was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; working.  Luckily I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; a mile away so I came up there.  When I got up there one of the people said that they were thinking about using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Epi&lt;/span&gt; Pen if I was not going to make it soon!!!!!!!!!!!  First with that you got to bring them to the hospital not to fix the problem but to counter the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Epi&lt;/span&gt; Pen side effects.  When I got up there and looked at it I just smiled and asked if they tried washing his arm with soap and water, which they had not.  So I brought him in there and explained a basic skin rash and how washing the area effected with soap and water fixes the problem.  Once done a minute later the "big white blisters" as they put it were gone and he just had a red area were they were at.  With an allergy skin rash you just wash the skin with soap and water to remove the irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy was just fine with it but the people were then going crazy trying to figure out what caused it.  Most likely a child did not wash their hands when they got there and had drank some milk or eaten peanut butter and then touch a toy before Andy did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this the sad news is that in the midst of this and now my blog writing I missed lunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-8709337495893742712?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8709337495893742712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=8709337495893742712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8709337495893742712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8709337495893742712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-5756082522803754583</id><published>2009-08-17T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:56:23.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Update</title><content type='html'>Mission Update:&lt;br /&gt;Date: Saturday Aug 15th 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time: 5:10 PM&lt;br /&gt;Place: My front Porch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got all the boys down for bed except for Asher, mommy went to take a nap and left me with him.  Finally he got tired and went to sleep.  Excited I set to rest just to be interrupted by a tap tap taping on my door.  When I got up and looked out I saw no one... at first.  But as I opened the door I saw a short MP (sorry Bacon it just put some spice to the story) standing on my front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stepped out he said, "I am glad I found your house."  You see Bacon used to work with my wife but now he drives one of hte undercover cars on post.  We played Baseball together which he as good at catching and I right field but about 1/4 the way through the season the coach started having me catch and he play right field.  Drove us both crazy.  Anyway back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then reach behind his back and pulled out..... a hat and said "I heard you are looking for this."  To find out his wife works up at the PX and heard that the boys had lost a train conductor hat and she had just kept an eye out for it for 3 days and then she found it!  The funny thing was Anndea had gon back up there Saturday morning asking around again and she said people were getting a little rude to her about it saying stuff like "A guy already came here asking about it 2 weeks ago" but with the rude girly voice and head move.  Well maybe not the head move but rude voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so exciting, but when Andy woke up from his nap the first thing he said to me in a pittyful crying voice was "I want my train haaaaattttttt."  With tears rolling down his eyes I said "Don't worry Andy come here I got something for you" and proceeded to give him his at.  A big smile appeared on his face and the joy and excitement that has been missiong for 3 days started to return, well at least for 3 seconds before Samuel came in and yelled "HEY THATS MY HAT!" and started to charge over to Andy and rip it out of his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a few seconds to convince Samuel to give Andy his hat back so we could go looking around the house to find were he last placed his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Satus: Complete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-5756082522803754583?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5756082522803754583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=5756082522803754583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5756082522803754583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5756082522803754583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/mission-update.html' title='Mission Update'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-68479025880885534</id><published>2009-08-14T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:56:22.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mission:</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Mommy had the morning off so she took the boys to Walmart, the Donut shot, the Clothing and Sales, and the PX mall and somewhere in there Andy lost his Train condutor hat.  He was super upset about it so at noon the boys and I packed up in the car ands tarted to back track.  We went to the PX (which hte boys said they went to the toy section but once there I realized they did not and jsut tricked me.  We checked the 3 lost and founds there and then started to walk the mall area of the PX going from store to store asking if they have seen the hat.  One lady recognized the boys and remebered exactly what Andy was doing so she looked all throughout the coats hanging on the wall but no hat.  From there we went to the clothing and sales and looked throug hit and under the shelves, asked 2 different lady's who both had different locations for hte lost and found (for such a small story).  But no luck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we head to Wal Mart were we combed the store visited the Customer Service twice, the dressing room and even some guy in toys went to look in the area were they put items with no tags.  After $66 later and some lunch we headed home.  We ended up searching for 3 hours and the majority of it the boys were good.  Needless to say they all took a good nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-68479025880885534?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/68479025880885534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=68479025880885534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/68479025880885534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/68479025880885534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/mission.html' title='The Mission:'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7673826394611294629</id><published>2009-08-10T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:39:12.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's a One Way Street</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I learned from my oldest son that Love is a One Way Street with only one destination and not multi destinations.  I guess this means that any postal worker cannot have love.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy did something for Samuel so he ran over to me and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daddio&lt;/span&gt;, I do not love you any more, I love Mommy instead."  So I asked if if he could love us both to get pounded with a sharp "Nope." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note children are mirrors, lately if I start noticing an attitude in Samuel I just look at the people around to see where he got it from.  Recently he was constantly giving me this frowning look with his eye brows pointing downward when he wanted to do something or get his way.  I kept telling to stop doing that because it does not look nice but then the next day I learned were he was getting it from.  When I would get onto him I would get this mean face and typically they would do what I wanted so Samuel decided that it was the face so if he made the face I would do what he wanted.   But I guess it does not work the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to stop it I lightened my look and started smiling at him when he did it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7673826394611294629?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7673826394611294629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7673826394611294629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7673826394611294629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7673826394611294629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/loves-one-way-street.html' title='Love&apos;s a One Way Street'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-6130525185629201405</id><published>2009-08-07T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:26:05.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction of last post</title><content type='html'>In the last post I wrote work alcoholic which I meant work-a-holic.  Non of the people who stayed with my wife are alcoholics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-6130525185629201405?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6130525185629201405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=6130525185629201405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6130525185629201405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6130525185629201405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/correction-of-last-post.html' title='Correction of last post'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7812983247817437906</id><published>2009-08-07T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:25:05.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber Party</title><content type='html'>Ok so this week has been a crazy week.  Wednesday I took My boys and the 2 girls to VBS and when it was over we headed home while Mommy x 2 tried to get some work done before their wonderful (no non existent) 4 day weekend.  On our way home I called to see if I should just drop the girls off at their house but found out they were still all at work.  So I told Mommy to order some pizza and we would pick it up and bring it to them at work (since work-a-holics forget they are hungry :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise they ordered 4 boxes and a drink, which the pizza place was so kind to carry out to my car, while driving I was trying to figure out how to get it all into their work when I realized that I had been blessed with 12 hands!  So each child carried a box of pizza into work and an MP gave me a ticket for child labor since they were all 5 and younger (not really but it sounded fun).  So even though the kids had already eaten they wanted some of the good stuff so we ended up taking one box back to the house with 2 extra girls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10 I called to see if it was ok if I laid the girls down to sleep since one was already out on Samuel's bed and the other wanted to have a Slumber Party with Samuel and Andy on the living room floor.  Given the ok we pulled out the mat and started to make the bed with 3 kids trying to help pulling the covers every direction except for the way they needed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with Samuel and one girl on the floor and Andy in bed with me.  He was toooooooo tired to go to sleep since it takes just a little effort to keep your eyes closed for 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mommy x2 came over I just told the extra to go and enjoy a nice long sleep which she replied back with "I will be back at 8 for them." which I replied back with "No Rush" since I did not want to have to wake up at 8, I needed to sleep in too.  Needless to say they did not wake up until around 9 and Mother x2 did not show up until 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it ended up that both got called back in on Thursday because someone (not them) did not do the paper work write so they had to go and check the corrections and then wait until every signature was back on it again (which means that they had to call a lot of people back in from their day offs).  When Mommy got home Samuel wanted to have a Slumber Party with her and not me  :o(  So Mommy and Samuel had a wonderful night but since Mommy turns a lot I kept on being woken up to the squeaky guest bed, now I know why Gege and Nana want to get hotels when they come to visit. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is a quick update of the past 2 days since I was not able to update it sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7812983247817437906?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7812983247817437906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7812983247817437906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7812983247817437906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7812983247817437906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/slumber-party.html' title='Slumber Party'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7409309222290820779</id><published>2009-08-04T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:48:03.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning After</title><content type='html'>The morning after the sleep was a moment to remember.  The night however was different.  Samuel tosses and turns a lot more than I remember.  Anyway he woke up some time around 7 AM and looked straight at me and his yawn became a big smile.  In a soft tired whisper he said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daddio&lt;/span&gt; did you sneak Mommy last night?"  With a smile I answered back " Yes I did and I got in trouble when she woke up this morning."  He let out a soft laugh and then plopped an arm on me, closed his eyes and fell back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later Mommy came home from work and was amazed that he was still asleep but it was because he was enjoying his sleep over with me.  Andy had gotten up and was excited because he got to choose what bowl he got to eat from instead of getting whatever one Samuel had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today we set off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; and the boys helped me song lead a few songs like the Hippo song and The Lord's Army "Texas Style."  It was Samuel, Andy, Asher and I on this since Mommy had to work late because of our recent trip.  The ladies in the church stepped up and helped me out with it all.  One held Asher and then after class during dinner one even started making plates for my boys.  The lady did her best to not get him allergies but with the items in bowls it was hard.  When she left I had to clear off half the things in Andy's plate but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; since Asher eats anything now.  Don't tell Mommy but he is eating things that the other 2 are allergic to.  She would kill me if she found out but I have noticed that he has not had reactions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; the other 2 did at his age to simple things as touching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7409309222290820779?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7409309222290820779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7409309222290820779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7409309222290820779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7409309222290820779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/morning-after.html' title='The Morning After'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-9175458179660809538</id><published>2009-08-03T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:20:04.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moments that Touch Us Most</title><content type='html'>Just a heads up we are back from our trip and I look forward to writing about it in the upcoming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout our lives there are moments that touch us, moments that effect they way we live, they things we do, or the future of how we act.  For some it is a big event like 9/11 or the Oklahoma City Bombing; for others it is the giving birth to a new life or finding that right person who changes their life forever.  These can be big and small, they can be events that most everyone else sees or little things that you may not even realize at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days before our little trip Samuel has asked me and then Mommy if "Daddio can have a sleepover" with him.  Tonight Samuel asked again but this time added "my best friend Daddio" and Mommy said no because I was going to stay up and work some.  I did not hear this but tonight 2 hours later this conversation hit me like a wall of bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 years I have partly dedicated my life to raising my boys, as many of you may think that I do a great job at it, it is actually a very hard and exhausting job.  In fact there are times when I feel like I am not doing anything right.  I have tried to teach Samuel and Andy and build their imagination but all it has turned out to be is me sitting them in front of the TV in the morning while I constantly clean, take care of Asher, check email and Avon stuff and try to wake up until lunch time where I prepare and force my boys to eat while I set my internal clock to count down til nap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times they have asked me to help them build a Super train track but I answer with "Later" or "Not Right Now."  So many times they ask to go play at the park but I give them an excuse that begins with "Asher..."  I have lost it and yelled at them for no reason and then tried to cover it up with a no good reason that just leaves them confused.  But through all these mistakes I have made they still see me as an amazing person, a great father, someone they want to have a "belly like when they grow up," a miracle worker who can heal boo boos with a kiss, and a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have let the world control my thoughts of "being successful" and have forgotten what I have always preached of what "being successful" is.  It is not money, it is not a 5 to 9 job that pays well, it is not the car or nice house, it is not a tower of Christmas gifts but instead the job or your family and the happiness from a simple life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes I sometimes see a failure because I have not taught Samuel Calculus yet, pushed Andy on his colors, built a super successful business (web hosting, Avon, travel, etc...).  But in my boys eyes, the eyes that really count, I am their best friend.  Looking back to some lessons I used to teach as a youth minister I remember speaking of being like children is what God wants.  What he wants is for us not to think of all the worldly things but to be like children and find joy and happiness in the smallest with no worries over this or that which we have no control.  The mirage that hit my life and actions will be no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at 11:50 while sitting on the couch watching "Bed Time Story."  Samuel's comment hit me 2 hours after it was said and this little so called insignificant moment which I was not even there for has touched my life.  Tonight my life has changed, my focus is changing and Samuel will wake up in the morning to a Daddio having a sleep over with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-9175458179660809538?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9175458179660809538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=9175458179660809538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/9175458179660809538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/9175458179660809538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/moments-that-touch-us-most.html' title='The Moments that Touch Us Most'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-8660360808739295002</id><published>2009-07-30T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:00:18.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls and a Secret</title><content type='html'>Ok for the past few days we have been watching 2 girls (4 and 5) and my boys have been loving it, except for the part about not wanting to play Sleeping Beauty.  Anyway yesterday while they were all playing Asher was crying because he was hungry so I went inside to fill his hollow leg while the rest were playing out side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later the oldest girl came in saying "Samuel's Father, Samuel's Father, your brothers are not listening to me.  They are not sharing the bikes and I told them that if they do not get off they would have to do 3 pushups."  Of course they are military children as well as you may have noticed form that statement.  So I went out to see what was going on and Samuel and the 4 year old girl had decided to run away together and was zooming off on the tricycles down the hill together.  Samuel said he did not like the older girl telling him what to do.  He likes to be the boss with Andy and Asher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Samuel loves it when they come over to play so when their mother came to pick them up he asked if they could come over tomorrow and Saturday with the following comment "Can they come over and play tomorrow and and and come over Saturday for a sleep over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they were not able to because we are heading out of town today for Mommy's family reunion and a super secret co-op 3 hour visit to Borger TX for my class reunion.  Don't tell anyone because I did not tell any of my family there since Mommy has been so nice to give me a 10 hour bubble during her family time to drive to Borger, go to the reunion, and drive back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night Samuel asked me if I could have a sleep over with him but unfortunately Mommy said I could not because I had too much to do before we left on our trip.  But it would have been a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-8660360808739295002?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8660360808739295002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=8660360808739295002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8660360808739295002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8660360808739295002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-and-secret.html' title='The Girls and a Secret'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-1454141104473139781</id><published>2009-07-29T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:00:00.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky Hands</title><content type='html'>The other day during nap time I had the hardest time getting Andy to go to sleep.  I would hear noise in his bedroom so I would go in there just to catch him jumping back in bed.  After a little while of this he finally came out of his room and I told him to go back and take his nap but he replied "I sticky Daddio, I sticky.  I need to wash my hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing why he was sticky I checked his hands and sure enough they were so I asked how that got that way and all excitedly he said "Come and see Daddio, I show you."  So with his sticky hand he grabs mine and brings me into his room and proudly shows me 5 sucker sticks sitting on a box in his closet.  Some were a while back we got 5 suckers and put them in one of the temporary diaper bags.  He must have remembered and had climbed upon the "big screen" to get into the bag and ate all 5 suckers.  I guess he gets this from the Blattner side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-1454141104473139781?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1454141104473139781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=1454141104473139781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1454141104473139781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1454141104473139781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/sticky-hands.html' title='Sticky Hands'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-1927789504258769729</id><published>2009-07-28T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:52:00.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asher Eats and Eats and Eats</title><content type='html'>So yesterday Asher was throwing a fit everytime I set him down to eat and did not figure it out at first but then at breakfast he threw down his bottle and crawled over to the boys table and ate about a quarter of Samuel's granola bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for lunch he was not a happy camper either!  He kept looking over at what the boys were eating (which was pizza, actually pizza crust with hamburger toppings no cheese or sauce).  So I heated him up a piece and broke about a third of it up in small pieces for him.  I set the rest on the table and went to the bathroom.  When I came back he had the rest in his hands and was chewing on it with the small pieces I made still on his plate.  He ended up eating the whole thing, the small pieces, AND 2 jars of baby food (which is what he typically has).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner I was eating a sandwich and chips while feeding him his food, which he took hesitantly.  After eating it he started getting fussy and reaching for my food so I gave him a corn chip and he ate it!  In fact he ate 3 of my chips before I ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN at my softball game Mommy brought him a granola bar since he was eating everything in the world and he ate the whole thing!  This little monkey things that since he has 6 teeth now it entitles him to eat me out of a house.  The next thing you know he will be drinking my Mtn Dew and eating Mommy's Ice Cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-1927789504258769729?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1927789504258769729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=1927789504258769729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1927789504258769729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1927789504258769729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/asher-eats-and-eats-and-eats.html' title='Asher Eats and Eats and Eats'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-6288962680350421109</id><published>2009-07-27T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:52:22.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>Today, we had 2 girls come over, one 5 and the other just turned 4 I think.  Anyway the first thing Samuel wanted to do was play "Sleeping Beauty," in fact he was getting so upset because neither one of them wanted to play it.  So after he came to me the third time upset because the girls wanted to play trains instead I ask him how do you play Sleeping Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then informed me that you play it like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kalie&lt;/span&gt; did which I had no clue how she did it.  So I continued with "How is that?" Which he replied with "One person pretends to be sleeping and the other sneaks up and gives them a slimy kiss to wake the other up."  A girl taught my son this!  I am never letting him hang around girls unattended again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I did was when Grace and Saidee lived by us.  The 3 were inside of Grace's house while her mother and I talked and I fed Andy (he was Asher's age then).  Well Samuel came out upset so we asked why and he said he did not want to be the doctor.  So we go inside and Grace and Saidee were playing "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;."  One was laying on the bed with her legs spread and the other was at the bottom and would say push then reach up and push on the others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; to as Saidee said "poop out a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he does not want Polly Pocket and My Little Ponies anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-6288962680350421109?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6288962680350421109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=6288962680350421109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6288962680350421109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6288962680350421109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-3340651460430914193</id><published>2009-07-17T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:23:05.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song for Mommy</title><content type='html'>Mommy Loves Me This I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Daddy tells me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooligans to Her belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are weak but she is Army Strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Mommy Loves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Mommy Loves Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Mommy Loves Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Daddio tells me so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-3340651460430914193?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3340651460430914193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=3340651460430914193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3340651460430914193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3340651460430914193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/song-for-mommy.html' title='Song for Mommy'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-2232475805267834323</id><published>2009-06-24T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:03:53.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Trouble</title><content type='html'>During our lives there are moments that we wish we could take the pain away from our children so they do not have to suffer.  Yesterday was one of those days for me.  The weather was nice and warm so we packed up in the mini van and zoomed over to the local park, which has a water works area.  Samuel and Andy enjoyed the water works for about 5 to 10 minutes then Andy ran over to the actual playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's society everything has to be safety oriented no matter how unsafe it is.  Well at the playground instead of having dirt, or even rocks (like when I was a kid :o) they have the blue rubber squares with holes in them that is a little bouncy.  This is so when the kids fall off of the playground equipment that has huge walls on it so they cannot fall off.  Well because of how the soft squares are designed it also traps in hot air and the squares become extremely hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy zoomed over to the playground and as soon as he got on these squares he took just a few steps and s tarted screaming and running back crying.  I just assumed that it was hot and it scared him so I went over there with him just to find out it was way too hot.  The rubber itself was not so much hot but when it depressed down with the steps the holes in it became extremely painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept kissing his feet better and even put his crocks on so he could continue to play but he just stayed at the bench with me and cried.  Finally after about 20 minutes of not being able to settle him down I looked at his feet again because they were still red and he had 7 blisters on them.  He cried so much that he ended up crying himself to sleep in the car home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that afternoon while GeGe called to talk with Andy to see how he was doing and Samuel was pretty upset because she did not want to talk to him right off.  Well when we got of the phone with her Samuel was in the kitchen and I yelled from the living room "Samuel, what are you doing." Which then all you could hear was some quick rustling of stuff and then a long pause with a big breath.  To find out he was playing with the coffee maker, who knows why because he would not give me a reason, and he had turned on the heat pad and just grabbed the bottom to push it back when I yelled.  He managed to burn 2 fingers and put huge blisters on them.  He cried and cried and no matter what I did it would hot help.  After 20 minutes of crying he finally took my advise and went to lay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went and joined him to hold him and sing to him when Asher started to cry in the kitchen which Samuel said in a broken voice, "Daddy, go take care of Asher ok."  Even in his pain he is a caring brother always watching out for the other two.  After feeding him I went back and held Samuel again while crying and started blowing on his fingers which took away the pain just enough that Samuel fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think he burned his hand on purpose so he could talk with GeGe more.  :o)  I remember how much it hurts to burn your hands and get blisters and in moments like these wish the pain could belong to me.  They rely on me for kissed to take away the pain for everything else but these kisses just make them hurt more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-2232475805267834323?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2232475805267834323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=2232475805267834323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2232475805267834323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2232475805267834323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/double-trouble.html' title='Double Trouble'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-4846261595766741923</id><published>2009-06-08T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:42:49.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball</title><content type='html'>Well it looks like we have made our rounds.  I started this blog talking about softball and here I am again talking about softball almost a year later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mommy lets me play softball and she typically brings the boys to watch.  They love watching me run out in the outfield, and they go crazy when I get up to bat or am running the bases.  Well in today's game, they got there late and did not get to see me bat or run but, and because I was the Designated Hitter, I stayed in the dug out and kept score, which I am no good at, but someone has to do it.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well every time we switched field with the other team the boys would always run up to me and tell me "Good Job Daddio" or "I am so very very proud of you."  I tell ya, even if I struck out, missed every hit to me, and threw the ball to the wrong base these boys would be there to cheer me on and lift me up.  They think I am the greatest at Softball.  Which I did get a comment this game that I am one of the only people they know who can hit a infield ball and still make it to first or something like that.  I personally think it is because I am left handed and have a shorter distance to run than most batters plus with the way I swing I already have the momentom going for the run.  :o)  Either way the boys don't care, they just want to see Daddio play ball!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-4846261595766741923?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4846261595766741923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=4846261595766741923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4846261595766741923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4846261595766741923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/softball.html' title='Softball'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7406925945631169308</id><published>2009-06-07T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:38:25.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Denver</title><content type='html'>So yesterday the boys were being loud and playing in the living room.  I was out at the store at the time but Mommy said that it all the sudden got quite so she got worried thinking that the boys were getting into something they were not suppose to since when they do things they know they are not suppose to they become "Super Spies" and are quite.  :o)  Infact some times when I catch them doing something they are not suppose to and ask them what they are doing they say "Daddio, shhhh, we are playing supper spies and don't want Mommy to find out."  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the story.  So Mommy came into the living room to see what was going on and the boys had turned on the TV to channel 5 (PBS/OPT) and there was a John Denver concert on.  Both Samuel and Andy were mesmerized by it.  When she asked what was going on Samuel replied, "Look Mommy it is my most favorite TV show" and pointed to John Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all you John Denver fans, my boys are ones too.  Now the funny part was when I came home Mommy was telling me the story and I had to ask her who John Denver was.  :o)  And she replied "He is one of my mom's favorite singers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7406925945631169308?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7406925945631169308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7406925945631169308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7406925945631169308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7406925945631169308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/john-denver.html' title='John Denver'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-534178131990812544</id><published>2009-06-01T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:28:29.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knocked Up</title><content type='html'>Today while walking down the stairs at the hospital with the three boys, Samuel and Andy counting every step on their way down and me carrying Asher in his car seat over one arm, a younger female came up to me while I was holding open a door for the boys and said "So some one knocked you up too?"  She then pointed to my hand on my "fatherly" belly which was sticking farther out since I was leaning back trying to counter Asher and the car seats' weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks earlier, I was getting onto Samuel for eating a lot of Easter candy and giving Andy a lot too.  I cannot take a shower when there is candy hidden in the house, because they will find it.  Anyway Samuel looked at me with a sad face and siad "But Daddio, I just want to have a big belly just like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days earlier I was at an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AFTB&lt;/span&gt; function and saw a lady I had not seen in almost 2 years.  Last time she saw me I had long hair, a bushy beard and a grizzly bear.  Well maybe not the bear but you get the point.  I had to stand up for something and while I was going to sit back down she said "who Rusty you are really starting to look like a dad now especially with that 'fatherly' belly you are getting."  I informed her that I had to grow it to hold the babies on since I do not have hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my time has finally come, not running anymore and staying at home has finally taken a toll on me.  But at least I have my sexy legs, which is an actual comment I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; from a few women lately.  My favorite was at a volunteer training where they had a 45 minute meditation class to help us learn a few things to clear our minds before teaching and one was walking around a room slowly looking at the floor with soft music playing.  The lady walking behind me could not stay focused and had to ask me to move over because as she said: she thought my legs were sexy and kept on starring at them ultimately distracting her. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-534178131990812544?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/534178131990812544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=534178131990812544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/534178131990812544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/534178131990812544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/knocked-up.html' title='Knocked Up'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-240714422284986314</id><published>2009-05-20T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:21:03.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New New New Grandpa</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Samuel randomly asked me what was the name of his new new new grandpa that was at Aunt B's house a few weeks ago.  A little confused I started to go through some pictures and when I pulled up one that had Uncle Charles (Jack's brother in law) Samuel said that's him whats is my new new new grandpa's name all excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/ShQRl7AFxyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1K2pLKi6tB4/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/ShQRl7AFxyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1K2pLKi6tB4/s400/IMG_0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337910801531782946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-240714422284986314?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/240714422284986314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=240714422284986314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/240714422284986314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/240714422284986314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-new-new-grandpa.html' title='New New New Grandpa'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/ShQRl7AFxyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1K2pLKi6tB4/s72-c/IMG_0522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-8498942337405104549</id><published>2009-05-19T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:27:35.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Spiiiiiiiieeeees</title><content type='html'>So today I was studying for a class that I was preparing to teach when I heard the kitchen door open and a few little foot steps trying to sneak out the door.  So naturally I got up and said "Sammmmuuuuelll, where are you?" Which I got a swift but soft "Ssshhhhhh Daddio, we are Super Spies."  I walked over to the door and replied "Ok then where are you going?"  Just to get again "Ssshhhhh Daddio, we are Super Spies." This time I replied a little firmer, "That I know but were are you guys going?" Which Andy answered with a "Ssshhh Daddio, Super Spy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little frustrated I replied "Ok super spies but Daddio still needs to know where you are going." Which Samuel finally gave a different answer to with "Its a secret."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting them tip toe outside I had an idea and gave them some walkie talkies and they thought it was the coolest thing because they were now official super spies with super spy tools.  But the best part was they wanted me to clip them onto the top of their shirts like Mommy does with her cell phone when she has it on speaker.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-8498942337405104549?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8498942337405104549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=8498942337405104549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8498942337405104549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8498942337405104549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-spiiiiiiiieeeees.html' title='Super Spiiiiiiiieeeees'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-6041015074113386050</id><published>2009-05-17T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:18:43.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Trouble</title><content type='html'>So Asher got into trouble today so Mommy told him to drop and give her 10, and being the obedient son that he is, well the picture says it all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/ShDFRc5AMiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ORzWCHGxW2U/s1600-h/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/ShDFRc5AMiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ORzWCHGxW2U/s400/IMG_0729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336982462037766690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-6041015074113386050?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6041015074113386050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=6041015074113386050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6041015074113386050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6041015074113386050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-trouble.html' title='In Trouble'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/ShDFRc5AMiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ORzWCHGxW2U/s72-c/IMG_0729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-203238788272343575</id><published>2009-05-17T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:31:31.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>So today after church services and then going to eat at Chopstix for lunch Mommy took the boys out to the park to give me a little time off, which I enjoyed :o).  Well we have a new neighbor boy who is 3 so they invited him to come along as well.  He and Samuel had a blast and Andy felt a little left out because he could not run as fast as they could, but all in all they all had fun.  In fact as soon as they got home they fell asleep as if we were turning out a light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on their way home from the park Theodor, the neighbor boy, stopped and picked a little yellow flower and said this is for my mommy.  Andy quickly and excitedly ran to the first one he could find and picked it yelling "This is for my Daddio!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later during the day Andy had found Mommy's church shoes sitting on the ground so decided to slide his feet in them and instantly he transformed into a scary monster!  Running around making clickity clackaty noises with them and then running up beside us and yelling "Rarrrrrrrr!"  I tell ya it was the scarriest 2 1/2 ft tall monster I had ever seen especially once it started to grow a laundry basket on its head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-203238788272343575?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/203238788272343575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=203238788272343575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/203238788272343575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/203238788272343575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7640231170045943242</id><published>2009-05-16T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:09:22.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following Mommy and Cold Water</title><content type='html'>Today has been a day filled with all sorts of excitement and with Samuel's recent comment I had to write about it all before I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with Mommy and I have been preparing for a neighborhood cookout with all our neighbors.  This has been a fun event, got to meet our 2 new neighbor families and their children and even set up some play dates with everyone.  Anyway I was in the dreboom doing laundry when Mommy came in and said she forgot something at the store and will be right back.  Next thing I hear is the door shutting and a minute later Asher crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher was in the living room playing when he saw Mommy walk by so he went chasing after her.  He crawled on the carpet then dragged himself with his hands into the kitchen and was pulling himself to the door Mommy went out of all upset and crying because she had left him.  Needless to say he was over joyed as soon as saw me with a big smile and a hand slap right on my nose as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tonight after the block party I stayed later talking to our neighbors getting ready to move while Mommy went in with the boys to give them baths.  A little while later I came in and Samuel looked up at me from the tub and said, "Daddio I am very very upset at you because you did not save any cold water for me."  Not fulling understanding what he was saying I asked him to repeat when he went to explain again, "Daddio, I am so very very sad because you used all the cold water and did not leave me any and now my bath is hot because you used up all the cold water when you took your shower.  Next time Daddio you need to use some warm water so that there will be enough cold water left for me."  During this whole time Mommy was laughing because she understood what he said and I was still confused.  So Samuel asked what she was laughing at and she smiled sand said "Nothing Samuel, your precious." So he turned his look at me where I still fully did not get what he said so he repeated it again but this time started to show me by pointing at the hot and cold water nobs and pretending to turn each one when mentioning that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7640231170045943242?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7640231170045943242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7640231170045943242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7640231170045943242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7640231170045943242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/following-mommy-and-cold-water.html' title='Following Mommy and Cold Water'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-4761816550777652084</id><published>2009-05-15T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:35:06.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting</title><content type='html'>These past few days have been very hectic again running into problems with the day care center on post where I have to put my kids so that I can teach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AFTB&lt;/span&gt; classes so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AFTB&lt;/span&gt; can cover the cost.  At first because of Samuel's allergies we had to jump hoops to bring his own food.  Well it was time for the doctor's note to be renewed and for Andy get get one so that we can bring food.  So the place needed proof of the allergies and his allergy chart was given which they decided.....  well let me just say it took over 3 months to get everything fixed, doctors appointments, and meetings, and more paper work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Tuesday I brought them in so I could go teach a class, ironically "Advanced Problem Solving Techniques."  They would take Asher and Samuel but not Andy because they did not have this 12 month shot records.  HE IS 27 MONTHS OLD!!!!  I dealt with this before after his 12 months sots for about 3 to 4 months constantly bringing them in and finally getting a not written from a doctor saying the shot they say he does not have is a 4 year shot or something.  So I asked them before I left with Andy if there was anything else they needed and again if they were sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Andy and I went to teach just to find out I was given the wrong date and was suppose to teach on the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; not the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  So we used this time to go get a copy from the hospital of every single shot that Andy has ever gotten.  While there I called to verify again if there was anything else, and when we returned with the records if there was anything else.  Every time the Answer was No that is it for all your boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the next day (when I was suppose to teach), I get a phone call saying that I need to bring the rest of my boys medication before they can take them and that they need Andy's Asthma Action Plan too (which does not exist because he does not have Asthma).  After getting the Action plan thing fixed I found out that they will not take over the counter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt; because they need the bottle to have a prescription note from the doctor on it that says "Use as Directed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I call Mommy and get her involved in helping get this medication because she is a Soldier and gets priority in the hospital.  With the few hours she had she went and explained it all to the desk nurse who informed her that it takes 72 hours (not the 2 we have).  So she told them why and she said she would try to get it expedited.  But since the doctor was at lunch until 1 (needed to get the boys in at 1:30) we were unable to get this medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the daycare center it was such a big mess, and was told that they cannot take medication for hourly care, once straightened out I started handling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Epi&lt;/span&gt; Pens and Inhaler (which they would never use) and then filled out a ton more paper work just to find out everything was wrong because they prescription notes said "Use as Directed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as Needed&lt;/span&gt;."  Because of the "as Needed" they could not take it but finally took them at 2 (when I was suppose to be teaching) so that I could go and they would talk to the head nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy managed to get the medication while I was teaching and met me at the Day Car Center, but again the medication said Use as Directed as needed.  First off the as needed is on there so that they don't just give him the medication when it is not needed, but since their instructions says it cannot say as needed they have taken it to mean it cannot say it anywhere at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all said and done, we now got to fill out 5 new forms every month and need to get the wording changed just on the inhaler thanks to the head nurse saying the others "Use As Directed As Needed" was fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was before they would not let me bring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt; for the boys and actually got in trouble for forgetting about it and leaving it in the diaper bag once.  For some reason during the renewing process so that we could provide their own food so that non of the above will ever be needed, someone in the hierarchy of it all decided the 3 months of jumping through hoops was not enough.  The real reason why all this had to be done in the first place is because the state gives the center money for food for every child that eats so for us to bring our own food means less money for them therefore we had to get a special needs request to bring our own food.  Now all the extra for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt; is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;.  I can see maybe a note from the doctor about allergies and medication but not the massive jumping through hoops, wrong wording, form not filled out exactly like they want, and my favorite the hand writing does not match (I field out part of a form while someone else helped me fill in the gaps).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Literally&lt;/span&gt; I am not lying that is how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see where they are coming from with all this but denying my children child care for 5 months so we can play corrupted game of Simon says is just wrong, let me bring their food and a bottle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt; with a doctors note, just in case!  Now how hard is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vent over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-4761816550777652084?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4761816550777652084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=4761816550777652084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4761816550777652084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4761816550777652084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/venting.html' title='Venting'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7049427332334903891</id><published>2009-05-08T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:47:29.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tomato is Coming!</title><content type='html'>Ok I thought I would write this now just in case I do not get a chance to later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the dark grey storm clouds has rolled in like a crackety freight car, loud and thunderous, dropping rain as if it was the great flood.  Lucky for us we live on a side of a hill so it all just runs down the road or in the river that forms in our back yard.  Anyway, mommy called to inform us that there was a Tornado on the ground 20 minutes away (about 10 minutes now), so I opened the front door to listen for the sirigns over all the trains and the boys playing.  Samuel the courious George he is asked why I was opening the front door with all the rain out side so I informed him that a Tornado was heading our way.  He replied "A Tomato!" which I corrected "No a TorrrNado."  He was a little upset since it was going to mess up his play time so he told me he was goin gto stop it and proceeded to run to the door.  While swinging the door Open he yelled to the storm in a firm commanding voice "Stop it Storm, no Tomatoes!"  With this he turned back to me and said, there will be no more Tomatoes Daddio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I stop posting you will know why but if I get to post again you will know that even the Tomatoes listen to my son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7049427332334903891?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7049427332334903891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7049427332334903891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7049427332334903891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7049427332334903891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/tomato-is-coming.html' title='A Tomato is Coming!'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-9078971176366239119</id><published>2009-05-07T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:22:26.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Charge</title><content type='html'>So this morning Samuel woke up at 6:45 so before mommy left for work she told him that he was in charge.  She thought it would be nice if I could get some extra sleep since I had not been sleeping well lately.  A little later Samuel comes in and woke me up to tell me I need to sleep on the couch, I just replied in a little bit and laid back down.  A little bit later Andy is screaming so I get up to see what was going on and Samuel is taking Andy's bean bag because he wants to make a boat but Andy did not want to.  Samuel was being very forceful, more than he typically is and I was shocked.  I made him stop and told him that Andy was laying on it first.  With this I stayed up and noticed that their bowls were filled to the top with Cheerios.  To find out since Samuel was in charge he decided to feel their bowls with "Tiger Cereal" and ate it on top of their typical breakfast and then added the Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later Samuel tells me to do something, and I replied that it was not time for that, which he quickly snapped back that mommy said he was in charge today.  Well this went on for a while and I thought I would observe how he managed to run the day, knowing that he would most likely imitate how I act and it was a bit disturbing.  Instead of asking first he just went straight to telling for his lips frowning and his eyes in a mean face look.  (typically I bark after 3 or 4 times of them not doing what I asked).  He tried to send Andy to the Naughty spot because he would not give him a toy Andy was playing with.  But he also was very helpful and took care of Andy pretty well during the day as well as me.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at nap time Samuel said they did not have to take a nap because he was in charge so we had a little talk and he decided that a little nap time would be good so he told Andy to go take a nap.  :o)  And a few minutes later Samuel went and joined him.  When he got up he then told me politely to make them some diner and told me what he wanted.  So they had chicken and home made baked chips that Samuel helped make.  After it was done he went into the kitchen and got the cookies without asking me and just started dumping them into his bowl.  I made him stop and he got mad at me because he was in charge and he got to choose the surprise for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when mommy finally got home she asked how everything went and I told her she needs to ask Samuel since she left him in charge.  To find out she just told Samuel he was in charge of taking care of Andy while Daddio rested.  So she told him that Daddio was now in charge and that he needed to listen to me.  A little upset Samuel came and set in the blue chare in the living room all upset like.  I asked him what was amatter and he informed me that I was now in charge and he was not anymore because he abused it and got cookies and cheerios without asking Daddio first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy, I think he will be a natural leader once we get a few of the kinks out but he enjoyed his day of being incharge.  Hopefully I can start instealing better leadership and compassion skills and learn from this event myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-9078971176366239119?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9078971176366239119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=9078971176366239119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/9078971176366239119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/9078971176366239119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-charge.html' title='In Charge'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880276976050178532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_vmmxvGH3g/SgNm6-WytcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t2alWFKKET0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-3837893039553945389</id><published>2009-05-04T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:30:28.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>So today Samuel called for me while he was sitting on his throne because the toilet paper had fell and rolled out of the doorway.  While rolling it up he said something to me, which I cannot remember now, but it was remarkable for his age.  So I replied "Samuel I am so proud of you." Which he returned with a "Why." Continuing I said, "Because you are very smart and know a lot of different stuff for your age."  When I finished rolling up the toilet paper he yelled, "Mommy, Daddio is very very very proud of me." Replying she asked, "Really, why is that Samuel?" Answering he said "Because I know stuuuffff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we were having a little bit of trouble trying to get Asher to go to sleep, so we brought him in the living room after a little while of yelling in bed.  Mommy tried to get him to go to sleep, fed him a little more, which he did not want, burped him, which he did not want either, and gently held him which he did not like.  She gave up and with him still fussing handed him to me.  I tried holding him but he just kept playing with my beard and laughing.  I tried holding him on my shoulder in the rocking chair but he kept turning around to look at my face.  I tried holding him in my arms like a baby but he really did not like that.  So I finally gave up and said he can cry in his bed.  As I laid him down, I told him Good night like I always do and pulled up the covers.  At that moment he turned his head and closed his eyes and fell asleep.  Sometimes I just wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-3837893039553945389?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3837893039553945389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=3837893039553945389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3837893039553945389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3837893039553945389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-5426953756502484392</id><published>2009-05-03T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:19:26.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza</title><content type='html'>First off I would like to let you know that Mommy will be starting to write in the blog too.  She keeps telling me I need to write about this or that little quote the boys said, but 98% of the time I was not there so she will be adding them as they come.  Off course she is not as talkative as I am  :o) so they will most likely be a lot shorter.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week we were on vacation so you will be excited to know that over this week, when I have time I will be catching you all up on everything that went on while in Nashville.  So on to the show....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we decided that we would just relax at home after church while it rained all day here.  I believe it rained all week because in our vine bed we had on weeds when we left but when we came back it looked like a jungle.  I guess this just means it will be easier for the boys and I too pull out all the wild onions and pick all the jumbo dandelions.   Well for diner we decided to eat pizza so we went online at pizzahut.com and did a special order with a secret coupon code I got a long time ago.  The code is 267, basically you get 1 specialty medium pizza, 1 one topping medium pizza, a thing of bread sticks (or cheese sticks for a $1 more), a thing of cinnamon sticks, and a 2 litter for only $19.99.  What a great deal for pizzahut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we order the boys their own pizza (hamburger toppings, hand tossed with no cheese or sauce) and they love it!  They call it pizza with toppings because it is just crust with toppings.  :o)  Anyway most of the time they just eat a piece each with some toppings but today they each ate 3 pieces of pizza for a total of 6 of the 8 pieces, a cup of jello, and when we were not looking they got into the refrigerator and each grabbed 1 breadstick and some popcorn chicken and was snacking on that.  At 9 when Mommy went to check on them because they were so quite I got in trouble for giving them the popcorn chicken and breadsticks, which I profusely denied.  Thankfully for me Samuel is a man of truth and he told Mommy that Daddio did not get the breadsticks and popcorn chicken for them.  He informed her very much so proudly that his tummy was still very very hungry so he did not want to bother us while we watched Star Trek so he got it out for he and Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if Samuel just likes telling the truth all the time, or has figured out that if he tells the truth with a proud face of what he has acomplished he does not get in trouble.  :o)  Actually I think it is both.  He tells the truth because it is wrong to lie and because he is proud of his acomplishment.  When he does something that he knows is wrong at first he will say no but less than a second later he will then tell the truth with a very sad sad face or automaticly put himself in the naughty spot and will not let us talk to him for 4 minutes because he is 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if they both keep eating like this I think I will have to start selling Avon of something to keep these boys fed.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-5426953756502484392?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5426953756502484392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=5426953756502484392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5426953756502484392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5426953756502484392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/pizza.html' title='Pizza'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-249788322033264937</id><published>2009-04-29T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:03:37.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On our Trip</title><content type='html'>So I am currently on our family trip and will write all about it when we get back.  I just thought I would give you a little update of what has gone on.  First off, while checking the blog stats I noticed that someone visited my blog through google searching for the keyword "sonic fart"  So I did a search and after the videos listed up top my blog is #1 on the list.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we went to the zoo and today to the kid's science center.  On the bottom section of the Science Center they had a old wooden train set and Samuel saw it right off and we had the hardest time getting him away from it.  For the next 30 minutes he was Mr. Grump Bucket, he would just stand there about 5 to 10 feet away from the rest with his arms crossed and his head partly down with a frown on his face.  Finally there was this spinning table that had a map on it and he slowly came up and when he finally wanted to play Mommy and Andy moved on.  I had to stop the people behind us so that Samuel could have a minute to play with it.  As he approached I noticed his cheeks were red and covered with tears.  It really upset him that he had to leave the Train set, but he had so much fun with the rest of the place that for the next 5 hours he totally forgot about the train set until we were leaving the building.  With that said, we will be returning back on Friday before we leave town so they can play with the train set and the 7 story science filled indoor playground!  With our family membership to the Discovery Center in Springfield we were able to get into this place for free so the $44 cost for the yearly membership was well worth it (since this place alone cost $46 :o).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-249788322033264937?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/249788322033264937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=249788322033264937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/249788322033264937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/249788322033264937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-our-trip.html' title='On our Trip'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-1909392340744273425</id><published>2009-04-27T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:27:00.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>So the community here decided to have Earth day on the 25th instead of the 22nd here.  It was really funny because they had all sorts of things about recycling and reducing our waste but they were giving out water bottles everywhere and had only a very small place behind a display to recycle the plastic bottles but nothing for the coke cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the boys really liked going to all the places and playing on the play ground.  They had a bounce house there but Samuel was refusing to go on it screaming and everything else.  A few days earlier he met a boy named Eric, who is 5, and they have become friends, Eric even offered to hold his hand in the bounce house but Samuel still did not want to.  After a while of being in the heat we decided to go home and even though most had sunscreen on the boys still got a little red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now to the good part.  After being home for a little while and replenished with water and rest that the sun had managed to drain earlier, Samuel came up to me and said "Daddio, I am very very sad." With curiosity I replied "Why is that Samuel?" and he began on this little story explaining why he was sad.  Basically he was said because he now wished he would have jumped in the bounce house with his friend Eric and that he is said because Eric offered to hold his hand but he said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later Samuel came up to me and said again, "Daddio, I am very very very proud of you."  Wondering why because I had not done anything but dry a few dishes, I asked why is that.  With a big smile on his face and in a fast voice he blurted out, "Because you brought me to learn about Reduce, Reuse, Recycle!  I am so very very proud of you Daddio, thank you very much!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-1909392340744273425?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1909392340744273425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=1909392340744273425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1909392340744273425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1909392340744273425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-1783721096750067945</id><published>2009-04-26T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T07:27:08.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Braxton</title><content type='html'>Ok so I said I would write this a few days ago but just now got around to it.  Braxton Edwards and I were friends when I was in Pre-first and he Kindergarten.  The two groups had recess at the same time during the day and one day I did not want to pay kick ball and was walking around and he was walking on top of the hill by the school at Gateway.  The school was up higher than the playground.  I wanted to go down the newly installed slide that they put on the side of the hill but had noone to share the fun with.  So I saw Braxton walking (had never met him) and introduced myself the best a 5 or 6 year old can.  I asked if he wanted to play and be began playing and sliding down the slide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on we became friends.  Now I might be wrong on this but I believe that is how it went.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-1783721096750067945?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1783721096750067945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=1783721096750067945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1783721096750067945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1783721096750067945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/braxton.html' title='Braxton'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-2642687385910446878</id><published>2009-04-22T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:15:00.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while the boys were taking a nap I was naughty and decided to get myself a little snack covered in allergies.  So I reached far into the cupboard behind a lot of pots and pans until my fingers hit a smooth plastic package hidden in the back.  I slowly pulled it out being careful not to break the contents inside.  Once out I gently opened the wrapping and pushed out the first of two Nutty Bars.  Biting into the crispy peanut buttery, chocolaty bar I had a flash back to my first ever taste of a Nutter Butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very young and my dad had just come home from work and told us he had a surprise for us.  All excited and waiting, Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a Nutter Butter bar and gave it to us.  Asking what it was he said try it so we bit into it and enjoyed it greatly.  Peanut butter is one of my favorite treats so mixing it with a crispy wafer and chocolate just made it perfect.  I remember Tonie asking where he got it and he said that the snack machine guy was taking out the old items and putting in new so he asked if he could buy the old one from him for a quarter.  It was the best quarter ever spent.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just thought I would write about a random childhood memory I had and share it with you.  Samuel reminds me of myself during that time because when I let him try something new he reacts like I did.  But unfortunately due to the boys' allergies they have not been able to enjoy or taste a Nutty Bar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-2642687385910446878?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2642687385910446878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=2642687385910446878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2642687385910446878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2642687385910446878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-3541140862687262724</id><published>2009-04-21T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:12:00.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Spot</title><content type='html'>Asher Thomas had just woken up and Samuel and Andy with their daily ritual as the baby monitor yelled "Asher Daddio, I hear Asher!" and without a second breath they ran off in full speed to Asher's bedroom.  As normal Samuel jumped on the bed (since Asher's bed is a double bed :o) and Andy tailing behind always stops to look for something that he can climb upon to get up there.  This day Andy had grabbed the loud ridable Thomas that some neighbors gut for Samuel when he turned two.  (Side note, these neighbors got him one and their son one but after the birthday party and the constant noise the thing made they took the unopened one they had gotten for their son as a present back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andyway to make a short story long, Andy loves opening the window blinds so that the sun light beams down on the bed.  As he pulled Samuel wanted to help and grabbed the cords from Andy and ended up hitting Andy in the head with them.  Naturally Andy started to cry and then I heard frantic feet running fastly out of the room and to the corner by the entry way.  I come out of the kitchen and look over and Samuel is sitting in the corner with his head bent down so I ask him why Andy is crying and he replied, " Daddio you cannot talk to me for four more minutes because I am in the naughty spot."  Confused I said what?  And again he replied, "DaddiOOOO, shhhhhhhhh, don't talk to me I am in the naughty spot for four minutes because I am four."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this I went into the bedroom and Andy had stopped crying and told me Samuel had hit him.  Samuel is not just an honest boy, he is also a self punishing one too.  :o)  It reminds me of when he was little and we would spank his hands when he was naughty and so when he did something he would spank his own hand and tell me, I already did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-3541140862687262724?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3541140862687262724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=3541140862687262724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3541140862687262724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3541140862687262724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/naughty-spot.html' title='Naughty Spot'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-4019516924165223610</id><published>2009-04-20T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:06:00.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretending to be Mommy</title><content type='html'>So the other night Samuel and Andy were playing in there room while Asher was getting ready for bed and I was writing yesterday's blog post.  While playing Samuel tells Andy, "I will be Mommy ok."  Mommy came out of the bathroom and asked what are you guys doing, wondering why Samuel was pretending to be Mommy.  Samuel just replied, I am pretending to be Mommy, and he continued walking down the hallway with big steps.  When he got to the living room he turned his head and peeked in and said "Hum, where is Andy?"  Pretended to look around and then walked back with big steps to his room and peeked in and repeated, "Hum is Andy in here?"  Then he ran to where Andy was partly hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night to wear the boys down we sometimes play hide and seek in the house and of course Mommy or Daddio is always it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-4019516924165223610?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4019516924165223610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=4019516924165223610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4019516924165223610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4019516924165223610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/pretending-to-be-mommy.html' title='Pretending to be Mommy'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-1141622649161020238</id><published>2009-04-19T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:01:00.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day</title><content type='html'>So the other day Samuel was talking to Mommy and Daddio while we were getting ready for bed.  We had just put Andy and Asher down for the night and Samuel was excited that he got to stay up 30 minutes longer than they did.  We tell him it is because he is a big boy but in reality it is because Samuel and Andy will play all night long in their beds if they are both away when going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Samuel was talking to us and just randomly said, "I am a big boy Daddio, one day I was three and then one day I was four and became a big boy.  When I was three I was not a big boy but now because of that day I am now a big boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how he puts things together from what we say.  We tell him that because he is 4 he is a big boy now so that he will help out with things more even though when he was 3 we told him he was a big boy then too but we did not associate it with his age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-1141622649161020238?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1141622649161020238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=1141622649161020238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1141622649161020238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1141622649161020238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-day.html' title='One Day'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-124265020991209520</id><published>2009-04-18T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:00:39.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooffers</title><content type='html'>So yesterday (Friday) Asher was fussing during nap time and typically he falls right to sleep.  Well later that day while over at Mr. Tim's house, Mommy was trying to get him to stop fussing again and that is when she noticed his first pearly white tooffer starting to pop through the gums.  He is a little late compared to  Samuel and Andy but at least there was not all the blood curdling screaming that went along with Samuel or the long weeks of fussiness that Andy had.  Asher just popped it out and just did not like being by himself during this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-124265020991209520?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/124265020991209520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=124265020991209520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/124265020991209520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/124265020991209520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/tooffers.html' title='Tooffers'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-2137887332007705347</id><published>2009-04-13T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:27:21.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>So today, we went and had a family picture taken of us all, the lady was running a little late so after an hour and starving boys we had our pictures taken.  Samuel, Mr. Photogenic now, was constantly smiling really big with his chin high in the air.  Andy on the other hand thought if he covered his eyes he would not have to take a picture, so he kept putting his hands up over his face.  Almost reminds me of myself when I had to get pictures taken but I do not think I ever covered my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day for being so "good" in Mommy's opinion, we went bowling.  It was close to their nap time but we thought we could get in 2 games before the fussing, crying, and whining got too bad but I think we over estimated the physical and emotional strain that picture taking has on someone.  Anyway, Samuel needed to go pee so after he bowled, mommy took him to the restroom while Andy bowled.  Joking with her I said they would be back before Andy bowled one frame and sure enough, Andy rolled the ball and it stopped just about 5 feet away from the pens.  I managed to roll a second ball and push his down just to get the second ball to hit the sweeper and then get stuck on the lane.  It ended up that there was a guy right there who came and got my ball for me as Mommy and Samuel was walking back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher had woken up by this time and he actually helped me roll the second ball down there.  :o)  Though he did not get to play any, he did cheer on the boys as they bowled their speed balls at 2.67 and the record speed was 0.98 MPH by Andy.  They had recently installed things to record your speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy ended with his best score being 76, and Samuel 93 with 2 Spares.  They managed to both beat me on the first game and almost on the second.  Mommy on the other hand did not show any mercy for anyone.  She politely informed me that being an Eagle Scout was a prerequisite for marriage but also being a decent bowler (above my original 68 on the first round) she just expected.  I guess that is why you best check all the boxes before you settle with someone.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady at the front desk saw that Samuel was using a 7 pound ball so she brought him out a cool camo green 6 pounder.  Mommy used it once and Samuel (very tired) started to cry because Mommy just threw his new ball, but then was so excited when the "machine made him a new size 6 ball" just for him.  After a while I finally understood his thinking, and I tried to explain that the machine pulls the balls back after using them and does not create new ones but he, like his Mommy, was set in his way and I had no chance at changing his thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By frame 6 of the second game both Samuel and Andy were tired and very fussy, but it was worth it.  Samuel was not so much fussy as tired and cry when his ball disappeared and it took a while for the machine to make a new one.  I guess when you get tired things start getting emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they love bowling and I think they will be better than me after a few more games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-2137887332007705347?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2137887332007705347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=2137887332007705347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2137887332007705347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2137887332007705347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-6584721766593722743</id><published>2009-04-12T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:59:00.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asher Thomas</title><content type='html'>So Asher has always been a picky eater but lately he has been trying to eat by himself or trying to hold the baby food jar.  Infact today he held the jar still for me while I shoveled about half the food out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I recently found a picture of him eating and thought I would share it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/Sd_6M63vViI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4RS7Lio7aqA/s1600-h/295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/Sd_6M63vViI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4RS7Lio7aqA/s400/295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323248384443635234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-6584721766593722743?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6584721766593722743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=6584721766593722743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6584721766593722743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6584721766593722743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/asher-thomas.html' title='Asher Thomas'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/Sd_6M63vViI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4RS7Lio7aqA/s72-c/295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7196626398445583652</id><published>2009-04-11T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:48:00.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Back</title><content type='html'>So the other day I found a random flash camera card in a desk drawer.  It was an amazing 8 megabytes in size and had a few images and a video on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on this little flash back we found pictures and a video of Samuel three years ago when we first moved to were we are now.  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Well today Asher was rolling around the living room and Samuel came in and said "Asher loves Star Trek Daddio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on my face and Mommy looking at me weird I asked do you?  And Samuel replied "YEAH, and I watched Star Trek when the ship was broken and they had to fix it, but the ship was broken but Bob and builder did not fix it........ and also Handy Mandy did not but someone one Star Trek fixed it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I look back while I am typing this I see my boys pulling drawers out and throwing peices of the boxes all over the place.  I guess this is why I have not written very much in my blog when they do stuff because they end up tearing up the house when I am not looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-8908044889651773166?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8908044889651773166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=8908044889651773166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8908044889651773166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8908044889651773166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/star-trek.html' title='Star Trek'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-5308378593562683457</id><published>2009-04-10T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:12:00.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 4</title><content type='html'>So last night while Oklahoma and Texas are facing fires, we are fasting our daily rain, infact tonight we became under a Tornado warning and our sirens started blaring.  While we all went to the middle of the hallway we sat there listening to the Thunder and Samuel looked up at me and said, "Hey Daddio, I am not scared of Thunder and Lightning because I am 4.  When I was 3 I was scared of them but now that i turned 4 I am no longer scared of them but if I were to turn 3 again I would be scared.  But I am 4 so I am not scared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you are reading this I guess we survived the tornado.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-5308378593562683457?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5308378593562683457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=5308378593562683457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5308378593562683457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5308378593562683457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-4.html' title='I am 4'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-409394580713090543</id><published>2009-04-09T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:09:55.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Quoted</title><content type='html'>I just realized today while Samuel, Andy and I were putting some boxes together that I miss quoted Samuel on the last post.  He said "Daddia, don't tell mommy because she will ask me why I did it and I WILL SAY IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, and she will say no it was not because you meant to do it so go sit in the naughty spot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I would clear things up and not make mommy sound so mean because she is not.  Samuel is claiming all things as accidents lately if he gets in trouble for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-409394580713090543?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/409394580713090543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=409394580713090543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/409394580713090543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/409394580713090543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-quoted.html' title='Miss Quoted'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-2303654667013304017</id><published>2009-04-09T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:07:40.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops I forgot to Post</title><content type='html'>After many days of "forgeting" to post I thought I best put up an update.  :o)  Sorry about that, I know all the fans of the boys are getting very agitated.  I guess when the mother-in-law starts sending death threats I best listen.  (Love you Marge :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 weeks the boys and I have been off and on sick, one sick who then gives it to another when he gets better who then just keeps on passing it along.  I think today and tomorrow will be the end of it all... Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I and Asher had doctors appointments at the same time so Mommy met us at the Hospital and went with Asher and was so kind to bring the boys with her.  Because of all the drainage this sickness has been giving up the doctor wanted to have Asher X-rayed just to make sure it was not pneumonia because of all the crazy weather change we have been having here.  Thankfully it was not.  But Mommy bribed the boys telling them if they were good that she would bring them to eat at Charly's and get some chicken and french fries.  We ended up bringing this home with their juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to make a short story long, Andy was crying and crying and crying (a fussing type of cry) so I finally went into the kitchen to see what was the matter and he had poured his juice into the container that had held the chicken and could not get it back into the cup to drink.  So as the good father I am I helped him pure his crumb filled lemon-aide back into his cup to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was turning away I noticed Samuel's chicken container had fruit punch drops in it so I asked him why he poured it in the container when he knew better than to do that, which he replied with the following: "I am sorry Daddia, I don't know why I did poured my juice in there but do not tell Mommy ok... because she will ask me why I did it too and I will say it was an accident and she will say no it was not because you meant to do it so go sit in the naughty spot and I do not want that to happen... ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny that they already know the response of each parent.  I kind of reminds me of the post a while back about the "phrase" kids remember us as saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if my mother-in-law will take back all those death threats I may continue writing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rusty Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-2303654667013304017?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2303654667013304017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=2303654667013304017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2303654667013304017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2303654667013304017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/oops-i-forgot-to-post.html' title='Oops I forgot to Post'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-4423622704058843277</id><published>2009-02-11T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:07:46.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>So In the past 12 days we have had 2 birthdays, Samule is now 4 and Andy 2.  They both wanted Train cakes Samuel wanted Stanley and Andy wanted Thomas, so if you remember my cake decorating from last year these are a step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SZORT_CHQeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jBE9fULmpVM/s1600-h/IMG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SZORT_CHQeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jBE9fULmpVM/s400/IMG_0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301740958869045730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SZORTgoD6tI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9fJkj8eBYZ8/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SZORTgoD6tI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9fJkj8eBYZ8/s400/IMG_0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301740950706711250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish the following phrase: "Daddy is making..."  Typically when we hear this it is Daddy is making a cabnet or something like that but Samuel excitedly told Mommy the other day that "Daddio was making a cake for him."  Still things like this just make me laugh because for all my life I would have said Mommy is making a cake for me or actually Tonie is making... :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-4423622704058843277?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4423622704058843277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=4423622704058843277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4423622704058843277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4423622704058843277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SZORT_CHQeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jBE9fULmpVM/s72-c/IMG_0397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-1673006539008175340</id><published>2009-02-11T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:59:52.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>Ok so a few weeks ago we had a lot of snow hit us, for a few days it was jsut dry snow because it was so cold but as it started to warm up it became good snow and me and the boys went out to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few pictures of the excitement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SZOQhxt59QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/N3-0Ky-4iA8/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SZOQhxt59QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/N3-0Ky-4iA8/s400/IMG_0377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301740096301167874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SZOQhia14CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8GX4A_sHwEc/s1600-h/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SZOQhia14CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8GX4A_sHwEc/s400/IMG_0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301740092194676770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SZOQhWnXBhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/F1-y1krIJpw/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SZOQhWnXBhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/F1-y1krIJpw/s400/IMG_0373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301740089025955346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SZOQhJbMD7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eOyBAPB8FwE/s1600-h/IMG_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SZOQhJbMD7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eOyBAPB8FwE/s400/IMG_0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301740085485244338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-1673006539008175340?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1673006539008175340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=1673006539008175340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1673006539008175340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1673006539008175340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SZOQhxt59QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/N3-0Ky-4iA8/s72-c/IMG_0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-3225937923217434352</id><published>2009-01-14T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:29:00.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I poopy</title><content type='html'>Mommy reminded me about this after I wrote yesterday's post about Andy and his wonderful line.   A person she used to work with came up to the boys as we were living and said hey guys give me 5.  Samuel shyed away but Andy came running up to him.  The guy got excited and put out his hand and then asked how are you, so Andy stopped turned around and put his hand in his diaper and excitedly yelled "I poopy!"  The guy quickly withdrew his hand and said maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, we had gotten the boys ready to go somewhere and the boys were excited to leave so mommy asked if everyone was ready and Samuel quickly replied "We are jsut waiting on you mommy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-3225937923217434352?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3225937923217434352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=3225937923217434352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3225937923217434352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/3225937923217434352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-poopy.html' title='I poopy'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7534056723069310154</id><published>2009-01-13T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:07:01.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Gets Award</title><content type='html'>I forgot to write this last Thursday so I am writing it now.  On Wednesday, I got the boys ready and we all went out to the Asher's Day Care Orientation so that we can put him in there when I teach my classes.  After a long and boring hour of that we headed over to the main administration building to pick up some papers for Samuel so that we can bring his food to Day Care because of his allergies and they had some more forms for Andy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from there we headed to the hospital.  I had told the boys if they were good at the other 2 we would get an apple for them.  As normal they were little boys acting like big boys, so I was going to get them an apple anyway but the little booth had just closed when we got there.  So I went to get my blood tested because my last blood test I had gotten at the beginning of December some how got messed up.  Anyway the boys always wants a number out of the machines because they want to be like Daddio and while I was talking to the lady Samuel reached up, could not see what he was doing, but managed to press the button and get 2 numbers.  They are getting so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway while giving blood Andy wanted to get his blood tested to so when she was finished poking and draining me I set Andy up there and acted like I was taking his.  For some reason this boys loves shots.  From hear we moved down to the Pharmacy in the basement of the Hospital to pick up my medication that was ordered Dec 12.  A nice story in itself, the doctor ordered it went to the main pharmacy and they were out so they sent me to the pharmacy at the PX, but since I had the boys I could not make it.  So a week later we went there and they said they did not have it and that it was in the basement Pharmacy but this was right before the exidus and it would be closed for 2 weeks.  So on Wednesday we went there and they did not have it.  They checked the logs and it was filled but out of the 4 pharmacies on post they did not know where it was.  During this time the boys, getting tired and Asher hungry, were actually acting pretty good.  All in all they could not find it and said they would have it for me by tomorrow.  It was now almost 3, the boys were tired and I had no bottle for Asher since I did not think the orientation was going to be an hour and the pharmacy 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy had her award ceremony at 3 but I did not know where so I zoomed home got Ashers bottle and called but got no answer,  a few minutes later she called back and when I asked where it was going to be she informed me it was on Thursday not Wednesday.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Award:&lt;br /&gt;So mommies old work was giving her an award for her great work there, so on thursday we went there.  Samuel went up with her to accept the award and Andy wanted to go as well, so half way through it he went dashing across the room at her while I was calming Asher.  So she picked him up as well and had 2 boys in her arms for half the presentation.  The presenter smiled and said don't worry I know how it is because I have 5 children myself.  Mommy got an award for her amazing work that she did for the 2 years she was there, and greatly deserved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were so excited because mommy was having a party but on our way out they asked why Cole, Samuel's best friend was not at mommies party.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7534056723069310154?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7534056723069310154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7534056723069310154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7534056723069310154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7534056723069310154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommy-gets-award.html' title='Mommy Gets Award'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7822272663597010388</id><published>2009-01-12T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:00:02.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite</title><content type='html'>So Saturday was a very quite day for me.  Mommy left that morning to go to Springfield with the boys to give me a break.  It was so quite I did not know what to do.  Having a break every now and then is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to the Children's museum and had a blast, they played with the little cars that teach friction on a long ramp with loose and tight wheels you can take off and add.  Samuel got so excited about this area he asked mommy if he could go play with the cars and when she said sure he turned around in a full sprint right into the stair case railing so he now has a nice big round brouse on his forehead.  Anyway they spent a whole hour just at the cars, and 4 hours at the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once done here they went to Applebee's and the boys had their favorite, Chicken Strips and French Fries.  But this time for some reason Samuel's had allergies on them and he broke out and face started to swell up.  But for some reason Andy's did not have allergies on them, Samuel ended up eating Andy's with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7822272663597010388?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7822272663597010388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7822272663597010388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7822272663597010388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7822272663597010388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/quite.html' title='Quite'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-1282345662854407053</id><published>2009-01-11T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:59:53.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops and AA</title><content type='html'>For some reason it looks like some of my posts did not go through the past week.  I apologize for it and do not know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on the topic you all want to know about, Andy and Allergies.  Since Samuel has had allergies all his life we shielded Andy from everything that Samuel had, and in July we had him tested and found out he was allergic to most everything.  Anyway the past month he has been wanting to eat things that are allergies but he does not understand why he cannot eat them other than Mommy and Daddio says so.  So today to help him understand why he and Samuel do not eat those things after telling them my ice cream was allergies and it would make him sick he still wanted it an d was so upset that he could not have any so I gave him a little of mine so that he could learn why they do not eat allergies.  Well his hands are now forming bumps and around his mouth,  just waiting to see if he throws up.  Anyway some may think this is mean but he has to learn why.  The whole time Samuel was yelling, "No Andy do not eat it, it will make you sick!  No Andy No!"  So the whole time Andy was crying because Samuel was telling him not to eat it and I was giving him some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this little controled lesson will help him understand why and will help keep him away from allergies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-1282345662854407053?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1282345662854407053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=1282345662854407053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1282345662854407053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1282345662854407053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/oops-and-aa.html' title='Oops and AA'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-1172429167927163620</id><published>2009-01-07T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:26:00.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asher Does it</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was a pretty hectic day having to go to a ton of different things to get Asher properly enrolled in the CDC (yes he is a Contagious Disease :o)  Here they love using acronyms so that stands for Child Development Center.  We also had to do a few things for Samuel and Andy's allergies at another building, drop some books off, register Asher for health care, and pick up my medication that was suppose to be filled right before the holidays (a whole other story in itself).  Anyway in the rush I left Asher's bottle at home so when we finally got home he was very hungry.  I asked Samuel if he could feed him for me while I get everything unloaded, and Andy ready for a nap.  So the big boy he is helped feed Asher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after feeding Samuel was yelling "Daddio come here Daddio come here"  rushing to the urgent yell thinking maybe He was dropping Asher like everyone keeps telling me he will do (which he has not thank you).  When I got there Samuel all excitedly said "Look Daddio Asher is feeding himself" and sure enough Asher had grabbed the bottle away from Samuel and was feeding himself.  Last night Mommy gave him his bottle while she washed the other boys and I wrote the last post :o) and he again fed himself.  They all are growing up and becoming big boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy last week learned how to get out of his cage that is 4 feet off the ground.  :o)  One morning Samuel woke me up and Mommy was fixing their breakfast, I was feeding Asher and all the sudden Andy ran across the hall and to the kitchen.  Mommy asked if I had gotten him out and I had thought she had, to find out Andy has figured out how to climb out of his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-1172429167927163620?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1172429167927163620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=1172429167927163620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1172429167927163620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1172429167927163620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/asher-does-it.html' title='Asher Does it'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7496613427144527937</id><published>2009-01-06T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:26:21.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy agrees with Anndea</title><content type='html'>Tonight (5 minutes ago) Mommy asked me if I could shake the bottle for her, so I did and the water was stinking hot (yeah it really smelt :o).  Anyway I am pretty sensitive to hot water so it kind of burnt.  I then replied that you do not warm bottles up in super hot water a she replied, "who says that."  Swiftly I replied "the experts," and she asked "what experts."  So since I have 3 boys I happily replied "ME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with this I think I bit my own toe or whatever that saying is because she laughed and said "the same expert that falls asleep while warming bottles for Andy?"  Shocked I replied I never did that (which probably I did since his typical night was waking up 6 times).  So since Andy's favorite word is no I decided to ask him if I fell asleep while warming his bottle in lukewarm water, and with a smile on his face he answered "Yeah!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whispered to him to say no and asked again but got a happy "yeah!"  Again asked him to say no but got a "Yeah Daddio"  Finally I said "Andy you are suppose to say no so say no daddio"  He whispered back OK and I asked the question one last time "Andy did I fall asleep while warming your bottles?"  Looking right at me he replied "Yeah Daddia yeah"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7496613427144527937?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7496613427144527937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7496613427144527937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7496613427144527937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7496613427144527937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/andy-agrees-with-anndea.html' title='Andy agrees with Anndea'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-1501660287086457719</id><published>2009-01-05T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:23:01.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asher and the Truck</title><content type='html'>So yesterday it was just Asher and I for a while so I was able to give him more attention than just every now and then.  We played and played and played.  When Mommy came home she asked what we did and I said played all day but you could tell she really did not believe me but a little later he had gotten really fussy and she could not figure out why because he had woken up only 3 hours earlier (he only takes 2 naps a day now).  Well a few minutes later he started yawning really big so she put him down and he slept for a very long time.  She was amazed at how much I wore him out.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things we did was play with the blue Tonka truck that Aunt B got Samuel a while back, he loved pushing it, well swinging his  arm at it at least.  So I helped him out and got his arm firmly positioned on it so he could move it around and the truck would talk.  He had so much fun with it after his nap I just stuck it in front of him while he sat in the blue bouncy seat and he had a blast just staring at it.  When Samuel saw this he got upset and came and took the truck away and informed us that Aunt B had got the truck for him not Asher, but then he decided to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now Samuel was in his room and yelled "Hey Rusty come here" Mommy went in because she was closer and Samuel quickly replied "No Mommy I want Daddio."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-1501660287086457719?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1501660287086457719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=1501660287086457719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1501660287086457719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1501660287086457719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/asher-and-truck.html' title='Asher and the Truck'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7730342144508366466</id><published>2009-01-04T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:10:00.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy on the Potty</title><content type='html'>So Andy is growing up too.  Lately when he needs to go poopy he goes up to me and says Daddio I poopy and grabs my hand and pulls me to the bathroom, typically I get him on the toilet but he never goes.  About 2 minutes after I get him in a new diaper he poops in it.  But at least he is trying.  I think he just does not know how to poop sitting down because the other day I had him stand over the toilet and he mannaged to poop in it but that was rediculously hard to do and pretty messy so I do not think we will do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway 2 days ago when Mommy was bathing the boys when Andy started acting funny.  Mommy asked if he needed to go pee pee and he said "Yaaaaaaaehhhhhhhh."  So with one swift move she quickly and with ease swung him from the tub to the toilet and he pee peed.  The boy is excited about using the toilet and is about a year earlier than Samuel, but I think it is because he wants to be like his big brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7730342144508366466?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7730342144508366466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7730342144508366466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7730342144508366466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7730342144508366466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/andy-on-potty.html' title='Andy on the Potty'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-7488328328834834684</id><published>2009-01-04T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:09:15.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samuel growing up</title><content type='html'>So yesterday Samuel has started to become a big boy.  For the past month or so I have been having problems getting him to take a nap, but lately he has been good and been going and laying in his bed for about 30 to 45 minutes then coming out and telling me he just took a nap for 20 hours.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Anndea and I decided since hie is almost 4 that he can start doing other things during nap time.  So yesterday I moved Mommies computer that she has not used for a year ( :o) into the living room and installed some learning games and activities on it for him.  I am also organizing all the learning material we have gotten over the years so that Samuel and have a short hour or 2 of "school" with me while the other 2 sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, while setting this up, Samuel help Mommy out side raking leaves.  Below are a few pictures of him and even a few he took.  Enjoy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEHepVAJMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ODO61DIrCpw/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEHepVAJMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ODO61DIrCpw/s400/IMG_0316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287515660581086402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo by Samuel V. Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEHeHZUzpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-c3kj8ZTiP4/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEHeHZUzpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-c3kj8ZTiP4/s400/IMG_0326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287515651472412306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo by Samuel V. Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEHd3eAi9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/FbNnU3HEAiU/s1600-h/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEHd3eAi9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/FbNnU3HEAiU/s400/IMG_0330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287515647197088722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo by Samuel V. Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Hard at Work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEJKlCJh2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EbRBwBJiadU/s1600-h/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEJKlCJh2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EbRBwBJiadU/s400/IMG_0329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287517514854139746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEJJ0nxvXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QHMsWMGnINY/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEJJ0nxvXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QHMsWMGnINY/s400/IMG_0324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287517501858626930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEJJWz3LpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EKNEt0w4H2k/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEJJWz3LpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EKNEt0w4H2k/s400/IMG_0321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287517493856251538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEJIk0P1nI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DeuDd6dtLq4/s1600-h/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEJIk0P1nI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DeuDd6dtLq4/s400/IMG_0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287517480436094578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEJILgFLsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ji82FACHEyg/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEJILgFLsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ji82FACHEyg/s400/IMG_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287517473640623810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-7488328328834834684?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7488328328834834684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=7488328328834834684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7488328328834834684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/7488328328834834684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/samuel-growing-up.html' title='Samuel growing up'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SWEHepVAJMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ODO61DIrCpw/s72-c/IMG_0316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-6271708834135677343</id><published>2009-01-01T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:58:48.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>So my boys got to stay up til 2 AM today, while my friend Tim and I debated if a database can really make a difference if used properly.  A great 2 AM talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I do not right a list of future failures day on New Years, instead when I feel like I need to change something I start working on it then so that i do not have a list of 10 things to do that will all together drastically change they way I have to interact with everything in my life.  With that said it just happens that today I decided I best start posting more often in my blog before my mother-in-law comes to visit again.  :o)  For some reason her and my mother  as well as many others love reading my blog and still check it daily even thought I have not updated it in a long time.  So starting today I will be focusing up updating it daily.  I will also make sure my wife is not sitting by me when I type like she is now.  She will make a great grammar and spelling teacher for all ages, I guess that is why the Army put her AG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning we left Samuel at Tim and Sharon's house after the new years and Andy came home with us.  For some reason life has been much calmer these last 10 hours.  Andy (Wife corrected me again), though always wants to do what we do and follow in our footsteps decided today he was going to wear her (wife trying to correct spelling here) long boots.  When he put them on, well I will just let you see the picture for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SV0R4DfJIjI/AAAAAAAAADs/X8fz_bx3bu8/s1600-h/IMG_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SV0R4DfJIjI/AAAAAAAAADs/X8fz_bx3bu8/s400/IMG_0309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286401192309105202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-6271708834135677343?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6271708834135677343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=6271708834135677343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6271708834135677343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6271708834135677343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SV0R4DfJIjI/AAAAAAAAADs/X8fz_bx3bu8/s72-c/IMG_0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-6287009890468414270</id><published>2008-12-14T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:50:17.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Figuring Out Money</title><content type='html'>So for the past few months when Samuel wants something at the store we ask him if he has any money to buy it.  The answer is typically "No but (insert grandparent name here) does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the grandparents have come and gone for Christmas and the other day Samuel saw Rosie the train at the PX and wanted it.  So I told him he could buy it with his own money.  Later that day I had left some change by my pillow and it fell off the bed that night.  That morning Samuel came in to wake me up so he could get breakfast and he saw the change.  So the sly guy he is went over and picked up 2 pennies, a nickel, and a quarter.  Later on he found a dime and something else so he proudly came up to me and said "Daddio, look I now have enough money to buy Rosie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kindly replied, "Samuel you will need a little more than that."  So today during nap time I heard a crash so I got up and went into the bathroom where the noise was coming from and Samuel was in there and had the door blocked.  I asked what he was doing and he said he was just using the bathroom.  So I went back to lay down.  A little bit later I still her rattling in there so I go and push the door hard and to find out he had pulled down mommy's pants and was going through the multiple pockets on the new Army ACUs looking for change which he had found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to day he was so excited because he now had enough money for Rosie, or so he thought.  But on a side note when Andy woke up he shared his findings with him so that tehy both could buy a train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-6287009890468414270?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6287009890468414270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=6287009890468414270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6287009890468414270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6287009890468414270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/figuring-out-money.html' title='Figuring Out Money'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-5820726023869844095</id><published>2008-12-14T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:41:46.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SUXfdSYisVI/AAAAAAAAADc/PqcIPcySAiE/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SUXfdSYisVI/AAAAAAAAADc/PqcIPcySAiE/s400/IMG_0289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279871832405750098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SUXfdAjdQCI/AAAAAAAAADU/tM6C0Dg7SWE/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SUXfdAjdQCI/AAAAAAAAADU/tM6C0Dg7SWE/s400/IMG_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279871827619692578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SUXfcu8pp4I/AAAAAAAAADM/XTX4BAqHbBA/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SUXfcu8pp4I/AAAAAAAAADM/XTX4BAqHbBA/s400/IMG_0287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279871822893524866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SUXfcRj3nxI/AAAAAAAAADE/JUdYqZlq2Pg/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SUXfcRj3nxI/AAAAAAAAADE/JUdYqZlq2Pg/s400/IMG_0286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279871815004954386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SUXfb0ARSjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sursGSDnG5s/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SUXfb0ARSjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sursGSDnG5s/s400/IMG_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279871807071013426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SUXf4-cTOQI/AAAAAAAAADk/6klisEV0Evs/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SUXf4-cTOQI/AAAAAAAAADk/6klisEV0Evs/s400/IMG_0290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279872308089141506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-5820726023869844095?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5820726023869844095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=5820726023869844095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5820726023869844095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/5820726023869844095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-pictures.html' title='Santa Pictures'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SUXfdSYisVI/AAAAAAAAADc/PqcIPcySAiE/s72-c/IMG_0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-8156494707692671355</id><published>2008-11-02T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:35:11.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SQ5VSgwG3sI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ou0Gu8vtnvw/s1600-h/IMG_0216-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SQ5VSgwG3sI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ou0Gu8vtnvw/s400/IMG_0216-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SQ5VS7xPkFI/AAAAAAAAACk/7FP3JTOeoTY/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SQ5VS7xPkFI/AAAAAAAAACk/7FP3JTOeoTY/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SQ5VS5-3XDI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7Iyn_ZRXt0/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SQ5VS5-3XDI/AAAAAAAAACs/f7Iyn_ZRXt0/s400/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SQ5VTWqhKPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9QnmamToJME/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SQ5VTWqhKPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9QnmamToJME/s400/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-8156494707692671355?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8156494707692671355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=8156494707692671355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8156494707692671355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/8156494707692671355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-part-1.html' title='Halloween part 1'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SQ5VSgwG3sI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ou0Gu8vtnvw/s72-c/IMG_0216-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-1379570397603643518</id><published>2008-11-02T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:34:05.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Mommy Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SQ5VDKx4QbI/AAAAAAAAACU/8nk4qSFCafE/s1600-h/IMG_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SQ5VDKx4QbI/AAAAAAAAACU/8nk4qSFCafE/s400/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-1379570397603643518?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1379570397603643518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=1379570397603643518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1379570397603643518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1379570397603643518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/captain-mommy-part-1.html' title='Captain Mommy Part 1'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SQ5VCe3w1uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Gf5pD4FWFzw/s72-c/IMG_0205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-4562040347634562627</id><published>2008-10-15T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:16:18.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip - Day 11</title><content type='html'>Today is day 11 of our Tri-State Baby tour and we just have a few more stops and 6 days left.  It is nice traveling around and the boys are enjoying it greatly.  I think though that they are starting to get over spoiled by some unnamed people throughout the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day has been a new adventure filled with excitement, love, and long drives.  We are getting to see everyone we have not seen in a while and a long while.  Yesterday we went to visit an old college friend who lives by my parents named Derrek.  Samuel was so excited to go see him but when we got to the restaurant he started asking where Derrek was and we would point to our friend.  Samuel would answer back with some frustration "That's not Derrek, I want to play with Derrek."  Then we realized that he thought we were going to see our neighbors at home who have son his age named Derrek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-4562040347634562627?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4562040347634562627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=4562040347634562627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4562040347634562627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/4562040347634562627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-day-11.html' title='The Trip - Day 11'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-2086454194819093810</id><published>2008-10-02T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:57:53.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Daddio Work"</title><content type='html'>Over the past three weeks Mommy has been home with the new baby and everyone has been loving it.   The baby loves having Mommy there to feed him, the boys love having Mommy there to take the to play while she works out, and Daddio love having Mommy there to take the boys to play while she works out. :o)  All in all everyone loves Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days though I feel that the boys love her more than me and this week they proved my theory.  One day while the boys were taking a nap Mommy went to the bathroom, when they woke up she was still in there and Samuel came running out and could not find Mommy so he asked if Mommy had gone back to work.  I kindly answered with a little laugh "No Samuel, Mommy is in the bathroom."  With a little thought he replied, "Daddio, can you go to work and let Mommy stay home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad but happy moment in my life, sad because he wants Mommy to stay and me go, but happy because I know she does a better job at it that I do and she loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like people always say children never lie and tell the truth even if you do not ask.  "Mommy Andy hit me back!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-2086454194819093810?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2086454194819093810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=2086454194819093810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2086454194819093810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/2086454194819093810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/daddio-work.html' title='&quot;Daddio Work&quot;'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-6955163314711407687</id><published>2008-10-01T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:39:14.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowing</title><content type='html'>So this week Samuel and Andy were sick and have been so kind to share it with me.  Anyway yesterday I was at home and had bundled up in my jacket.  Well when Samuel came home he looked at me a laughed saying "Silly Daddio, it is not snowing take off your jacket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then what made it even better was he became very persistent about it all and ever tried to take it off for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-6955163314711407687?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6955163314711407687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=6955163314711407687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6955163314711407687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/6955163314711407687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/snowing.html' title='Snowing'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809732853252608161.post-1556628640493841939</id><published>2008-09-27T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:46:00.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy's Favorite Daddy</title><content type='html'>So today I found out who Andy's favorite daddy really is.  We were all playing in the living room and Andy was running down the hall towards us all yelling "Daddy, Daddy!"  I was partly down on the floor when he turned the corner yelling "Daddy" again.  All the sudden with a big smile on his face and his hands raised up high he screamed with excitement "Daddy" and started running as fast as he can straight towards me.  I looked up and put my arms out to catch him and say "I love you Andy" when all the sudden he stops about 2 feet in front of me and bends down and picks up my old cabbage patch doll and gave it a huge hug and yelled "Daddy" as he turned around and ran back to the hallway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4809732853252608161-1556628640493841939?l=mrhousespouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1556628640493841939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4809732853252608161&amp;postID=1556628640493841939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1556628640493841939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4809732853252608161/posts/default/1556628640493841939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhousespouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/andys-favorite-daddy.html' title='Andy&apos;s Favorite Daddy'/><author><name>Rusty Jordan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FqMVRh9WMc/SJp4HUSEK2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dktwYmh6GEI/s1600-R/18620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
