<?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-29088082</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:21:01.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5lilmonkies</title><subtitle type='html'>To this blog all glory be given to God for without him "we" would not be "we" and withoug him we would not have our 5lilmonkies.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115556329725300551</id><published>2006-08-14T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T08:48:17.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidens twin....</title><content type='html'>When I was pregnant with Aiden I was actually pregnant with twins. I just had to trust that God knows what I can handle,when I ended up miscarring one of the babies. I just can't help but wonder if God didn't send that little twin back down here at a later date!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/400/July%20Pics%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115556329725300551?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115556329725300551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115556329725300551' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115556329725300551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115556329725300551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/08/aidens-twin.html' title='Aidens twin....'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115539758659894346</id><published>2006-08-12T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T10:46:26.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Like a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/Blog%20pics%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/400/Blog%20pics%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is TRUE faith. Dressing for the cold weather in the middle of a very hot Alabama summer!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115539758659894346?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115539758659894346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115539758659894346' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115539758659894346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115539758659894346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/08/faith-like-child.html' title='Faith Like a Child'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115531000527785846</id><published>2006-08-11T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:26:45.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/bad%20hair%20day%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/400/bad%20hair%20day%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115531000527785846?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115531000527785846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115531000527785846' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115531000527785846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115531000527785846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad Hair Day'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115526722849564055</id><published>2006-08-10T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:33:48.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A trial in life</title><content type='html'>To all of my blogging friends...We are going through a very hard time right now. My heart is breaking. It is a very sad, sad, story. One that I don't feel free to tell right now. I know God can help. I definitly know that, we that are involved and are saved are experiencing Gods grace....Please continue to pray for us, also, those who are not saved and involved......please, please, pray for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115526722849564055?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115526722849564055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115526722849564055' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115526722849564055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115526722849564055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/08/trial-in-life.html' title='A trial in life'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115495618707707201</id><published>2006-08-07T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T08:09:47.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire of my Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/Emma%20Jaim%20013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/Emma%20Jaim%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one little girl monkey in this very little, happy, active house. She is everything that I prayed for. Right down to the hair and eye color. Actually, thinking about that....while I was pregnant with her we went to some country rodeo, the first and only one I've ever been to.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/Emma%20Jaim%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/Emma%20Jaim%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While in the bathroom, I saw this little girl that was probably around the age of 3 or 4, with golden blond hair, big dark brown eyes and the prettiest brown skin contrasting her hair perfectly. She was the cutest little girl. Immediatly I thought of that little girls creator and said to him, "please could my little girl look similar to her?"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/Emma%20Jaim%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/Emma%20Jaim%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how God hears and awnsers our prayers. He gives us the desires of our hearts, not thinking that my request in the stinky bathroom at a country rodeo was a silly one. I love all 5 of the wonderful gifts that God has blessed our lives with. They bring us so much joy. But, yes, my sweet little girl monkey is special to me in a different way than the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/Emma%20Jaim%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/Emma%20Jaim%20021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an awnser to my prayers. She is the desire of my heart. Though in some ways she is turning out to be a "tomboy"(I guess she doesn't have much of a chance there!), she still a princess to all of us in our house. Sometimes I stare at her and  can't help think about my wonderful God, who awnsered my prayer for a blond haired, brown eyed, sweet little, Emma Jaim!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/Emma%20Jaim%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/Emma%20Jaim%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115495618707707201?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115495618707707201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115495618707707201' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115495618707707201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115495618707707201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/08/desire-of-my-heart.html' title='Desire of my Heart'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115455506424835146</id><published>2006-08-02T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:44:24.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ichy ichy ichy me!</title><content type='html'>Hi,im the oldest lil monkey and very ichy. On saturday me, colby and aiden went out in the woods to make a tree house. I don't know how, but I must of ran into some posion ive. I got it on my arm and eye and cheek and belly. My belly was the very worst. Here is a picture of my poison ive on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/Timmys%20posion%20ive%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/Timmys%20posion%20ive%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take oatmeal baths before I went to bed and put on ich cream that stings a lot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my eye, its pretty swollen isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/Timmys%20posion%20ive%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/Timmys%20posion%20ive%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prayed about my eyes and my face and than what do you know, it was better the next day. Oh yeah I forgot to show you a picture of this, my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/Timmys%20posion%20ive%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/Timmys%20posion%20ive%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belly was the worst but I didn't want to put it on the blog because I didn't want everyone looking at my belly. My belly is still the worst, but its doing better. I don't have anything else to say, I need to get off and get ready for church.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115455506424835146?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115455506424835146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115455506424835146' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115455506424835146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115455506424835146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/08/ichy-ichy-ichy-me_02.html' title='ichy ichy ichy me!'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115409177408367635</id><published>2006-07-28T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:10:19.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats in a Comma</title><content type='html'>You know, a comma is such a little thing on the keyboard. I am sure that people don't really give it much thought. &lt;br /&gt;Lets give a little attention to the very overlooked comma, for, a, moment.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone look down at that comma on your keypad. Its there and wether you would like to admit it or not, it is a very important little guy. It can change, the way a whole sentence sounds just, by showing up in it. When you know a "person" that has that kinda effect on lets say a crowd, or party, when they walk into the place and change the whole atmosphere, that can leave an impression on people. People could say about that person, "so in so" could go places in life, or "So in so" is a born leader!&lt;br /&gt;Back to my man of the hour, the comma. I recently have had a very personal, close encounter with this little bugger. He should never ever be mistaken for his very close companion in life the peorid. If you don't pay much attention you could punch the , when you were meaning to punch the . and not even notice it. That mistake could be critical, and was for me. That little mistake of allowing that misceivious little "," jump right into my business where he didn't belong has caused me some anxiety.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ebay.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your maxium bid $23,00 (notice the comma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time left on the bid 2hours 16 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me saints!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115409177408367635?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115409177408367635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115409177408367635' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115409177408367635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115409177408367635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-in-comma.html' title='Whats in a Comma'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115383634297607485</id><published>2006-07-25T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T13:30:29.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little "spice" in our life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/aiden%20brian%20001.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/aiden%20brian%20001.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Does anybody know what this is?&lt;br /&gt;                                Yep, its another visit to the ER with&lt;br /&gt;                                Aiden Brian.&lt;br /&gt;                                This makes 3 times in three weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;                                I am starting to wonder if we should get&lt;br /&gt;                                this thing attached for good so we don't &lt;br /&gt;                                have to go through the whole "process".&lt;br /&gt;                                They should have special privledges for&lt;br /&gt;                                "regulars". Like a special side entry &lt;br /&gt;                                door, or a punch card, 5 visits in a &lt;br /&gt;                                month the sixth one a free cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/aiden%20brian%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/aiden%20brian%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Aiden, the next morning with the bear they gave him named Griffy Aiden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Needless to say, Aiden is a cute little &lt;br /&gt;                                angle child while we are there. Giving&lt;br /&gt;                                faces like, "would I, could I, do anything&lt;br /&gt;                                to cause trama!!" All the nurses talk &lt;br /&gt;                                about how cute and sweet this poor little&lt;br /&gt;                                child is. I guess I even fall for it while&lt;br /&gt;                                we are there, "my poor innocent child." HA.&lt;br /&gt;                                For all who truly know Aiden Brian he is the &lt;br /&gt;                                king of all "trama". Very spastic, &lt;br /&gt;                                unpredictable and on the verg of trama at &lt;br /&gt;                                almost any moment. Life as we all know it&lt;br /&gt;                                is too boring for him. He needs to spice it&lt;br /&gt;                                up a litte every now and then. Oh, how I &lt;br /&gt;                                love my Aiden Brian. Life would be oh so&lt;br /&gt;                                boring without him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115383634297607485?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115383634297607485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115383634297607485' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115383634297607485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115383634297607485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-spice-in-our-life.html' title='A little &quot;spice&quot; in our life!'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115342331256778476</id><published>2006-07-20T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:21:52.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, ya never know what'll smack you in the face!</title><content type='html'>So,about 3 weeks ago us and another couple of like abundance (in children that is),decided that it would be fun to go on a camping trip. Occasion being,2 of our children having birthdays, in July, about 6 days apart. We did all things to plan, and the time for the trip was drawing near. As I was in town getting groceries for the adventure in the great outdoors, my husband met me there with the news that the whole thing might be off....The kids would be so upset! There was news from a fellow camper that the temps. for the next 3 days was suppose to be striving above 100 with soaking wet humidy. Did we really want to try to pretend we were enjoying ourselves in that, did we really want to try to sleep while suffocating? We contemplated the whole time we  were shopping. Pro's (not to many) and Con's (seemed to be winning). But being the wild and crazy people that we are decided to at least give it a nights try for the sake of the birthday monkey. If we all died of heat stroke we'd be in heaven,if we barley survived we could always pack up and go home, at least we tried. &lt;br /&gt;So...pack,pack,pack. When you are packing for 7, even if it is only for a couple of days, it is a project. Finally, the house is clean, diapers are changed kids are all loaded in the van, I get in and.....Aiden reminds me I forgot Griffins bouncy seat, so glad he riminded me. K, shut off the van, and run,run,run, cuz they are gonna get hot quick. Unlock the door, grab the bouncy seat and am back at the van in record time. Position bouncy and go to start the car.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DEAD BATTERY,AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/STRESSED%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/STRESSED%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every body out, cooler...out. Put stuff back in fridg. Aiden and Emma go down for a nap. Must call husband,"Ahh,no pressure honey, really,but,ummmmm, we can't leave until you get here!....(pause as he responds),well...ummmm...dead battery!&lt;br /&gt;Can't get ahold of the other family that is WAITING for us at the campground,cuz they were going to help set up the tent since Brian had to work today. Well hopefully they won't get tooo worried when we don't show up. Now, I sit and wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115342331256778476?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115342331256778476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115342331256778476' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115342331256778476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115342331256778476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-ya-never-know-whatll-smack-you-in.html' title='Life, ya never know what&apos;ll smack you in the face!'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115333031397447206</id><published>2006-07-19T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T13:02:15.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/My%20Kids%20013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/400/My%20Kids%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   Whata Crew!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;               (I do have to state that this is Not the whole crew..&lt;br /&gt;               Those pictures comming soon to a Blog Spot near you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115333031397447206?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115333031397447206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115333031397447206' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115333031397447206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115333031397447206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/crew.html' title='The Crew'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115323486321233640</id><published>2006-07-18T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:01:03.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/July%20Pics%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my silly, loving, helpful, snuggly, smart, talented, talkitive, wonderful baby boy (I have told him even when he is 30 he will be my baby). We love him so much and can't believe that he is 8 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I don't know what I would do without him. He is very helpful and very protective of me and his baby monkies (Emma and Griffin). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/june06%20pics%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/june06%20pics%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/My%20Kids%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/My%20Kids%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I am going 10 different directions and trying to hold fussy Griffin he will come get him from me and put him to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Or if Emma is at my feet following me around fussing Timmy has taken her away to play with her. It moments like that I realize how blessed I am to have him. &lt;br /&gt;It is funny how we want to give our kids the world. We want all of the best for them. (Maybe we spent a little too much on his bike)(Which he named "Harley Boss")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/timmys%20new%20bike%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/timmys%20new%20bike%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything him I want to hand him salvation, like a gift, the best most wonderful gift that I could ever give him. If it was only that easy, too reach out my cupped hand and put it into his like a bright shinning light. There is no other way I could give perfict happiness and peace, the gift of a wonderful life. 8 years ago today God gave me the gift of a life, a soul living in a sweet little body. Oh, and how quickly they grow up. Before I know it he will be gone and on his own. I just hope that I am able to do all I can to point him in the right direction and give him all that I can to equip him to make the right decisions. But for today, his 8th birthday, I will enjoy his bright blue eyes looking at me adoringly, enjoy that he wants to sit on my lap, enjoy that he comes and hugs me first thing in the morning, his eyes barley open. We will enjoy allll year long Timmy....being 8. We Love You Timmers!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115323486321233640?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115323486321233640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115323486321233640' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115323486321233640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115323486321233640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115315223657686352</id><published>2006-07-17T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:07:03.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/My%20Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/My%20Kids.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;                               GROSS!!!!!Who taught them that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115315223657686352?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115315223657686352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115315223657686352' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115315223657686352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115315223657686352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/gross.html' title='Gross'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115280345644360883</id><published>2006-07-13T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:25:21.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The art  of eating</title><content type='html'>One year old. It is a great age in a lot of aspects. They start to talk and really develope their personality. They start to really discover the world around them and want to be independant. Thats really great and all but it can take some patience on the moms part sometimes. Like if they put their clothes on backwards and your rushing to go somewhere. Or if they are trying to brush their teeth and it takes like 5 times for the toothpaste to make it on the tooth brush and by the 6th time spitting it finally makes it into the sink. It is great that you now don't have to do EVERYTHING for them (espesially when there is 5 of them) but sometimes the mess that there is after almost makes it not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to take a close look at the pratice of independently eating. This is one that seems to take the longest time to master and most of the time makes the biggest mess. In the hair, on the clothes, on the chair, table and floor....Ahhhhh, each meal time there is a huge mess to clean.&lt;br /&gt;Emma (mostly know as Emma Jaim) is the one year old of the house at the moment and is definitly still working on the art of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there is getting the cereal onto the spoon....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/July%20Pics%20051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than raising it to the mouth.....&lt;br /&gt;(this is the real tricky part, it usally takes a few times to hit the target)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/July%20Pics%20055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...their must be dual coordination because as she is raising the spoon trying real hard not to let the food fall off the spoon she must open her mouth large enough to get both the spoon and the food in.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/July%20Pics%20057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once both spoon and food have succesfully made it in their we have a happy girl.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/July%20Pics%20052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But their are other issues to meal time......&lt;br /&gt;The constant distraction of standing up and turning around.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/July%20Pics%20047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the strong desire to go play but still wanting to eat at the same time (Both of these things can be major messy disasters!!!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/July%20Pics%20050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after every slightly succesful mealtime we each get a chance to pratice and grow. &lt;br /&gt;Emma Jaim and her art of eating and me and my paticents and love for cleaning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/July%20Pics%20058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115280345644360883?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115280345644360883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115280345644360883' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115280345644360883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115280345644360883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/art-of-eating.html' title='The art  of eating'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115272309599250941</id><published>2006-07-12T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:57:49.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Trama</title><content type='html'>5 little monkies jumping on the bed (nope it was one, on a dresser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/July%20Pics%20045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        One fell off (Aiden Brian) and bumped his head (actually it was the book                        shelf           &lt;br /&gt;        that fell off the wall where it was hanging and the corner hit him in the     head).&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/July%20Pics%20046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              (Notice the dented corner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20043.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/July%20Pics%20043.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;                   (Notice trama to the head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Mama called the doctor (actually a visit to the ER) and the doctor said&lt;br /&gt;       "two shiney staples are going in your head" (and a CAT scan cuz it knocked him  out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20044.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/July%20Pics%20044.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Moral of the story: Monkies shouldn't be jumping on beds or climing on dressers to get a piglet off of the book shelf that was hanging on the wall and is now sitting on the dresser waiting to be installed more securly back on the wall by the father monkey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115272309599250941?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115272309599250941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115272309599250941' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115272309599250941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115272309599250941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/monkey-trama.html' title='Monkey Trama'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115263895934242777</id><published>2006-07-11T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:35:14.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Babysitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/July%20Pics%20036.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  We had some babysitters over today.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/July%20Pics%20040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/July%20Pics%20039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/July%20Pics%20042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115263895934242777?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115263895934242777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115263895934242777' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115263895934242777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115263895934242777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/future-babysitters.html' title='Future Babysitters'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115255142057595504</id><published>2006-07-10T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:10:20.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/sleepy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/sleepy.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/July%20Pics%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with 5 little monkeys around you've gotta know that there can be lots of noise and craziness around this wonderful 1300sqft. house. Something that I discovered way back when I only had Timmy and Colby is kids are very trainable. So early on I started "quite time". Two hours every day this house is filled with the most wonder, beautiful, peace and quiteness. The 3 younger ones usally take a nap. Timmy and Colby must do something that causes no noise at all. They read a book, color, play a computer game or quitely play with toys. It is wonderful.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/July%20Pics%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I savor this time. I will use this time sometimes for "my time" and read a book, go on the computer or something like that. Sometimes I will curl up in bed with Aiden Brian since he usally naps in my room. Sometimes it is good uninterupted cleaning time as some projects can take 10 times longer than normal since I have to stop what I am doing at least a million times to tend to children needs. Sometimes Timmy and Colby nap too if needed.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/vacation%20videos%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/vacation%20videos%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But if they do stay up sometimes I spend time doing things with them.    It is amazing how wonderful they are when they are sleeping. They aren't fighting or complaining they are just laying there ever so peacefully. They look so innocent. I love my kids so very much but maybe just maybe I love them just a little tiny bit more in these sweet moments of peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115255142057595504?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115255142057595504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115255142057595504' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115255142057595504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115255142057595504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/moments-of-peace.html' title='Moments of Peace'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115211709542467708</id><published>2006-07-05T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T12:08:18.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/vacation%20Pics%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/vacation%20Pics%20025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the latest statius on Aidens imagination....&lt;br /&gt;I told him to go in his room and play with his imagination.&lt;br /&gt;He quickly informed me that his imagination was not in there (refering to his head). I asked him where it was and he told me that he wasn't going to tell me. I said pleeease.  He consented as long as I wouldn't tell anyone. ( I got permission from him to write it  on here). He whispered to me in my ear....."It is in the woods..."&lt;br /&gt;I told him to go into his room and say "come here imagination" and then play with it. He smiled and ran off to his room, not realizing that his imagination was with him the whole time:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115211709542467708?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115211709542467708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115211709542467708' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115211709542467708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115211709542467708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115202720428319988</id><published>2006-07-04T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T10:33:24.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The softball game(by Timmy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/Kids%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/Kids%20025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sunday we went  to play softball. At first we were just playing around then Elim hit a grounder I went to catch it but it bounced up and hit me in the head.It hurt bad. So aunty nicky took me to the dugout. Then it started pouring so we all went into the dugout. Uncle Matt and Bro. Mike got there while it was pouring so they joined us in the dugout When it was finally done raining they started the softball game. Me and Colby watched from the dugout. Bro. David hit it about 5 feet from the fence and Eathen caught it. Then it started raining again. But they stayed out there and kept on playing in the rain. I wanted to go out there and play in the rain too. Aunty Nickys second hit was right to the pitcher, Derek, and got Aunty out. Then her sholder started hurting bad so she quit. So Aunty started pitching to me so I could try to hit. It was fun. Then Uncle Jeremy said he wanted to leave, so we all left. &lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to blog because I thought it looked fun. I like reading blogs with Mama because its fun. I like Aunty Kellys picture of Noahs wasp bite. And thats all I have to say for now. Bye, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115202720428319988?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115202720428319988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115202720428319988' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115202720428319988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115202720428319988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/softball-gameby-timmy.html' title='The softball game(by Timmy)'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115199195992794289</id><published>2006-07-04T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:45:59.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So very, very thankful</title><content type='html'>So, tonight for some reason, I guess Jen and I were kinda bored, I pushed the "next blog" button at the top of my blog. We kept pushing and pushing and seeing allll kinds of blogs. Some in languages that we couldn't understand and all kinds of different subjects, from how to feed dogs organiclly to how to make natural soap. Jen left and I kept pushing the button for a while. I started to come across some real sad blogs. Places where people "posted" for an excape. People who are very lost and hurt. People who have been very terribly wrecked by sin. Sad situations, sad stories. Some of these people are young, some older, married, single, and even daddies and mommies. Confusied,tormented people all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;  Now...I just have to stop all of that to THANK GOD! THANK HIM SO MUCH!!!!  I am so very, very thankful to be saved from myself, from sin and all of the mess, hurt, heartach,hopelessness and confustion that it brings. Thankful that I have all power over the devil throught Christ Jesus. I am so glad that I can pass that hope onto my children and I don't think a day goes by that Idon't pray that God will give me the wisdom how to raise my children to see that sin is horrible and none of it is worth it. That they will see how very beautiful Gods true church is and how they will only know true love and happiness amist the saints of God. &lt;br /&gt;  I am very thankful to be in a country where I do have the freedom to worship God in  all knowledge and truth.&lt;br /&gt;  I am very thankful for my wonderful, helpful, saved, loving husband.&lt;br /&gt;  I am also very thankful for alllll 5 of my wonderful little monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  God has blessed my with so very much and for all of it I am so very, very thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/vacation%20videos%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/vacation%20videos%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/July%20Pics%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/July%20Pics%20030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115199195992794289?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115199195992794289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115199195992794289' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115199195992794289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115199195992794289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-very-very-thankful.html' title='So very, very thankful'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115193995561373025</id><published>2006-07-03T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:39:09.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out on a limb</title><content type='html'>For some reason I feel like I cannot post without pictures. I guess I really need to get over that because the whole picture thing is a long process in the Thorgeranch these days. We can only go online on the laptop these days and I cannot get the pics off my camera onto the laptop (missing a very essential cord) so....I have to download them off the camera onto the desktop. Then download them off the desktop onto a disk and then download them onto the laptop. Annoying! Then download them onto the blog and then....post. I just don't have that much free time in my life. Maybe someday I will have as much free time as some of our other blogging friends (Kayla, Tesia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     * * *&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Well Griffin the 5th and littlest monkey of the family has rolled over 3 times in the last week. I feel like this is kinda early. He is 7 weeks old. Did the others roll over this early???? You think I would remember these things since this IS the 5th time that we have been through this. This is now his second milestone. The first being smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;                                    * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have a house full of interesting personalities from the biggest to the smallest. I do realize that they all get most of it from Brian and just a little from me. Well anyway, I get things said to me through out the days that are pretty interesting and I really don't realize it until I look back. For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aiden:  Mama, does God make Wal-mart stay open 24 hours a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aiden:(while we are driving in the car, and I think he was bored), Tell me about things that you know!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   Timmy: I guess people do that when they are old huh? (He was talking about Sis. Grandma Katie when she called King Ahab, King Arab).&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   Aiden:  Mama, why did God make the sky blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Colby:  Knock knock, (mama) who's there? (colby) chocolate (mama) chocolate who?&lt;br /&gt;(colby) strawberry and chocolate mixed up, Mmmmmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Colby: Is this tomorrow????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Aiden:  How come Grandma lives on the airplane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Aiden: Mama, can I have some of that?  (mama) No, it is for mama because she is on a diet (aiden) ohhhhhh, (pause) well..... can I have some, cuz I have a diareah too when I am sick!!!!&lt;br /&gt;   AND IN JUST MOMENTS AGO........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aiden: Mama, this is SO dumb, when I waved at the trash man he didn't wave back. (he was about to cry or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well, I have spent enough time on this computer for today and need to start on my very busy monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115193995561373025?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115193995561373025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115193995561373025' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115193995561373025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115193995561373025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/out-on-limb.html' title='Out on a limb'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115168147703833524</id><published>2006-06-30T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:31:17.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Well, yes, it has been quite a long time since I have updated this blog. And if I was like anyother blogger I would of been really annoyed that every time that I went to 5lilmonkies I saw the same post over and over for the last many weeks. Well, I am finally MAKING the time to update. I say making because really, I don't have any spare time until nighttime when the kids go to bed and by that time I am exausted. &lt;br /&gt;So over the last few weeks my mom came to visit and then we were off to florida. The usally 11ish hour drive took us more like 14 or so. We definitly took our time and decided that we were not going to stress or rush because when you have to stop every 2 and a half to 3 hours to feed the baby you know it is going to take some time. Needless to say we stopped at a lot of McDonalds Playplaces. It gave the kids a chance to run around.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/vacation%20videos%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/vacation%20videos%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Once we made it there we stayed in a very satisifying hotel and we had such late nights and busy days at campmeeting that we had to wake our kids up each morning and then they still sleeply lazed around the hotel room. Brian and I would take turns going down to the lobby to get some breakfast and bring some back to the room for the kids. Here is Emma and Timmy lazing around one morining.                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/vacation%20videos%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/vacation%20videos%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Timmy is taking advantage that her sister who usally doesn't stop for a moment was being snuggly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Timmy and Colby on one of the full size beds, Aiden was sleeping on a makeshift bed on the floor, Emma was in the pack -n- play and Griffin was in the portable bassinet. Usally Griffin would end up in the bed with Brian and I by the morning since he would wake up about 6ish to eat. He is ever so wonderfully sleeping through the night which I was concerned about him waking the kids up all night. Thankfully it didn't happen.               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/lazing%20around.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/lazing%20around.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The campmeeting ended on friday and saturday we decided that we were going to do something fun in florida. We decided to try out Bush Gardens this time since last time we were in Florida we went to Sea World. We had a great time. Brian and I were a little nervous bring 5 little ones into such a large busy place. We kinda wondered if  Emma would get board with the whole thing since were had decided that we were going to try to get the most for our money and stay until closing which was a 10. But they all did excellent. Emma enjoyed it as much as the boys did. We went on a train ride all around the park and saw many different animals. Emma kept calling all of them kitties and tryed to get them to come to her. "Mere Kitty". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Over all it was a great vacation. Next year we decided that we are going to try and stay longer. Any family or friends that want to join us just let us know (MOM!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115168147703833524?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115168147703833524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115168147703833524' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115168147703833524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115168147703833524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/06/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-115014424881449764</id><published>2006-06-12T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T15:30:48.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit from Grandma</title><content type='html'>So I am dealing with mastitis. Not fun! For those of you who don't know what it is you can google it. Basiclly I feel like I have the flu. Fever,achs,chills,real run down and then some. My mom is comming tommorow and as with any guest one would like their house clean. So this mastitis thing is coming at a bad time. We are all looking foward to my moms visit. When she comes it makes me wish even more that she lived here. There is nothing like a Grandmas love. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/Kids%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/Kids%20021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can tell this is an older pic. It is actually not quite a year ago when we were up in Vermont visiting my mom. My mom and I really didn't get along well when I was growing up. Now, looking back I can see that she had a lot on her. She was a very young single parent trying to make good of the mess that she had made. She was going back to highschool at like 23, instead of getting her GED. She went back as a Junior. Then off to collage. I know she did the best that she could and I can appreciate that now looking back. But growing up with her was hard. She was very stressed all of the time and would take it out on Nicky and I. I was walking around on eggshells at 5 years old.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/Kids%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/Kids%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I could be just like that if I didn't have the grace of God in my life. It is just one other reason that I am so glad to be saved and able to give my kids a life that I never had growing up. Where my mom wasn't able to be the mom that maybe she would of like to be to me, she is making up for it all, as a grandma! Also, over the years since I have been married, my mom and I have become such good friends. I already don't want her to leave!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-115014424881449764?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115014424881449764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=115014424881449764' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115014424881449764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/115014424881449764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/06/visit-from-grandma.html' title='A visit from Grandma'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-114977499683732168</id><published>2006-06-08T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T14:18:33.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing.........the 5 little monkies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/june06%20pics%20011.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/june06%20pics%20011.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here they are. My wonderful children. I can truly say that my quiver is full. They are A LOT of work and I have prayed A LOT for paticents. But they bring so much joy to our lives. I can't imagine our life without one of them. For some reason Brian and I cannot create anything mild. Our children all have what I would consider a very strong personality. The only one that is slightly mild is Colby. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/Kids%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/Kids%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He leans more towards the calmer, quiter, sweeter side. But really   with such strong personalities all around him he trys to keep up and act out of character for himself. Sometimes he is real uncomfortable even just around us. So even when he is acting wild and crazy or trying to be silly he is kinda    shy and serious, where with the others it just comes naturally.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;         My children must truly have northern blood or something because they can't seem to play outside in the summer without having some source of water around for them to get wet with. Our neighbor/sister friend Bonnie has found herself with a Six Flags waterslide (arn't our husbands wonderful for stuff like that). Well when Timmy and Colby found out that they had that in there back yard they were dying to go on it. When the day came that we got invited over they were so excited and had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/june06%20pics%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/june06%20pics%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It only took Emma one time  down the  tall slippery slide to realize that she didn't like it. It must of been the   massive speed that she flew down the slide and then splashing into a pool of cold water at the bottom that did her in.  So she stuck to the littler pool instead.She seem to never get tired of the water and never seems to get cold unlike the boys. All of the chub on her must be good insulation. She also really loved the little playhouse that Bonnie has in her back yard. She spent so much time in it, playing all by herself, going  in and out and looking out all of the windows. I decided that I need to post on Free   Cycle and see if I could find a playhouse for her. Yeaaaaaa! Someone responded that they have one that we can have. We just need to figure out the details of getting it.  Emma will be so happy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/May%20Pics%20076.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/May%20Pics%20076.0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-114977499683732168?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/114977499683732168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=114977499683732168' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/114977499683732168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/114977499683732168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/06/introducingthe-5-little-monkies.html' title='Introducing.........the 5 little monkies'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-114947724333891520</id><published>2006-06-04T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:44:22.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonders of genetics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/May%20Pics%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/May%20Pics%20025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a young girl I would sometimes daydream about having children some day and what it would be like, or what they would look like and maybe even what I would name them.  I never, ever considered that they might be A LOT like some of my family members or my husbands family members.  But.....that is exactly what has happened.  Colby looks, walks and acts quite a bit like my father-in-law.  There are a lot of other genetic similarities in my children and certain family members.  But I am going to talk about my 3rd child, Aiden Brian and his similarities to my grandpa Cote.  I never, ever, imagined having a child that acted a lot like my grandfather. They are both full of energy,loud, display lots of emotion while doing things, very expressive.  My Grandpa Cote is one of a kind and in turn so is Aiden.  It is pretty amazing that a man in his 80's could have as much or more energy than most 13 year olds. I guess there really is no hope that Aiden is going to mellow out as the years go on. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/IMG_0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/200/IMG_0299.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really these words give neither of them justice. To really understand either of them you have to experience them. And if you ever get a chance to fully experience  either of them they WILL make sure that they leave and impression on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-114947724333891520?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/114947724333891520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=114947724333891520' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/114947724333891520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/114947724333891520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/06/wonders-of-genetics.html' title='The wonders of genetics'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-114935321897969388</id><published>2006-06-03T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T11:50:19.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A bloggers testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/1600/IMG_1808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5961/3090/320/IMG_1808.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my husband and my 2 kids (we only had Timmy and Colby at the time) moved to beautiful northern Alabama 5 years ago. Before we moved here God witnessed to us that we could and must live free from all sin in order to be one of his and make it to heaven when we die. We accepted this as true and found out that it is possible to live this way and pretty easy with Gods help and grace everyday (without his power in us it would be impossible to do this). We soon had a desire to fellowship and live and worship with people who believed this same way. We could not find a church at all in New Hampshire that believed this. With much thought and consideration we decided to move our lives to Morgan City, Alabama where there was a church that taught and believed the same as us. We don't regret at all moving. God has blessed us so much for this decision. Yes we miss our families. It is hard being away from them. But staying saved and faithful to God was and is the most important thing to us. God has given us wonderful, beautiful, people down here that are very much apart of our lives and are very much like family to us. WE truly are blessed. &lt;br /&gt;One thing that I am constantly missing about where we use to live is living close to the ocean. I loved going to the ocean. We got to go last time we visited up there. This was taken then. Timmy, Colby and Aiden Brian jumping the waves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-114935321897969388?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/114935321897969388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=114935321897969388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/114935321897969388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/114935321897969388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/06/bloggers-testimony.html' title='A bloggers testimony'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29088082.post-114913922492536337</id><published>2006-06-01T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:20:24.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5....little monkies</title><content type='html'>5 can be a large number or a small number depending on what your talking about. 5 grapes, might leave you craving more, or how about 5 chips, or 5 pennies. 5 roaches, is 5 too many. 5 crumbs on your carpet (on a good day). 5 hours of sleep...... My life seems to be revolving around this number lately. 5 right now in my mind brings these thoughts....Busy, full, loud, wonderful, DONE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love all 5 of my children. It is amazing how that can happen.  When you have your first child you think "How could I possibly love anymore???". But it happens. Each one that is added you love just as much as the previous. It is amazing. I guess that is a little bit of our creator in us. How does He love us all??? So, in creating this blog I have assumed that a lot of it will revolve around our (me and my husbands) 5 kids.... 5 little monkies jumping on the bed one fell off and bumped his head. Though not all 5 are jumping yet (give little Griffin just a little time) there is almost always someone falling, or bumping a head, or bumping someone elses head or me calling the doctor or some kind of major activity going on. Anyway, I guess I will join all of my fellow bloggers and see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29088082-114913922492536337?l=5lilmonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/114913922492536337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29088082&amp;postID=114913922492536337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/114913922492536337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29088082/posts/default/114913922492536337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5lilmonkies.blogspot.com/2006/05/5little-monkies.html' title='5....little monkies'/><author><name>jaim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662156754950066512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g147/alabamabrand/ThorgerPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
