<?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-1828763711877567805</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:08:41.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ZhEmA iMe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-8500505942353919051</id><published>2009-03-04T22:31:00.038-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:08:42.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beba is 6 months old today :)</title><content type='html'>Now I just want the time to STOP!!! Even though my whole pregnancy and the first few months after I had Preston feel all like a blur now, in a way I’m glad it went by fast. After Preston was 3-4 months old, I keep wishing more each day for the time to go by VERY VERY slow, because each day he is getting more and more fun. I've been the biggest slacker when it comes to blogging, after I had Preston. At first it was the craziness of having a newborn and choosing sleep, house work stuff, errands, time for me... etc etc over blogging. Then I wanted to do anything else but blogging or kept pushing it for tomorrow. I’m upset at myself for not blogging on so many cute, fun, new things, and great memories with our cute Preston. Blogging is the closest Journal I have, so I regret for letting it go for so long. It's amazing how much babies change week by week and what a big difference a month can make. We are SO thankful that Preston is growing healthy. His nick name’s from daddy are "chunks" and "little dude" and from mommy is just "beba"&lt;br /&gt;Except in the very beginning when he wasn’t as happy in the evenings, he is a happy little guy and SO much fun. We both can’t get enough of him each day. I LOVE LOVE being a mom and I truly don’t need any other reason to be happy. &lt;em&gt;Preston IS my happiness :)!!!&lt;/em&gt; He is the guy who has captured my whole heart :) Before I didn’t really cared or thought about when I would die, but now I pray I would be alive for him. I want to live for him, be there for him and be the best mommy I could possibly be :) I’m VERY grateful every day to be able to stay home with him. I don’t take for granted not even one moment of it and I DONT wish to go back to work AT ALL, not even part time for a change. I LOVE each day I get to spend with Preston and I would not change it for anything. Yes is true... like everyone told me, my life has changed completely and I don’t get to do a lot of things I used to do. Well, I’m glad of this change, because I had no idea on how much I was missing. Even though I want to take my time and enjoy Preston, I look forward on a baby sister or brother for him. I can’t deny the fact of how hard the first few months were though. The only thing I miss dearly about the very beginning is when Preston would sleep on my chest. That to me is the most precious thing ever and I could never get tired of that. I felt so close to him and wanted to hold on to that moment forever. I was happy when Preston started sleeping in his bed, but very sad we didn’t have that special time together anymore. Just the other day, I took him from his bed while he was sleeping and sat on the rocking chair. I tried to have him sleep on my chest so I could have that feeling again, but there was no way. He is just way too big for it now. In the beginning as babies keep their legs curled so cute :) his feet would be around my belly button area and now they reach by my mid thigh. I almost cried looking at how much he has grown, so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesse took this pic. of us around midnight. Preston and I were totally out. (not the best pic. of me, but i love looking at it and remembering the sweet moments i had w/Preston)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327924452837373410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SfCXD7F9NeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GJTonQyzxO8/s320/100_5659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish SO bad i could have him sleep like this w/me for one more night. I miss it a LOT :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327924574098571954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SfCXK-04QrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/NXGacmMZsOg/s320/100_5737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I breastfeed Preston for about 3-4 months and after that I’ve been pumping and bottle feeding him :) It's working out just fine and I’m SO thankful for pumps. Thumbs up to whoever came up with such a great idea. To be honest I didn’t think breastfeeding was as hard. I’m not saying it's easy, but not near as hard as I heard or thought it would be. It just takes dedication and commitment :) I think breastfeeding ROCKS though. I would definitely do it w/each of my kids for at least one year. &lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, for sure there is nothing better to feed to your child. &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; IT’S FREE!!! &lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t think I was going to lose all the baby weight as fast, if it wasn’t for it (45lb and some). I truly give all the credit to breastfeeding. Well... carrying chubby Preston around too :) And the beauty of it is that I get to enjoy things I wouldn’t normally eat and still lose the weight. I’m so taking advantage of it, because the moment I stop breastfeeding there is no way I can keep eating like this.&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the past 6 months a lot has happened and a few things are still the same. I don’t remember details of the first 3 months as I must say they were the hardest. Like every mother, I just remember changing endless diapers, endless feedings, not much sleep, being afraid of evenings when Preston would begin fussing and feeling guilty about it, thinking I wasn't doing a good enough job as a mom :( I guess, being a new mom that was “good practice” and lessons learned :) I kind of feel like I will know what to expect and do with our next kid :)&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-ff.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2810246167504082175&amp;amp;site=widget-ff.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As far as daddy Jesse, Preston adores him. His face lights up and he has a huge smile when daddy comes home. A lot of people kept telling me during my pregnancy that I would be surprised at how things would change when it comes to his child. Jesse doesn’t show much emotions or affections, so to be honest I didn’t think he would be as attached to Preston until Preston got a bit older. Yeah I always knew he would be a good dad and I knew he would love Preston, but I didn’t think he would be much involved with him till Preston got a few months older. I feel so bad and guilty for having thoughts like that. I was surprised and so happy to see Jesse hold Preston so many times in the hospital. He would just take him from my hands and rock him, or just chill in bed with him. He never wanted to hold any newborns, so I guess things Do change when it comes to your own child :) BUT I must say, even though Jesse doesn’t show much emotions/affections, he always does a LOT of sweet/thoughtful things for us, which make me go: "Awwww so sweet". He has a very caring personality and its funny because I feel like he mothers me sometimes..." now zhema be careful with this... don’t do that because of this... so what did I tell you on what to be careful? ... Please put your seat belt on, please drive careful... etc " So, like the old saying: "Actions speak louder than words :)"&lt;br /&gt;When we came home from the hospital, Jesse was acting like a "second mom" to Preston. He wanted me to pump so he could bottle feed Preston, he wanted to be the one to train him to sleep in his bed, he would get excited to put him to sleep and YES he did change diapers, messy poppy ones too. Ha ha ha... he swore that would be my thing to do, he would never touch such thing.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if this happens to every wife, but I kind of felt in love even more with Jesse when I saw him what a cute dad he was. It's funny to me when we would race each other running upstairs to get Preston when he would wake up from a nap. We love it and it makes us laugh when we see him get SO excited, happy and moves his arms like he wants to fly, when we go to get him from his bed.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought Jesse would do a lot of things he did and still does. (YES I do feel bad for pre judging him.)&lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to make everything so perfect. Yes there have been stressful times and is hard having a newborn, but it sure does make it easier when both parents are involved. I remember when Jesse would try to convince me to start having a baby and I would keep telling him over and over that I’m not ready yet, I’m scared, it would be too much hard work blah blah blah... and after a bunch of times, frustrated he told me: "&lt;em&gt;Gosh Elona i would help you!!!&lt;/em&gt;" Awwww… Yes, zhema ime does help and I’m very thankful for him. I’m thankful for each morning he lets me sleep as he wakes up to take Preston out of bed, changes his diaper, plays w/him a bit or plays his show for him. It is nice to get that 30 min or 1 extra hr. of sleep. Of course there are disagreements too. Like the usual one when Jesse wants to feed Preston all the candy and sugar possible, while in the other hand I’m working on introducing him to vegetables. Yeah, good luck to me about succeeding on that. I’m afraid he will become “sugarhoolic” now. No wonder he refuses Veggies. "&lt;em&gt;Bring on the popsicle mom, daddy gives it to me, what is this yucky green thing you try to feed me???&lt;/em&gt;" Jesse is still crazy about buying clothes for Preston and loves dressing him up. It’s cute when he takes off to the store after work and comes home with a bag full of clothes for Preston. He has better taste than me, so I’m glad he is in charge of that. Preston was 2 weeks old when Jesse whent on this shopping trip for him and got all of these outfits for him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327926167059131106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SfCYntERauI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/mk7_HJ5FEG8/s320/100_5488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I think he just got carried away for the moment and went a bit overboard, especially getting the same outfit for 3-6 months and 6-9 months. We had to make another trip to the store the next day and return some of the stuff :) &lt;/p&gt;I love the fact that he works so close to home and he makes sure to come home almost every day for lunch, so he could come spend time with us and play with Preston. Preston's favorite "game" is when daddy throws him up in the air. Especially now that he is doing 180's and 360's in the air, he laughs and loves the spin. My favorite part is when he tells me: "&lt;em&gt;It's Ok zhema, I’ll do it. Let me do it&lt;/em&gt;" - rocking Preston to sleep, or try to calm him down when he is crying. I think that's adorable. He has the cutest happy/proud face as he comes down the stairs after he has "succeeded" putting Preston to sleep. It's funny to me that most times we "fight" over who is going to push the stroller, feed him, change him, hold him, play with him, try new things with him etc. I don’t know...Maybe we are too excited, it's the beginning and he is our first kid :) We are having a lot of fun w/Preston, that's for sure. Hopefully our second kid will get as much attention too :) &lt;div&gt;We are especially great full for daddy’s hard work to provide for his family. We appreciate everything he does and the long hours he spends at work. We wish he could be home with us longer, but I guess being able for me to stay home with Preston it doesn’t come as easy. Hopefully latter on daddy will work less hours :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-ac.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2810246167504082092&amp;amp;site=widget-ac.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167504082175&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ff.slide.com/p1/2810246167504082175/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167504082175&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ff.slide.com/p2/2810246167504082175/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the new feeling that is in our home. It’s weird to say, but I kind of can’t remember how it used to be without Preston at home. I love it how much love a cute little bundle of joy can bring in the family :)&lt;br /&gt;And of course poor Phoenix. He used to be the kid in the family for 5 long years. He used to get all the love, attention and affection from (especially) daddy and mommy. Mommy has been very mean to him since Preston came home. He still loves mommy though and wonders why mommy changed with him. I don’t even know why I changed towards Phoenix when I had Preston. I didn’t want Phoenix to be near Preston and I didn’t even want him to be around me. I don’t know if it was b/c I wanted to make sure he was going to be good with Preston or what... I have NOOOO right to complain not even one bit about the way he has been with Preston. I knew he would be great with him, he is a very good dog, but I’m impressed at how good he has been. I thought for sure he would take all of Preston’s toys and play with them since for the last 5 years everything that was in the ground was his toy. I’m surprised and wonder how he can tell the difference between his toys and Preston’s. (since we give Phoenix plush animals to play with too) He has never grabbed one of Preston’s toys and started playing with it. The only thing that he can’t help himself, is every once in a while he gives Preston kisses in the face. Even though he knows that's a No No and mommy gets mad, he does it any chance he gets :) Now that Preston is older, he grabs, crawls all over him, pinches Phoenix and Phoenix just sits there letting him do whatever. To be honest I’m a bit jealous of Phoenix. Preston LOVES, LOVES, LOVES Phoenix. When Phoenix is around, mommy and daddy do not exist anymore. He gets so excited, smiles/laughs/talks to him and is the best/funniest toy he has. I’m thankful for the good boy Phoenix is and even though we do have him b/c of Jesse, I can’t help but love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-30.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2810246167504082224&amp;amp;site=widget-30.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167504082224&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p1/2810246167504082224/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167504082224&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p2/2810246167504082224/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... trying to squeeze 6 months in one blog posting, for sure it will be a long one. I’m sure I’ve forgotten things here and there, but the most important thing is that we LOVE being parents. Growing up we all dream about our own family one day and now that I do have mine, I sit back and wonder sometimes, if all of this is true. I look at Preston and can’t believe he is mine. I was the "child" in the family before and now I have my own. It’s amazing how life works. I have mixed feelings about it all. In a way I’m glad we waited as long as we did, but still wished we had Preston earlier. Babies truly are angels that bring a piece of heaven in a family. Because of my Beautiful family I love my life more than ever now and I feel so complete and full of love.&lt;br /&gt;We are more than great full for everything we have been blessed with. We for sure don’t take for granted the opportunity to be parents and most of all that Preston is a healthy boy :)&lt;br /&gt;(did i say enough the word "LOVE" in this post??? :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327928004275918354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SfCaSpO41hI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kZDNvAmVmN8/s320/GetAttachment%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ha ha ha... I thought of sharing this funny thing Jesse tells me over and over. He keeps taking all the credit when it comes to Preston. He says that he is the one who "&lt;em&gt;created&lt;/em&gt;" him. He had the "&lt;em&gt;special ingredient&lt;/em&gt;" to make him and i was just the oven to bake him :) He keeps comparing it with the brownie mix. "&lt;em&gt;Would you be able to make brownies without the brownie mix&lt;/em&gt;?" - he asks me. "&lt;em&gt;I had the "brownie mix" and you had the oven to bake it&lt;/em&gt;" - he tells me. Or... "&lt;em&gt;I was the chicken sitting on top of the egg&lt;/em&gt;". He kisses me and tells me: "&lt;em&gt;Thanks for taking such good care of my egg zhema :)&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;Of course he is joking, but for some reason I feel like women have most of the credit for making the babies. Everything gets created inside them from beginning to end for heaven’s sakes. All guys do is have fun for 1 night, how do they get half of the credit for it???? Not fair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-8500505942353919051?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8500505942353919051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=8500505942353919051' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/8500505942353919051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/8500505942353919051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-beba-is-6-months-old-today.html' title='My Beba is 6 months old today :)'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SfCXD7F9NeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GJTonQyzxO8/s72-c/100_5659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-293013287219701714</id><published>2009-03-04T22:30:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:45:31.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309954623784344962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SbC_mNQb3YI/AAAAAAAAAYs/aeEoVvhHpvI/s320/mesnick-melissa-b_0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was looking forward on posting about this, but the way it ended i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even feel like it at all. Me and some of my girlfriends from my ward had been planing on watching the final episode of the show 'The Bachelor" together at my house and we were so excited about it and could not wait to see all the "Deanna drama". Little did we know, Deanna was nothing compare to the real drama. I was planing on taking some pictures after the show when we were all happy with the ending and enjoying some chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fondue&lt;/span&gt;, but that's not what happened. We were all pissed at the end and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even think of taking pictures. The only picture i got was this silly picture of the stuff i prepared, before the girls came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If a bunch of girls get together, it better be some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; around :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309954776451105842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SbC_vF_BxDI/AAAAAAAAAY0/BEj8xqcrKZY/s200/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We all went from liking Jason, to hating Jason. Melissa and him were SO cute together. OK, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; work out, BUT what he did to her SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;publicly&lt;/span&gt; was horrible!!! Here he was complaining to Deanna for letting him get on one knee and almost proposing to her... when he goes and does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; 100 times worse to Melissa. Poor girl. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; saying during the show how she has been "the dumpy" on all her relationships and trusting Jason (thinking he is the nice guy we all saw on TV) thinking he will never do that to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure whoever saw the show knows what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; talking about. I TOTALLY felt like most of whatever happened was scripted. Especially the Deanna part and the "Molly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know anything about Jason wanting her back" part. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; nice try on trying to fool people. I've watched all "The Bachelor" and "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bachelorette&lt;/span&gt;" shows, except when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Charley&lt;/span&gt; was the Bachelor. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if i can watch Jillian being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; though. Not a big fan of hers. I have NO idea how she was in the final 3 after her stupid hod dog theory and now she gets to be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is such a dumb post and the show is kinda stupid...i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; done watching it. Jesse will be one happy man. He cant stand the show!!! He used to watch it with me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; i would give him back scratch, but after a while no way he would watch it even if i gave him 10 hrs of back scratch. He kept saying how he will gladly watch it, if one of those stupid girls would say : "NO i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want the rose!!!" After the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;show, he&lt;/span&gt; would ask me if anyone said NO to the rose :) Jesse especially hates the show, because after each episode i would tell him how i wish he was a little more romantic. Ha ha ha... maybe that's why ONLY 1 couple has lasted, because reality is not like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; it was such a bad ending, it was still fun hanging out with the girls and watching it with them. Thank you girls for coming over. I wish it was a better ending. We need to find a better show now to watch together :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-293013287219701714?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/293013287219701714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=293013287219701714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/293013287219701714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/293013287219701714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2009/03/bachelor.html' title='The Bachelor!'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SbC_mNQb3YI/AAAAAAAAAYs/aeEoVvhHpvI/s72-c/mesnick-melissa-b_0%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-144280625365572032</id><published>2009-02-23T22:28:00.020-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:07:30.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being bigger is so much more fun :)</title><content type='html'>Our cute little Preston is almost 6 months now and he is having so much fun with all the new things he is able to do now. Here are some random pictures and a video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Has been more then a month that i sit all by my self and i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; it :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307595487399619618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/Sahd-ZXrrCI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gmV0PdNtTXc/s320/IMG_0065-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307595645976748242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SaheHoHaoNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/t5eeK20Q484/s320/IMG_0180-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the last 3 weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; notice that we have something SO Cool in the house. His name is Phoenix. When i see him, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care about anyone or anything. I just want to play, touch and stare at Phoenix. How did i miss him all this time, he is the best toy and entertainment i have :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307596158539521842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/Saheldj53zI/AAAAAAAAAX0/aSOl7RzE-5g/s320/IMG_0194-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now i get to play with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bigger&lt;/span&gt; and better toys. I especially want to put ALL of them in my mouth. Everything that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of me :) I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why i look so surprised in this photos?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SahedgLHgLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9p1DWZTraSM/s1600-h/IMG_0127-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307596021801910450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SahedgLHgLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9p1DWZTraSM/s320/IMG_0127-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307605242567959842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/Sahm2ONDpSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/eMboUH2DJ3Q/s320/IMG_0124-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307595813462458002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SaheRYDHvpI/AAAAAAAAAXc/98il1eUS5lg/s320/IMG_0122-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got the sitting by my self down, daddy is trying really hard to train me to crawl. Gosh that is SO hard and i think is a bit early for me, BUT daddy spends so much time trying to teach me, so i try really hard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307596396273921250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SahezTMM7OI/AAAAAAAAAYE/AoN0OeG-NJw/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307596495457606914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/Sahe5Erb3QI/AAAAAAAAAYM/2W_Oo9kYOSA/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i try for a while to crawl and i cant, i just pretend like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; flying. It's a lot easier :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307596286594930210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/Sahes6msViI/AAAAAAAAAX8/sYcKm8qipIY/s320/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh, trying to crawl is a real work out. I just get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307596589921924754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/Sahe-kle9pI/AAAAAAAAAYU/LLOsoaGpsIw/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is a video of my favorite thing of ALL. If ti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; for daddy getting tired, i could do this all day long. One other thing that i LOVE, is jumping. I think i lost 1-2 pounds by doing it SO much :) So hopefully next time i go to the doctors i will be on the 98% tile, not in the 100% :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-afcf039d3797904e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dafcf039d3797904e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330423452%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CC1A539D35637A01075CCD9209A0A1806CC7FE5.3436253075CF820BC2007D4067E7BF977B8D337A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dafcf039d3797904e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHoB68KZ-k4LsXWTxa9JK9Rq61X8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dafcf039d3797904e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330423452%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CC1A539D35637A01075CCD9209A0A1806CC7FE5.3436253075CF820BC2007D4067E7BF977B8D337A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dafcf039d3797904e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHoB68KZ-k4LsXWTxa9JK9Rq61X8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;(Sorry im so lound in the video. Next time i better whisper, being so close to the video camera :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-144280625365572032?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=afcf039d3797904e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/144280625365572032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=144280625365572032' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/144280625365572032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/144280625365572032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-bigger-is-so-much-more-fun.html' title='Being bigger is so much more fun :)'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/Sahd-ZXrrCI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gmV0PdNtTXc/s72-c/IMG_0065-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-6530684402668101180</id><published>2009-02-23T22:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:03:37.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SaSYz3RM-0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/elK6er3xulQ/s1600-h/can_t_live_can_t_breathe_confession_album%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306534277726141250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SaSYz3RM-0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/elK6er3xulQ/s200/can_t_live_can_t_breathe_confession_album%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dearest blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to be honest and tell you that... I've been cheating!!! There is this other network called Face Book and I just "hang out" with it one time and I could not stop seeing it. I was having so much fun with it and enjoying it SO much, that I totally forgot about you for a long time. I'm truly sorry :( !!! The whole time I was feeling guilty for cheating on you and not being faithful to you, but I just could not resist FB. FB it's SO much fun and "knows" the same friends as I do, so is a blast hanging out with it. I’m sorry to tell you that I was having a lot more fun with FB than with you. BUT... I’ve decided to come back and try to be faithful to you once again. I will try to hang out with you more often :) I just CANT stop seeing FB though. I have to see you guys both at the same time. Sorry if that bothers you. I know you were "my first love" but FB has won my heart lately and I only had time for it. Please don’t be jealous of FB. FB is really nice and not jealous of you :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I want to make thing better now and try to see you more often. Hope we can get back together like before and "hang out" as much as we can. I’m looking forward on having a blast with you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours,&lt;br /&gt;E-lo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-6530684402668101180?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6530684402668101180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=6530684402668101180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/6530684402668101180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/6530684402668101180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2009/02/confession.html' title='Confession...'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SaSYz3RM-0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/elK6er3xulQ/s72-c/can_t_live_can_t_breathe_confession_album%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-5957554314729305161</id><published>2009-02-15T23:30:00.026-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:55:06.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Even though both Jesse and i feel like "Valentines Day" it is just a comercial day for bussines to make money, we still try to do something little for eachother. We just feel like anyone can celebrate V-Day any day of the year, any time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...it was a very nice, fun and simple V-Day. Eventhough i made Jesse a yummy breakfast with all my love (like i always do:), it wasnt as special as what Jesse did for me.&lt;br /&gt;Jesse wanted french toast for breakfast, so i did all of them in heart shape. With melted chocolate i wrote around the plate "&lt;em&gt;Happy V-Day, I Love U&lt;/em&gt;" and tryed to decorate it nice. I'm upset i didnt take a picture of it. I was trying to finishit up before Jesse came in from shoveling the snow outside and i barely finished before he walked in the door. I gave it to him and we started chatting, so i forgot all about the picture. I love making french toast w/a little vanilla. It makes the house smell so yumm :)&lt;br /&gt;After bereakfast i had to run to the store and buy a few things. When i came back, i found a red envelope on top of the counter, written on it "ZHEMA IME". I opened up and LOVED the card i saw. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SZkjGdGmxUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/P_wRhy6FtcE/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303308630003991874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SZkjGdGmxUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/P_wRhy6FtcE/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesse wrote on the card:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is one reason why i Love Zhema. But why else do i love zhema?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SZkjOHeU6PI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-fKfLW5-Xxo/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303308761636858098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SZkjOHeU6PI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-fKfLW5-Xxo/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is true though. Jesse and i are different in a lot of things, but i could not see my self being married and loving anyone else but him. He tryly is the LOVE of my life.&lt;br /&gt;So i thought he wanted me to start guessing and telling him: why else??? After a few guesses he told me that i will find out through out the day. Hmmmm... ok :) I walked in our bedroom to go and take a shower and there i see a rose inside "The Book of Mormon" on my night stand dror. I go to take it and i see a sticky note on it saying: "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because she wants to spend FOREVER with me!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ohhhhhh... sweet. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303295954046462130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SZkXkne0qLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/XpWRqC9gtsk/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I go and kiss him and say thank you and as i walk to the shower i see another one by my side of the sink in our bathroom. It sayed:"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because she is too Bukur!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" ("&lt;em&gt;Bukur&lt;/em&gt;" means "&lt;em&gt;Beautiful&lt;/em&gt;" in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Albanian&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303296100062554514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SZkXtHbxaZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BN41hJhc-fI/s320/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So i go and kiss him again and he tells me that i need to keep looking for 3 more. I forgot all about the shower and started looking around the house. I go upstairs and see another rose inside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Preston's&lt;/span&gt; crib saying: "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because she is the best mom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303296459429812194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SZkYCCLml-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/oZstmgGCKDI/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I found another one in our bedroom inside our bed saying: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because she gives me the good back scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!" &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303296230266579506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SZkX0se1KjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/V9AEPoeGK3U/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The long thing in the picture is what i use to scratch his back sometimes when we read or chill in bed before we go to sleep. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fricken&lt;/span&gt; LOVES back scratch. I think he likes it more than... you know... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; when i first saw the rose on top of our bed i though he would say: Because i give him the good Lovin!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, sorry... too many details :)&lt;br /&gt;The last one was hard to find. I did guess it, but i could not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;find&lt;/span&gt; the rose. He put it inside our oven, saying: "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because she cooks me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303296600241135170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SZkYKOvo3kI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CCrQH4NLt3E/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I Know that sounds weird, but he is saying it in a funny way. Has been like this from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; when we got married. If i translate word by word from Albanian to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; i would say it like that. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sounds&lt;/span&gt; like i will cook Jesse... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...but in Albanian it makes perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt;. We know it means to cook something FOR you. So since when we were first married i was asking him: "Do you want me to cook you" and he never corrected me for the longest time but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; laughing about it and saying: Yes, cook me please ;). Until after a while he told me why it was funny to him.&lt;br /&gt;I was like a happy little kid in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; time, running around the house trying to find the roses. It really touched me and i was SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;impressed&lt;/span&gt; by my sweet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;thoughtful&lt;/span&gt; Jesse. He has done something similar like this a few years ago, where he wrote on a card top 10 reasons why he loves me. So this times he had to write 5 different reasons. He repeated the " Beautiful" reason though and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; OK with that :) He is a very private person when it comes to showing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;affection&lt;/span&gt; in public. He wants to leave thing like that for at home only. He truly is a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;, loving, kind and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;thoughtful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;. I mostly love him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he has a very sweet and forgiving heart. He is SO patient with me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for it. I LOVE you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Zhema&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ime&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;We had plans to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; for dinner, but since it was snowing non stop we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt; instead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; as we went out the weather got clear s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;kye&lt;/span&gt; and sunshine, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;oh &lt;/span&gt;well we still stayed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt;. The shortest wait was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Iggys&lt;/span&gt; restaurant, so that's where we went. We love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Iggys&lt;/span&gt;, so that was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303296725039317906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SZkYRfp2A5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/g568KyYQO8I/s320/100_6431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had stake conference this weekend so we had to go after dinner and attend that till 8:30 and after we went with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;neighbors&lt;/span&gt; to "Red Mango" for a yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;frozen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt; treat. We chatted by the fireplace for about an hour and half or so and had a fun time there. We love our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;neighbors&lt;/span&gt;, they are so fun :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303296843469431858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SZkYYY1yJDI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ezLNJ8PSHCc/s320/100_6447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thank you SO much mom and dad for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;babysitting&lt;/span&gt; Preston the whole time we were out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-5957554314729305161?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5957554314729305161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=5957554314729305161' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/5957554314729305161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/5957554314729305161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day!!!'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SZkjGdGmxUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/P_wRhy6FtcE/s72-c/IMG_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-6986336938814500872</id><published>2009-01-02T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:13:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY NeW yEaR eVeRyOnE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2810246167499314136&amp;amp;site=widget-d8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167499314136&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/p1/2810246167499314136/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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We have 5 months difference in age and back home that's a NO NO. Bad girls do that. Good thing we didn't meet back home and we live here now :)&lt;br /&gt;All he wanted to do for his b-day was to get together w/friends and watch the UFC fight again, for the second time in a row on his b-day. He L&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;S UFC. He is pretty low maintenence. When i asked him what kind of cake he would like, he said &lt;em&gt;Cupcakes&lt;/em&gt;. Huh?? Really? He loves ice cream cakes from Dairy Queen or Cold Stone and that's the answer i was expecting. "&lt;em&gt;Nop, i want cupcakes&lt;/em&gt;"- he said. Great...cupcakes it is!!! (easier for me :)&lt;br /&gt;Every time we've gotten together with friends at our house to watch UFC fights, the kitchen is the &lt;em&gt;girls&lt;/em&gt; area where we chat-eat,chat-eat and chat-eat some more and all the guys chill and watch the game in the living room. The &lt;em&gt;hot topic&lt;/em&gt; for the past few times has been a lot of baby talk, since has been a pregnant women in there each time.&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night and it was nice to start doing the same stuff we used to do before we had Preston. My SUPER sweet mom offered to babysit Preston for the night. It was the first night i actually slept in my bed since when he was born and slept the whole night. Thank you mommy. You are the best mom ever and i love you VERY MUCH :) As nice as it was though, gosh i missed that little stinker tremendously. I slept all night trying to picture his cute little face in my head. It is crazy how attached you can get to your child. I don't enjoy anything without him anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take much pictures though, as we were just chatting the whole time. Jess helped me take some pictures. Thanks Jess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; zHeMa ImE!!! i LoVe YoU :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2810246167497127229&amp;amp;site=widget-3d.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167497127229&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/p1/2810246167497127229/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167497127229&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/p2/2810246167497127229/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167497127229&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/p4/2810246167497127229/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-2186013567094597041?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2186013567094597041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=2186013567094597041' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/2186013567094597041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/2186013567094597041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-b-day-zhema-ime.html' title='HaPpY b-DaY Zhema Ime :)'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-1516922804652560106</id><published>2008-11-12T13:20:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:42:09.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "BIG BOY" :)</title><content type='html'>I've heard it from almost every mother saying "&lt;em&gt;I can’t believe how fast my baby is growing&lt;/em&gt;"... I have mixed emotions about it. Someday I do want these first 6 months to go by fast so we can do more things with Preston and some times I want to stop the time so I can hold, kiss and hug Preston for as long as I want. The more he will grow, the less he will want to just stay in my arms and cuddle for a long time like we do now. I don’t want him to grow too fast and time will come when he will be like: "&lt;em&gt;is not cool for mom to kiss me&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;mom don’t kiss me in front of my friends, that embarrassing&lt;/em&gt;" Anyways... I know I have a long ways to go till then, but I just don’t understand where the time goes. Especially the past 6 weeks, have gone by like days.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took Preston for his 2 month doctor appointment. We took him for his first doc. appointment when he was 2 weeks old and we could not wait for his second one to see his growth rate. He has been growing a lot and does not look like a 2 month old baby. Most people think he is 4 months old. I love it how they have the Growth Chart at the doctors office. Jesse and I were expecting some big percentages at this doctor visit :).&lt;br /&gt;The first thing the nurse said was: "&lt;em&gt;Wow he is a big boy; he does not look like 2 months old&lt;/em&gt;". Yup...we've heard that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268248358690138834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyT-EhCqtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1BVYljSIFKw/s320/100_5935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She did the height and head measurements and I was shocked to see Preston weigh &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.10 lb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;G!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our cute "Chunly monkey", outgrew the scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268255017526880466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyaBqnb6NI/AAAAAAAAAT8/o3_nexe60mw/s320/100_5956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyaMBGv7kI/AAAAAAAAAUE/230_k9XLMDg/s1600-h/100_5958.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He moves SOOOO much constantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyaMBGv7kI/AAAAAAAAAUE/230_k9XLMDg/s1600-h/100_5958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268255195362487874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyaMBGv7kI/AAAAAAAAAUE/230_k9XLMDg/s320/100_5958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyaMBGv7kI/AAAAAAAAAUE/230_k9XLMDg/s1600-h/100_5958.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyaMBGv7kI/AAAAAAAAAUE/230_k9XLMDg/s1600-h/100_5958.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyaMBGv7kI/AAAAAAAAAUE/230_k9XLMDg/s1600-h/100_5958.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyaMBGv7kI/AAAAAAAAAUE/230_k9XLMDg/s1600-h/100_5958.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At his &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; doc. visit (2 wk's old) he was: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.82 lb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That is &lt;strong&gt;1 lb&lt;/strong&gt; more than expected and made him at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;51%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.75 inches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tall, he grew &lt;strong&gt;1.25 inches&lt;/strong&gt; in 2 wk's. His head was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14.76 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; visit he was: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15.10 lb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and that make him at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;98%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; HOLLYYYYY!!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 inches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tall, makes him at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And his head was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16.14 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that makes him at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So everything was &lt;em&gt;above&lt;/em&gt; average.&lt;br /&gt;We all have noticed how much and how fast he is growing. He is turning in to this "&lt;em&gt;chunky monkey&lt;/em&gt;" like daddy calls him. Sometimes we wonder if we should stop feeding him :) He sure loves food and it does show. I feel like the whole neighborhood knows when he "&lt;em&gt;screams at me&lt;/em&gt;" because he is hungry. I don’t dare to let him without food, he acts like I haven’t been feeding him for days. My dad is funny about it, he says: "&lt;em&gt;Well, I don’t blame the little guy. That milk is his bread, meal, fruit, dessert, drink, water... Everything. Of course he will love it and can’t wait to have it&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said that I have good milk and it’s very high in a calorie, that’s why Preston is gaining so much. He also said that he much rather have a healthy chubby kid, than an underweight one. He is growing just fine and is healthy, so there is nothing to worry about. Definitely don’t stop feeding him, he said :) He will get older and loose the extra weight.&lt;br /&gt;Well... I better get some good arm muscles to carry him around I guess. Good thing he is a baby. You can SO get away with those chubby rolls in your legs, beer belly and double chin when you are a baby. That's the only time ppl think that's cute :) Awww… I just can’t get enough kissing and grabbing them :)&lt;br /&gt;Preston got his first shots too and it was so heart breaking to watch. Gosh they do too many at the same time. He got &lt;em&gt;1 oral&lt;/em&gt; first, witch he loved and &lt;em&gt;4 shots&lt;/em&gt; in his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoying his first vacine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268255606819181218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyaj95q0qI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vLNfwZ6bZGo/s320/100_5979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyaj95q0qI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vLNfwZ6bZGo/s1600-h/100_5979.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right as the nurse did his first shot. The look in his eyes was like: What the heck just happened?? &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyanxi6iCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vpNW1DpXQcA/s1600-h/100_5981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268255672221992994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyanxi6iCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vpNW1DpXQcA/s320/100_5981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyanxi6iCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vpNW1DpXQcA/s1600-h/100_5981.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyanxi6iCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vpNW1DpXQcA/s1600-h/100_5981.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhhhh so sad to see him cry so much and cry with tears. I cried after him ;( Im glad my sister told meto give him Tylenol before going to the doctor’s office, because he fell asleep after for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268255734024955186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyarXx45TI/AAAAAAAAAUc/BjiIss2TaYI/s320/100_5982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I went to my moms house after, so I could be with her if Preston was in too much discomfort. Poor guy he woke up after a few hours screaming from pain. He would move his legs and scream and cry. It was so sad that I couldn’t really tell him not to move his legs. I’m so thankful for moms and their old fashioned ways of taking care of pain. She applied some whatever method her grandma taught her and it eased the pain, he didn’t get any burses or hard part where he got the shots either. Nothing, like the nurse told me. Thank you mom for always helping me w/Preston and taking such excellent care of him. We love you :) I was so happy the night was nothing like I expected. Thankfully he slept just fine :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-1516922804652560106?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1516922804652560106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=1516922804652560106' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/1516922804652560106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/1516922804652560106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-big-boy.html' title='Our &quot;BIG BOY&quot; :)'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SRyT-EhCqtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1BVYljSIFKw/s72-c/100_5935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-5685270277261505230</id><published>2008-10-28T22:27:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:00:48.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery</title><content type='html'>Some of you have asked me to post pictures or a video of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Preston's&lt;/span&gt; room. Sorry it took me so long, i finally did it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still not done with it though (i know what am i waiting for, huh...) I need to add some more decor on the walls and put some pictures up. Both, Jesse and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;theme&lt;/span&gt; on his room. Whenever Preston is old enough to understand, he can pick his own. Basketball, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spiderman&lt;/span&gt;... etc whatever he likes.&lt;br /&gt;Jesse came up with the colors and the painting idea. Everything else we picked together. The only thing he would not let me do was drapes. If we have a girl next, i get to put some drapes too :) So i made him choose between drapes and the rug. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad he picked the rug, because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOOOOVE&lt;/span&gt; the rug :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... here it is. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SQ9TRQ-2jgI/AAAAAAAAATo/9RxQiIep02w/s320/100_5886%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little baby is smiling already. During the weekend I noticed Preston’s first smile :) It was the cutes thing ever and I wanted him to do it over and over again. It made my whole day and I would picture that cute smile in my head all weekend long. I wanted Jesse to see him smile too, so bad. Today when he came home for lunch, Preston was in his swing and as Jesse was talking to him he smiled again. "Zhemaaaa he just smiled at me" - Jesse said. Preston smiled again and again, as we were both talking to him and he was cooing too. Ohhhh that was the most precious parenting moment for the both of us. He always smiles while he is sleeping and I adore that, but he smiling at us, is just priceless. There is just nothing more adorable than your baby smiling at you :) It makes every thing so worth it. I just &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-5413953534350678104?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5413953534350678104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=5413953534350678104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/5413953534350678104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/5413953534350678104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/09/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SQ9TRQ-2jgI/AAAAAAAAATo/9RxQiIep02w/s72-c/100_5886%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-1738873298966324916</id><published>2008-09-24T14:18:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:19:16.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES YES YES!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night was the first night Preston slept in his own crib for the WHOLE night :) You have no idea how happy mommy is and Preston is a happy baby too :)&lt;br /&gt;The bassinette thing worked for the first little while, until he started to wake up the moment we would lay him there. On top of that, during the night i was changing his diaper a lot of times worrying about diaper rush, but all i was doing is waking him up a lot. One night i even changed him 5 times, because i thought he would sleep better with a clean diaper. I guess i was tottally wrong. Im thankfull my mom told me not to change his diaper during the night, especially not to whipe his little bum bum with cold wipes :) So since he was fussing in his bussinetter, i just gave up and let him sleep on my chest for like 5 nights straight. I know, i know that is bad, BUT is mostly my fault. From the time i was pregnant i was looking forward to hold him and cuddle with him as much as i could. That is my favorite thing to do. I just cant help it, when they croll like a ball and they are so little, cute and cudely. I loved every min. of those nights that we slept together so close. I could not get enough of it. Plus he and i were sleeping so well and Preston was not fusing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After worrying that he might get too used to it, Sunday night Jesse and i decided to give his crib a try. When we went to his 2 week doc. app. the doc. said we can put him to sleep in his crib now. Well, the first try didnt go too well. He felt asleep 3 times while i was breastfeeding him and after i would put him in his crib, he would wake up after max 20 min. Jesse tried too. He put Preston to sleep 2 times, soothing him in his arms and the same thing would happen. I was so tired and exousted that i could not do it anymore. Jesse took care of Preston for 2 hours while i kinda took a nap. After that i just gave up and just let him sleep on my chest again. He slept for 4 and a half hours, got up to eat and slept some more. The little stinker can sleep just fine when he is cuddeling.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Tuesday night we thought of giving the crib another try and im so glad we did. I gave him a bath, fed him, changed his diaper and while he was still drowsy i layed him in the crib. I keept reading in different books to put babies in their crib while they are still drowsy and let them fall asleep on their own, but i didnt really think that was possible since I was having a hard time making him to sleep in his crib after he was fully asleep. I gave it a try and it worked though :) He was looking around for a while with his eyes half open and finally went to sleep. Yipeeee. I think a bath before bed time helps too. Plus he loves the sound his little "Speel Sheep" makes.&lt;br /&gt;When morning came i could not belive it he slept in his crib the whole night :) I was shouting to Jesse: He did it!!! He did it!!! He did it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im planing on doing the same routine every night around 9PM, until hopefully he will get fully used to that schedule. Wish me luck :) Plus the crib looks so much better with him inside :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S. I alredy miss having him sleep on my chest though :( Is just too cute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-1738873298966324916?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1738873298966324916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=1738873298966324916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/1738873298966324916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/1738873298966324916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-yes-yes.html' title='YES YES YES!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-2414185195861049272</id><published>2008-09-24T14:16:00.041-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:28:16.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESTON MERO WHITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SP5FokOm4mI/AAAAAAAAATA/1yR1m0Wx9Oc/s1600-h/100_5662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259717978037346914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SP5FokOm4mI/AAAAAAAAATA/1yR1m0Wx9Oc/s320/100_5662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preston was born on September 4 at 6:12PM, at the American Fork Hospital. He weighed 7 lb and 11 oz, 19 inches long and was 8 days overdue :)&lt;br /&gt;After all, we had to wait for the day I got scheduled to be induced. The hospital called around 2:30 PM on Wednesday to let me know that we needed to be at the hospital the next day @ 7AM. That’s when the anxiety, excitement, being nervous and scared it all started. I hardly slept that night. I got up at 4AM and started to get ready. After last Saturday experience at the Provo Hospital, I was even wondering if the inducing thing would work. That's all I could think that morning. It felt like I was never going to give birth.&lt;br /&gt;It felt weird when we got to the hospital and they accepted us in and started to get things ready. We had to wait for a half an hour or so for the nice nurse to come. She was way sweet. When she was doing the paperwork and heard me talking to my mom in Albanian she asked where I was from. Surprisingly enough she had been in Albania in 1991 for a while, so we had a lot to talk about it. Also, it was funny when she showed us what the hospital wrote down in the paperwork like I was Hispanic. I guess they just assume things :)&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I got to the hospital I was feeling really warm. I kept asking Jesse and the nurse to turn the AC on. Even though it was as cool as it could go, I could not feel anything. My poor mom had to get a warm blanket from the nurse and Jesse had to put his hoody on,cuz it was freezing. I guess weird things like this comes with pregnancy ;)&lt;br /&gt;The nurse started putting the IV in me around 8AM and shortly after that the Doctor came to break my water. I totally felt the "pop" sound. I was still dilated to a 3 and 90% effaced. No water came out right then, so we thought it will take a little while. The nurse thought that Preston's head was blocking the water from coming down. Anyways... the nurse started putting the potassium and was explaining to me that after my contractions start being 3 min. apart I will dilate 1 cm per hour.&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I was hoping that the anesthesiologist will come at the same time they start to induce me, so I would feel no contractions. He was busy with another patient who was having a C-Section that morning, but the nurse told him to come right after. I was SO happy to see him shortly after the nurse induced me. While he was working on the epidural I kind of felt a few contractions, but I bet they were so mild compare to the real ones. It was cool the way they do the epidural. I had the impression that my legs would be totally numb from it, but it wasn’t like that at all. I could move and feel my legs just fine. They felt like I slept on them a little bit. It was great. I never had to push the button for more epidural.&lt;br /&gt;I stated having contractions regularly right after the epidural. The monitor started beeping and we noticed that Preston's heart beat went way low. From around 140 beats per min. to around 40. That was scary!!! The nurses gave me the oxygen mask and started to move me around and checking things out, until Preston's heart beat went back to normal. We had no idea why that was happening. The nurses told me to lay on my left side and keep the oxygen mask on the whole time. After a little while it happened again. We were wondering what in the heck is going on, but the nurses took care of it once again. When it happened for the third time, 3 nurses came in the room and I could tell they were worried. They removed the heart beat monitor from my belly and put another monitor inside me touching Preston's head, so they could monitor him better. On top of that I had no fluids come out at all after the doctor broke my water. That was kinda strange and it made me worry. How did Preston stay inside me without any fluids? The doctor said that I did have fluids when they did the ultrasound, so she was sure the baby was ok and had no idea where it all went. They decided to put some fluids in me, to protect the baby, so I had a huge bag of fluids, IV and another thing not sure what, all going inside me. Holly crap, my feet and hands and face got all swollen. I kept telling Jesse and my mom that I feel like I have "Shrek" feet and hands. Anyways... we were worried about Preston's heart beat more than anything. I could not lay on my right side, because that made his heart rate go even lower. So for the 10 hours of my labor I was laying on my left side the whole time. My leg was COMPLETELY numb. On the other hand my blood pressure was getting really low and I was shaking. They had to put a medicine in my IV twice during labor to make my blood pressure go to normal. I was feeling so weak and out of this world b/c of my blood pressure being so low. I was wondering how in the world I would have any energy to push. Thank goodness by adding more drugs in my IV they got my blood pressure under control. I was a drug addicts that day.&lt;br /&gt;Preston's heart beat got low again and they figured out that every time I was having strong contractions his heart rate will go down. So they had to shut down the potassium and give me a shot to make my body stop having ANY contractions,that was being way hard on Preston. In the mean time the doctor was there and was thinking of C-Section. They even brought out stuff for Jesse to wear in the surgery room. The doctor told us that if Preston's HB doesn’t go normal in the next 2 min. I will have a C-Section. Thank goodness that didn’t happen.&lt;br /&gt;I was dilated fully after 6 hours, but they didn’t want me to start pushing until they figured out the whole situation with Preston's HB. Plus he wasn’t as low as he should have been, so they were hoping the fluids that they put inside me would help him drop some more. So for the other 4 hrs of labor we had to wait for Preston to come down a little bit more and for his HB to be stabilized.&lt;br /&gt;For the second time the doc. was really close to decide on doing a C-Section, because everything what was going on was too hard on Preston and he was getting overtired. Again, thank goodness she decided not to. She went to deliver another baby in the mean time and said that after it, it will be my turn to start pushing and get this baby out of me :)&lt;br /&gt;We took our laptop with us and thanks to SKYPE we called my sister in Toronto, CA so she could feel like she was there too :) Every time I thought about having a baby, I pictured my mom and sister there, so I was so glad she was a part of it too (through the camera) She was able to see the whole delivery and after Preston was born. That was way cool, thanks to the great technology we have now days :)&lt;br /&gt;After waiting and waiting, around 5;30PM the nurses started getting things ready for me to push. They kept saying how this baby has had enough and he is tired now, he needs to come out. My poor little Preston :( :( Doctor Smith was explaining to me how she will use the "4 sep" method to deliver Preston, because it will be dangerous for me to push Preston all the way out on my own, since he has been having this many HB problems so far. I pushed for about 25 min. The nurses were super nice and helpful through the whole delivery process. I really liked all of them. Jesse didn’t really want to see anything, so he just stayed by my head rubbing my hear and holding my hand. It was funny cuz he was giving me the looks like: Ohhhh poor you zhema. Once Preston's head was a little out, Doctor Smith told me to stop pushing and started using the 4 sep method. Shortly after that my babylicious Preston was out and of course my mom and I started balling. They did put him on my stomach for a min. and we could so tell he had a hard time during labor. Poor guy was like purplish-blue. They had to take him from me to rub him and make him cry more, cuz he wasn’t really crying much. While the doctor was stitching me up, they did the normal routine with Preston and after that my VERY favorite moment came. I could not wait to do the skin to skin with Preston. I was amazed at how nature works and how God created things. He had his mouth open and wanted some boob right away. How do they know?? How do they know how to suck right away too?? I was SO HAPPY that he latched on just fine and I was able to breast feed him for a bit. I loved every min. of it. The nurses had to take him down to the nursery to give him a bath and do whatever they do in there. Jesse went with him and recorded the whole thing, so I could see his first bath and other stuff they did there, too. When i saw the video, I heard the nurses say "He looks like he was overdue,looking at his skin" When i didnt go in labor on my own i wondered if they got my due date wrong, but i guess not. He really was overdue.&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for my epidural to wear off, before going to our hospital room. Well, after 2 hours I was still as numb as in the beginning. I wanted to just go and see Preston again, so bad. By now all the nurses that helped me before were gone and there were some new ones. Finally after I asked the new nurse 10 times "Can I go to my room now...?", she realized that the other nurses left my epidural still running, that’s why I was still numb. Ohhhh great...She just had to let me go with my IV still in me and they had to give me a ride while I was still lying on the bed, to the other floor.&lt;br /&gt;By then it was around 9PM and both of our families where all there to see little Preston.&lt;br /&gt;The night was a little rough and just because I was so excited I could not sleep. I just kept staring at Preston all night long. On top of that my stupid blood pressure was still low and I wasn’t feeling my self at all. The nurse had to keep the IV on me a lot longer. By midnight I was so glad they forgot to turn off my epidural, cuz once it run off OMG I could fricken feel all the stitches and that wasn’t fun at all. I was so thankful for the sweet nurse on call that night. Bless their hearts what for what they do. She basically was my mom for that night. As embarrassing as it was I had to go to the bathroom with her so she could see how things were and after that they could remove the IV from me. I was so glad she did come with me at the end, because I totally passed out in the bathroom. I hated that night. I could not wait to feel my self again. After they drugged me up some more towards the morning I was fine. I didn’t send Preston to nursery at all, except when they had to take him for check ups etc. Jesse spend the night with us sleeping on the "not so comfortable" bed beside me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy and Preston chillin in bed the morning of the second day in the hospital :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258367350606177346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SPl5Ps9kpEI/AAAAAAAAASg/gyHHPr1N4nM/s320/100_5160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The next day went by really fast. Family, friends and coworkers came to visit and that was fun. The pediatrician stopped by too and we were glad to hear that Preston is a healthy little boy :) He suggested doing the circumcision while Preston is still in the hospital, instead of waiting 1 week. Ohhhhhh poor little thing, how sad :( Neither Jesse nor I wanted to go and watch it. I was dying inside from feeling so bad. I waited a little bit and walked to nursery to see what was going on. The doctor was done and he said that Preston cried for a little bit in the beginning and he felt asleep half the way through. When I went to see him the nurses were doing his hearing test. I was glad to see him sleeping instead of crying hysterically. Honesty, circumcising is " Crime against little baby boys" How sad they had to go though such painful thing on their first day of life :( "Welcome to the world little boy. Let me take a good chunk out of the most sensitive part of your body. That will be lots of fun" It was so painful to see it when I changed his diaper. OMG that looked awful. I had decided not to give him a binky, but I gave up then, seeing him in so much pain and discomfort. Plus from the moment he came out, he was sucking his fingers a LOT. He loves his binky, there is no way I could keep it way from him.&lt;br /&gt;Breastfeeding was going fine still; I just wasn’t as relaxed and felt very stiff. I guess I was nervous too. I loved holding Preston though. I swear they are little angels sent from heaven. He would smile in his sleep and I could not get enough of it. I thought that was the most precious thing ever. When he was awake he kept looking around like he was following smth, so I bet they do see angels around them. Looking at his precious face all night was so much better than sleep :) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SP6qt0qTnqI/AAAAAAAAATI/yyLh4dSqxiY/s1600-h/100_5207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259829119022243490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SP6qt0qTnqI/AAAAAAAAATI/yyLh4dSqxiY/s320/100_5207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SP6q19lvAaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qB3OLCnVfeY/s1600-h/100_5229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259829258857939362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SP6q19lvAaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qB3OLCnVfeY/s320/100_5229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SP6q19lvAaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qB3OLCnVfeY/s1600-h/100_5229.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SP6q19lvAaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qB3OLCnVfeY/s1600-h/100_5229.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SP6q19lvAaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qB3OLCnVfeY/s1600-h/100_5229.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we wanted to leave the hospital as soon as we could. So after the nurse did the final paperwork, we were out of there at about noon. I have to say, I was very pleased with all the nurses there. I have such better appreciation for them and for what they do, now.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Preston in his car seat made us laugh. This tinny little thing chilling in this big car seat, being all serious.&lt;br /&gt;We came home and introduced Preston to his new home, his bedroom and to Phoenix. Jesse had brought a dirty diaper form the hospital for Phoenix to smell, the day before. I read that somewhere in a magazine and though it was a great idea to kind of prepare Phoenix with the new arrival. Phoenix did great :)&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of all this we were VERY thankful to Heavenly Father for watching over Preston and blessing all of us. No matter how much people want smth and pray for it, he knows best. That’s for sure!!! The nurses and the doc. were saying "how lucky I was to be induced and not go in labor on my own where no one could monitor and do smth about Preston's heart beat". I wasn't going to have any clue about his low heart rate while having contractions at home. So looking back now we know why nothing that we tried worked. The doctor said it right: "Is like playing with fire..." We are VERY thankful to Heavenly Father for answering prayers in the best way for us. For blessing us with a perfectly healthy little boy. Most of all we are SO thankful for being blessed with a little angel at home and having the opportunity to become parents :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-2414185195861049272?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2414185195861049272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=2414185195861049272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/2414185195861049272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/2414185195861049272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/09/preston-mero-white.html' title='PRESTON MERO WHITE'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SP5FokOm4mI/AAAAAAAAATA/1yR1m0Wx9Oc/s72-c/100_5662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-4034026025053607169</id><published>2008-09-02T14:54:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:54:45.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We tried...</title><content type='html'>Well … the long Labor Day weekend it was Long!!! I’m still pregnant and No Preston yet. Jesse has wanted to just go and show up at the hospital for a week now, so finally Friday we decided to go and try it. We went out to dinner with friends and thought of going at midnight or around 4-5 am. Hoping that will make it look like we were having a bad night and make the labor look more real. I was so mad that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t have any contractions at all and felt dumb just going there without any pain. I had a great night sleep so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t even bother to get up early and go, since I had NO contractions AT ALL too. Saturday we kept saying we’ll go now… latter… latter… until finally around 4 PM we got all ready, hospital bag and everything in the car and headed to the Utah Valley Hospital. I told Jesse before and I kept telling him the whole way to the hospital that they have a monitor that can see IF I’m in labor and if I have contractions at all. There is no way to even try to fake it. “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how do they know if you are in pain or no?”- he kept saying. He was funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he was pinching my arm and was asking me if they will be able to tell if it hurts or no. Anyways, we did all the paperwork at the admitting desk and went upstairs to the labor delivery room. That hospital is actually really nice. The view from the delivery room was gorgeous. Even though I felt so dumb going there knowing so well I was not in labor, actually getting in to the gown, delivery bed etc it felt so much like the real thing. So the nurse comes, puts the straps on my belly, 1 for the baby’s heart beat and of course 1 to see if I had any contractions :) I was glad to hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Prestons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; heart beat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t moving as much that day. The nurse did her thing, asked her questions… totally getting it that I was not in labor. Even still she was playing along with us and wanted to make sure that Preston was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too. Gosh it is really hard to fake labor, especially not being through it before. For the ones who know what I’m talking about, the blue line in the monitor was freaking straight and no movement at all. I guess I had a tinny little contraction in the 30 min. of monitoring, but the nurse said is nothing really. She left the room and Jesse and I were looking at each other like: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yeahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... nice try, we will go home. The nurse told me to turn on my side so the baby will move more and when I moved we saw that the blue line (the contractions line) moved up too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;… The min. the nurse left the room Jesse was like: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Zhema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, flex your stomach. That will make the line go up and make it look like contractions. So here I am flexing my stomach and getting all excited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the blue like was going crazy. We were laughing at it too, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we thought we found the trick to make it work. So me laughing would make the blue line go even more crazy. Ha!!!! Little did we know that the nurse was having the last laugh. I guess they monitor all their patients from another room and she could tell so clearly what we were trying to do. After 20 min. of flexing my stomach, laughing w/Jesse and looking at the monitor changing, the nurse comes. Well guys, sorry to tell you but we can’t keep you here. You are not in labor!!! The baby is doing great, his heart beat is fine and he is getting enough oxygen. Things look great.&lt;br /&gt;We were like… WHAT??? I asked her to look at the blue line with the up and down graphic and all the writing that the computer did. She was like: Yeah… that is from you moving and the wring in the computer is me, making notes from the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Oppppsssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; busted!!!! She was nice about it though and kept apologizing that we could not stay and that they can’t induce me until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at least 1 week overdue. If I go in labor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more than welcome to come back, but they cant induce me even if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1 wk. overdue since my doctor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t have any rights in that hospital. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stuck w/the AF hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we tried and it was actually a good practice :) I was happy to hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Prestons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; heart beat for a while, even though it sounded like a horse was running inside me. So 1 hr latter we left the hospital just the same way we went in :(  with a piece of paper in our hand saying: "&lt;em&gt;Come into labor and delivery if you have&lt;/em&gt;": ..... (naming all the stuff that goes on in a REAL labor) The nurse said that it’s actually not the baby’s fault that I haven’t had him yet, it is my body not knowing what to do, since is my first time. So that’s all Jesse had to hear and he is done blaming Preston or asking me if HE will decide to come today, day after day. He keeps asking ME if I will decide to have him today and how he feels bad blaming Preston all this time. So I will just let Jesse have the next baby and see how HIS body will act to it :) That will be so great if we can switch, huh?&lt;br /&gt;We were really hoping to have him by this long weekend, so that was a bummer and made the weekend feel so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I’m getting induced Thursday :) so no more wondering WHEN??? I’m actually glad that is all planed now and by the way that I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been feeling, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t look like I will have him earlier than Thursday. No contractions, no pain at all. So Thursday is the LUCKY DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I came to work today… again and told the girls my Saturday “Feaking Labor” story. We had a good laugh about it and it was fun to see everyone again, since this will really be my last day. The girl that works at the Utah Valley Hospital was telling me how the nurse probably was laughing at me flexing my stomach, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they can tell everything from the other room. Well… she was the one who gave us the idea to just go and show up, but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t tell me all the stuff behind it. Nice Crystal. She will ask the nurse about us when she goes to work and I cant wait to hear what she says :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; well it was fun and like I said a good practice for us. Now we are ready for the real thing. Wish me luck with the inducing part. Hopefully I don’t have a super long labor. I’m getting nervous now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh… one more thing we tried Friday night on our usual walk was “Curb Walking” &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Jesse's&lt;/span&gt; friend Brock said, that should make me go in labor. I don’t know how many of my neighbors saw me do that kinda walk, but as stupid as it might look it was tiring. I did it for a good 30 min and made Jesse join me too. It was a good laugh and fun, we felt like kids. Thanks for the tip Brock, but it looks like nothing works for me.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to post again until I can post pictures of my Preston :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-4034026025053607169?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4034026025053607169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=4034026025053607169' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/4034026025053607169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/4034026025053607169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-tried.html' title='We tried...'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-7807193102265864525</id><published>2008-08-27T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:37:44.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Appointment…</title><content type='html'>We were looking forward to this doctor’s visit hoping to get an answer, but not really. It was just like any other visit and a little disappointing. Jesse and I both asked her if she can induce me sometime this week. This weekend would have been perfect for Jesse, his and my parents since is the long weekend. I guess the hospital rule is that they will not induce you unless you are 7 days overdue. Plus on the days that she will be on call this week, she has scheduled the max of ppl she can induce in one day. Anyways… Jesse and I tried, but it went no where.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said that I am 3 cm dilated and 90% faced. So close, huh? And she is surprised I didn’t have him last week (so are we…) She said that I should have him on my own this week, but you never know. We thought of just going to the hospital and asking for the doctor on call that day to induce me, but im not sure about that. My friend that works at Utah Valley Hospital said that a lot of ppl do it.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I was down the whole day yesterday and a bit today too. I mean… is fine that I didn’t have him by the “Due Date”. It’s all a guess anyways, but for some reason I thought we would have him before the Due Date and im just getting a bit impatient. Jesse being super impatient doesn’t help too. I’m so thankful that on top of that im not miserable. I can be pregnant for another month for all I care, just let me see my little Preston. I cant wait to see if he is ok and things are fine etc etc. I keep worrying.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways… sorry, I had to write and let it out, because im just not happy today. I know he will come very soon and all of this complaining was for nothing. Hopefully I will go in labor on my own this weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;What do I do with the “Baby Ticker “ now? Do they have an overdue one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-7807193102265864525?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7807193102265864525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=7807193102265864525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/7807193102265864525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/7807193102265864525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/08/doctor-appointment.html' title='Doctor Appointment…'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-3615976640050959083</id><published>2008-08-24T14:37:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T05:23:02.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PresTON is the BoSs!!!</title><content type='html'>I know Jesse and I have been acting like Preston has gone overdue this past week and is a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;, but we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; done :) We guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Preston&lt;/span&gt; is the boss now. He will come when he wants to no matter how much we try. After the day i tried the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Raspberry&lt;/span&gt; Leaf Tea" Jesse was reading in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; other ways that help labor. We tried the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; walks, "Getting Freaky" (sorry too much info), one other thing and finally the "Black Cohosh herb". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jesse's&lt;/span&gt; sister took Black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cohosh&lt;/span&gt;, 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wk's&lt;/span&gt; before her due date and she went in labor the same day. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night we went out for an Ice Cream and Jesse wanted to go and buy the Black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cohosh&lt;/span&gt; so i could take it that night. It was 10PM so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have many store choices. We tried Walgreen, Smiths etc. but no luck. Saturday morning Jesse went to "Natural Food" store and got some there. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; really feel like taking it, because i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; guilty acting that way before my due date. Anyways... Jesse played the" Please take it and make me happy" trigger and he got me at "make me happy" I took it around 1pm and stayed active all day by doing house work. By the way, it tasted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;GROSS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ewwwww&lt;/span&gt;... For dinner we went to Cafe Rio and Jesse prepared the Black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Cohosh&lt;/span&gt; and took it w/us. So here i am like a retard trying to drink it while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; to order at Cafe Rio. Jesse totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; that the "Black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Cohosh&lt;/span&gt;" will work and by adding an hour LONG-FAST walk after it, will do it for sure. So here we went in to the longest walk we have gone and it was intense. The best workout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; gotten in a while, i was so tires after it. We went to bed totally thinking this was the real thing. 3 times during the night Jesse asks me the same questions: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Zhema&lt;/span&gt; r u in labor yet? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Nop&lt;/span&gt;... A few hours latter: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Zhema&lt;/span&gt;, how about now? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Nop&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Towards&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Zhema&lt;/span&gt; any signs yet? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Nop&lt;/span&gt;... "He sucks, let him stay there then"- he said.&lt;br /&gt;We are just SO Excited and cant wait, so i guess we'll find out on Tuesday when i have the doc. appointment if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; more or they will induce me.&lt;br /&gt;Good way of showing your parents to be patient Preston :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-3615976640050959083?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3615976640050959083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=3615976640050959083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/3615976640050959083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/3615976640050959083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/08/preston-is-boss.html' title='PresTON is the BoSs!!!'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-334549839714229000</id><published>2008-08-22T15:05:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:44:56.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All ready...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we got “kind of” the last baby purchase for now. We ordered the play yard on line, the ones that come w/a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bassinet&lt;/span&gt; and a changing table so that way we don’t have to buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bassinet&lt;/span&gt; too. It was the first time in our marriage history that Jesse started to put something together the moment we receive it. As much as he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t show much emotion he just can’t wait to see this baby, I think even more than me. He went home for lunch, put the play yard together and placed it in our bedroom. I was so happy to see it when I came home from work. Come on Preston, you can come now honey, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; for sure you will not sleep in the same bed w/us for the first few days till the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bassinet&lt;/span&gt;/play yard came :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of it. Jesse picked this one out and it was better and cheaper than the one I picked. Good job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zhema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237573712732687538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SK-ZirhbDLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/IqbGAxWkW2A/s320/albee-baby_2016_81828150%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;Last night, I decided to might as well put the car seat in my car too. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t sure at all how to do it and what direction to face it. I think and I guess I did it right. What do all you mom's out there think? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237575553189167538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SK-bNzwcQbI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lZo-qcGzhXU/s320/100_5094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was so weird to drive to work with a car seat in the back. It got me all excited looking at it from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rear view&lt;/span&gt; mirror :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, now really everything is ready…. You can find the way out Preston :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-334549839714229000?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/334549839714229000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=334549839714229000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/334549839714229000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/334549839714229000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-ready.html' title='All ready...'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SK-ZirhbDLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/IqbGAxWkW2A/s72-c/albee-baby_2016_81828150%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-8116130231400365701</id><published>2008-08-20T13:55:00.046-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:11:23.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think is so cute…</title><content type='html'>From the time we found out we were having a Baby Boy, my sweet zhema has been “on a mission” to buy cute clothes for Preston :) I didn’t say anything to him or expected him to even be interested this much on buying baby clothes. Well… he has bought 75% of all the clothes we have for Preston and I think is SO DARN CUTE. A couple of times a week I see some new baby clothes on top of the counter. He buys most of them on line and he spends a lot of his time at work looking for them. Every now and than he writes to me on IM at work with a picture of an outfit asking if I like it or no, or if it’s worth the price. He also loves to go and look for stuff at TJ Max, so after work every week or so we make a trip there. I just LOVE it that he actually cares and even makes sure to get the right size for winter or summer. Except for his favorite Leather Jacked that he knew the size he got was going to be for summer time. He just could not resist getting it; even if Preston wears it for a couple of times (maybe… 12 months will be August :) not so much for a leather jacket :) He is obsessed with “Kenneth Cole Collection” brand and lately with Guess too. I love it when he goes up in Prestons room, looks at his clothes to find out what else he needs. Or when he comes home all excited with the new clothes on his hand and shows them to me right away.&lt;br /&gt;Except the fact that I think it is so cute Jesse is so in to this whole thing, it is actually such a nice help for me. I don’t worry when I go to the mall or other stores to look for clothes; Jesse is in charge of it. He has actually been involved in a lot more things than I thought he would and I know for a fact he will be a GREAT dad. I know he will spend a lot of time w/Preston and do lots of fun stuff w/him. He talks about it all the time. This past month, every morning he keeps asking me if I will have him today or if I feel any contractions. Last night he was begging me to take some “raspberry leaf tea’ after he heard it could help w/labor. When I asked him what difference does it make to have him 1 week early anyways, he said: “Well… the sooner he will be older so I can play and have fun with him” He just doesn’t know what to do with newborns and cant wait till Preston is like 6 months and older. Well… the tea didn’t work for me last night so sorry zhema ime, our little boy will come when he wants to come :) Not much longer at all though. Wohooo… we can’t wait.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the cute clothes Jesse has bought. I love his taste and I’d rather him buy them. Good Job zhema ime and thanks for all the help. I love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just some of the clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-02.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2810246167487000322&amp;amp;site=widget-02.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167487000322&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-02.slide.com/p1/2810246167487000322/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167487000322&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-02.slide.com/p2/2810246167487000322/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2810246167487000322&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-02.slide.com/p4/2810246167487000322/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-8116130231400365701?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8116130231400365701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=8116130231400365701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/8116130231400365701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/8116130231400365701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-is-so-cute.html' title='I think is so cute…'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-5780958668711369068</id><published>2008-08-15T14:45:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:41:55.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Exciting day!!!</title><content type='html'>Well… since we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t have a blog when we did the ultrasound to find out what we were having, I’m just going to post about it today :) The place we went to was at South Town Mall, called “Fatal Studio” My friend Nicole referred me to them. We were so happy with that Studio and would refer it to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I can say for sure, that was one of the happiest days of my life. The whole experience was amazing. I remember how excited I was the night before, that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up every hour looking at the clock and waiting for the morning to come. I was around 16 weeks pregnant at that time and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t wait till 21-22 weeks for the ultrasound visit at my doctor’s office. I am SO glad we did, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the ultrasound machine at the doctor was awful compare to the one in the mall. Plus finding out 5 weeks before was so worth the $ :)&lt;br /&gt;Someone had told me that drinking a coke or something like that before the ultrasound will make the baby move even more. I mentioned that to Jesse so on the way to the appointment he stopped at a gas station and got this huge cup with Mountain Dew (loaded w/sugar and caffeine) I know… probably most of you are thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you guys are horrible parents. I guess studies show that you have to drink A LOT of it to harm the baby. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t drink the whole cup and just that made me hyper before going to the doctor’s office, so for sure Preston was hyper enough to entertain us during the ultrasound :)&lt;br /&gt;My parents and Jesse’s mom came with us too. The moment I saw a little tiny baby in that monitor, I finally believed I was pregnant. It was so surreal to me, that he was inside me.&lt;br /&gt;The very first thing he did was &lt;em&gt;waive&lt;/em&gt; at us. I know is hard to believe, but look at the picture, that is a total waive and he kept his hand like that for a good 5 sec. I bet he did that just to say: “Hi mom, do you believe I’m inside you now??? It’s true, trust me :)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234985640867547954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKZntEguSzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AnAdKCf3xq0/s320/E_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I could not stop laughing and talking.&lt;br /&gt;The person who did the ultrasound used to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OBGYN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Doc. in Lithuania, so he was so nice to check a lot more than just the gender. He was checking how the bladder, kidney etc. was functioning and how everything else looked in general. He than said to us: Look at his cute profile” and I made a comment joking: “That looks like a boy profile”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, you are right, 100% he is a boy!!!” – he said. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the room at that moment was so laud at all of us laughing and hugging and getting all excited about it. I could not get enough looking at everyone in the room being SO HAPPY :) I will never forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jesse's&lt;/span&gt; face at that moment. His eyes had sparks and his face was SUPER happy. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t get a picture of him at that moment though, my mom got one at the end of it. Here is Jesse being all cool, he got his boy or like he says: “My ‘&lt;em&gt;little boys&lt;/em&gt;’ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t let me down” &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235146843088538418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKb6URlMyzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OPfIitQeh60/s320/100_5045%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234986263351020418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKZoRTcWS4I/AAAAAAAAANk/CWr-hiENCkM/s320/E_6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jesse didnt really say much during the ultrasound, he just had this sweet smile looking at the monitor with a proud face. The only thing he said was: "So doctor, does he have 10 toes and 10 fingers? Does everything look all right??" I thought that was so cute :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Preston was moving the whole time of the ultrasound and that was weird to me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t feel anything. For a while he kept stretching. Look at the first picture and at the second one you can see how he was stretching and he was doing that back and forth a lot of times. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234986415673279106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKZoaK4zgoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/r5jvzyU04mw/s320/E_8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234986341221650370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKZoV1iJz8I/AAAAAAAAANs/G3A4xqIii1Q/s320/E_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At this picture where the doctor got a good shot of his boy part, he was moving like he was jumping up and down. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234985929651545170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKZn94UMZFI/AAAAAAAAANM/5TSyOi1gXXI/s320/E_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He was such a good entertained through the whole ultrasound. He did something all the time and kept us laughing :)&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end he got tired and I guess start sucking on his finger. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234986527275282578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKZogqoy8JI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gSh1y0c0ppY/s320/E_9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I loved EVERY MIN. of it and I regret it so bad not recording it. We thought that the ultrasound machine at the doctor’s office was going to be fine, so we decided to record that one. At least we got some good pictures of it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234986191454462226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKZoNHm34RI/AAAAAAAAANc/szc3jIwFUSk/s320/E_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jesse's&lt;/span&gt; mom, my mom and I, we all thought it was going to be a girl. My dad wanted to be a Boy and Jesse was for sure it was a Boy. He always used to tell me how sure he is that we are having a Boy, since the first month I was pregnant. Even though I thought it was a girl and wanted a little girl so bad, a month before the ultrasound (3 months along) I just woke up one morning saying to my self: I think is a BOY!!! I thought it was going to take me a long while to get used to the idea of me having a Baby Boy. Well… I was so wrong because the moment I heard: He is a BOY!!! I never thought of me wanting to have a girl and felt in love with him right away. I look at little boys now so much differently and think they are so cute. Me wanting to have a baby girl???? Don’t think so…. Boys are great and I can’t wait to have my Baby Boy :)&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture we took after the ultrasound. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesse &amp;amp; I trying to explain through the picture the gender of the baby :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235146695302487394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKb6LrCQnWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9liCrTvwB3M/s400/100_5050%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the ultrasound, we all went to USA Baby to look for a crib and other stuff. We got some good ideas from that store and we decided on the crib that we want to get. Since then has been nothing but baby shopping :) A few weeks latter we made our first baby purchase; Stroller and car seat. We ordered on line and was going to be shipped at Jesse’s office. I was so excited to see it and kept telling Jesse to let me know as soon as he got them. Instead what does he do?? He loads them to his truck, drives to my work and puts them right on my desk. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t there at the time and when I was going back, my boss tells me: I saw Jesse holding these big boxes in. I was like: What??? When I saw them I could not stop laughing. He called me and said: "Well you could not wait to see them, so I know that would make you happy :)" I was glad he brought them towards the end of the day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t work. Me and the girls at work were just looking at them and I was day dreaming picturing my Preston inside them.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of Jesse putting the stroller together. He is pretty calm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t get mad easily, EXCEPT when he tries to put something together. I just don’t want to be around till he is done. He did it though and I was happy :) to see the stroller put up to&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKb77U0kjpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0ekIRpovD4Y/s1600-h/100_5055%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235148613484842642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKb77U0kjpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0ekIRpovD4Y/s200/100_5055%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gether&lt;/span&gt; and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKb8VrypfXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/zOXs9EbHVZQ/s1600-h/100_5062%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235149066327391602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKb8VrypfXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/zOXs9EbHVZQ/s200/100_5062%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11 More days till my Due Date. I cant wait to hold, hug and kiss my baby Preston :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-5780958668711369068?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5780958668711369068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=5780958668711369068' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/5780958668711369068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/5780958668711369068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/08/exciting-day.html' title='An Exciting day!!!'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKZntEguSzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AnAdKCf3xq0/s72-c/E_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-4082367380620806142</id><published>2008-08-11T16:58:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:35:58.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-Day to CHRIS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today on August 11-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nephew&lt;/span&gt; Chris turned 11 Years Old :) We are all so proud of him. He is just the sweetest boy ever and you cant help but love him. My sister has done such a GREAT job raising him in to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mature&lt;/span&gt;, smart, good young boy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris being covered in Super String :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKRqJsd7SOI/AAAAAAAAAME/T1CW28WtKSA/s1600-h/Picture+1310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234425381699406050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKRqJsd7SOI/AAAAAAAAAME/T1CW28WtKSA/s320/Picture+1310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKRqJsd7SOI/AAAAAAAAAME/T1CW28WtKSA/s1600-h/Picture+1310.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKRrj_aE5lI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Aa2cRrmgyN8/s1600-h/Picture+1313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234426932971759186" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKCyUw8XcWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s-cy2H7NKjY/s400/100_4772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesse's Mom turned 50 this year so we decided to have a B-Day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt; for her at our house. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to invite a lot of people, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; family that turned out to be 23 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; :) It was a great mini family reunion too. It was really hot, that's why we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to do it around 8PM, so we could eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; on the deck and the kids could play in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;backyard&lt;/span&gt; without getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;toasted&lt;/span&gt; from the sun. Jenn (my sis. in law) brought her dog too, so Phoenix had a blast having a friend to play around. He was so bad at sharing his bone or toys though (he never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;touches&lt;/span&gt; his bone when he is by himself) Having 2 dogs to play with was a blast for the kids too and it was kinda nice to see the house full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; and with so much noise from the kids laughing. On top of that aunt Jannie "opened her own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt; shop" and was helping the kids put them on. Oh boy were they ALL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; so happy :) I didnt take many pictures at all, i was busy doing stuff, so here are a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jesse's&lt;/span&gt; Mom got remarried she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to change her name too (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; that made Grandma really mad :) so on her B-Day card i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to write &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on one side and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cassi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the other. It was funny to see how everyone wrote on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; side, except her hubby. What a good hubby huh... he sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to get in trouble latter :) Ha ha ha just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233378937257157314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKCyanI5YsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CaxBuvMBIsk/s400/100_4770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jesse's little nice is so funny and cute. She was going to spend a week at uncle Dales house, so when they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt; uncle Dale like usually was teasing her. He told her that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have a car and they will have to walk to his house. So cute little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kayva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; him and started walking hand in had with uncle Dale pulling with the other hand her cute "Dora" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;luggage&lt;/span&gt;. We were all laughing looking at her going down the street, totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt; that she was going to walk from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt; to West Valley. I love it how kids are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt; and just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; what grownups tell them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said she had a great B-Day and this was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what she wanted, just for everyone to get together :) It was fun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad we did something for her, even though she deserves so much more. She is the Best Mother in Law i could ever ask for and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so thankful we have such a great relationship together. I love her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233381228920795170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKC0gAQFcCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4GLod97rqlE/s320/100_4778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mom schratching a Lottery ticket Uncle Dale got for her in Idoho, hopping she would get lucky on her B-day&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233381094422644594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKC0YLNOh3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/dQ2JPn5zk4k/s320/100_4774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Dale having fun w/the kids by letting them jump allover him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKC25Q-FhGI/AAAAAAAAALE/5guxGDNd_Xc/s1600-h/100_4789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233383861928690786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKC25Q-FhGI/AAAAAAAAALE/5guxGDNd_Xc/s200/100_4789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233384691200074482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKC3piPyovI/AAAAAAAAALU/epsHDo0Bx0s/s200/100_4793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He is such a cuttie... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKC3cW40mHI/AAAAAAAAALM/ek1DdWgakyU/s1600-h/100_4795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233384464812644466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKC3cW40mHI/AAAAAAAAALM/ek1DdWgakyU/s200/100_4795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snickers cake from Macey's is SOOOO YUMMY &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233381368069439282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKC0oGntPzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/IQyy0ZpWosw/s320/100_4783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-3744228820400291259?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3744228820400291259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=3744228820400291259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/3744228820400291259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/3744228820400291259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-50-th-b-day-mom.html' title='HaPpY 50-th B-dAy MoM!!!'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKCyUw8XcWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s-cy2H7NKjY/s72-c/100_4772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-3179746970186912550</id><published>2008-08-07T16:24:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:07:01.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My third and last baby shower  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKEVJtAHEJI/AAAAAAAAALs/VmIgaF0dOqs/s1600-h/Elona"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233487498424291474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKEVJtAHEJI/AAAAAAAAALs/VmIgaF0dOqs/s400/Elona%27s_baby_shower_invitations_front%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet mom and my sweet friend Andrea threw my last baby shower. This one was with my girlfriends, some from the neigboorhood and some with the ones i've gotted to know here in UT. My mom helped with the yummy food and Andrea did the beautiful invitations and was in charge of some fun games. She also did the mos amaizing "Diper Cake" that everyone loved. She did such a great job and i think i got more excited about the cake than any other thing in the shower :) Look at the picture, isnt it beautiful?? I put it up in Prestons room as a decoration :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233311678877912786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB1PqJrztI/AAAAAAAAAH8/d8EZfXL0-tU/s400/100_4845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We did it at my house and it was a lot of fun to have the girls over. 3 of them just had babies, so we had some cute babies in there too. We started with a fun game Andrea came up with, using some play dough:) Each one had to make a "play dough baby" using their own fantasy. It was funny to see what they came up with. My neigboor Bev made a black baby like one of her grandaughters and it was funny to see her try to make this currly hair out of playdough. My other neigboor Michele made "little baby Preston" holding Phoenix on a leash. Andrea wanted me to pick my favorite, even though it was hard and they all did such a good job. I had to pick the one Michelle did, cuz 2 out of my 3 favorte boys :) were on it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKBz_MmC6oI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4-kAr-kDtt0/s1600-h/100_4809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233310296554269314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKBz_MmC6oI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4-kAr-kDtt0/s200/100_4809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233306187323485058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKBwQAhFK4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/QBwR1v-Cwc8/s320/100_4821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB05SyQ5II/AAAAAAAAAH0/4BLnGAxaSPM/s1600-h/100_4814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233311294648542338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB05SyQ5II/AAAAAAAAAH0/4BLnGAxaSPM/s200/100_4814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After, we had lunch and chatted for a while. The food turned out very yummy, i was glad the girls enjoyed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233305503868066210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKBvoOcnGaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hnZC_GsrlKE/s400/100_4804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The next game was a matching game. Even though the game asked for 27 different kinds of candy, Andrea was so sweet to go and spend time looking for them at Maceys. I was surprised she actually found all of them. My friend Sarah had this game at one of her baby showers and i thought it was a lot of fun. It kept the girls entertained and rewarded them with yummy candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233306359415707666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKBwaBnEGBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/U7GQTYrAloc/s320/100_4824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Of course at the end is opening presents time. THANK YOU girls for getting my little Preston such great stuff and for being so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU Mom and Andrea for such a great Baby Shower. Thank you for all the time and effort you put in it. Love you both :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233306728318280402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKBwvf4SotI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7K8csTFI4YY/s320/100_4841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-3179746970186912550?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3179746970186912550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=3179746970186912550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/3179746970186912550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/3179746970186912550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-third-and-last-baby-shower.html' title='My third and last baby shower  :)'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKEVJtAHEJI/AAAAAAAAALs/VmIgaF0dOqs/s72-c/Elona%27s_baby_shower_invitations_front%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-5333684313277086684</id><published>2008-08-07T16:08:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:37:38.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini trip to Provo Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKHBGLDRboI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xgqfY6TbgDU/s1600-h/100_4746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233676553771118210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKHBGLDRboI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xgqfY6TbgDU/s400/100_4746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have been many times by Provo Canyon, but Jesse wanted to show me the area called "south fork" where he used to go with his friend when he was a kid. We took a long walk in the mountain trying to find this little lake Jesse and his friend used to hang out. Phoenix was in heaven. He loves, loves the outdoors, new places he can run around and mark the territory as much as he can. We finally found the little lake, so here starts the real fun for Phoenix. As much a he used to HATE water and swiming he is getting much better at it the more we go. He just cant resist not going to grab "the wood stick" we throw in the water. It is so funny to look at him bark at the stick going 1 step back and 1 step forward, trying many times to go in the water, till he finally gets in. His swiming is hilarious. Our cute little phoenix does it all but a doggy swim. He just makes a big splash with his front 2 paws trying to get out asap after getting the stic. I took a bunch of pictures, but i wish i took a video of it, cuz each time we see him swim we laugh a lot :) He is a funny dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy right before throwing Phoenix in the water :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB3OdO43QI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Tplb7NFqwyo/s1600-h/100_4751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233313857253465346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB3OdO43QI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Tplb7NFqwyo/s320/100_4751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB3OdO43QI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Tplb7NFqwyo/s1600-h/100_4751.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB3OdO43QI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Tplb7NFqwyo/s1600-h/100_4751.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please HELP!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB4Rall2NI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hemTnecvch4/s1600-h/100_4752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233315007594617042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB4Rall2NI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hemTnecvch4/s320/100_4752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix's messy swiming :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233676152814966274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKHAu1X4FgI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CYSSVMrUQTc/s320/100_4756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Trying to swim and get the stick... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233316173772520514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB5VS8EfEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/M1poVVu0Ck0/s320/100_4759.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I got it, it got it!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233316790462769506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB55MSe6WI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vm7haSGrrg4/s320/100_4761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now i get to enjoy it :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233317084820417986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB6KU20LcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3T2wGJKgrFg/s320/100_4766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-5333684313277086684?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5333684313277086684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=5333684313277086684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/5333684313277086684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/5333684313277086684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/08/mini-trip-to-provo-canyon.html' title='Mini trip to Provo Canyon'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKHBGLDRboI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xgqfY6TbgDU/s72-c/100_4746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-1394814256501319254</id><published>2008-08-07T10:54:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:27:31.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard Marks Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB8YJDw9dI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CS6jtZ3-vdo/s1600-h/100_4682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233319521194931666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB8YJDw9dI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CS6jtZ3-vdo/s400/100_4682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, i know he is kinda old school, but no one can deny how great of a singer he is :) I love his songs!!! When i was back in Albania my sister used to hear his songs around the house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; and over, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; her boyfriend (now her hubby) gave her some tapes with all of his songs. I was around 14-15 years old at a time, so i was in my own la la land daydreaming about the guys i had a crush on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to R.M. songs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; i hear his songs it brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233319921130781986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB8va75vSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7qPx3Nagwyw/s400/100_4693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our friends Tim and Tiff got us tickets to go and see him in concert at the "Sandy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amphitheater&lt;/span&gt;". It is an outdoor theater so that made it even nicer and just it is big enough not to feel to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crowded&lt;/span&gt;. Also our other friends Dave and Julie got some last min. tickets, so we all went together. Jesse knows how much i like him and he was so cute asking me all the time if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; excited and if i ever thought when i was in Albania that i was going to see him in concert. I think he was more excited about me, than i was :) He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; telling me to go close to the stage so i could take pictures of Richard and send them to my sister. I did take a lot of pictures and he looks really good for how old he is, but he looked better from far :) He was actually really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; making good jokes through the whole concert. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233320595198900978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB9WqCQ-vI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0OJR7qGkA94/s320/100_4709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; his sexy voice.... i was telling Jesse that if he had a voice like Richard, every time we would argue if he started singing to me i would melt down and just want to make love to him :) LOL :) It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; though, he got the eyes and the look in his eyes that make me melt down each time :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233320040873448114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB82ZAx0rI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rgqmR4zyrgc/s200/100_4708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was a fun date night for us and we want to do it again for sure. There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; any other concerts we would want to go and see for now, but at least we know about that place now and try to go each summer. It was romantic date night that's for sure, especially with the sunset. Thanks Tim and Tiff for getting the tickets for us. We had a fun night :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233320162313545458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB89daWpvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SRADA5jcGSk/s200/100_4701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-1394814256501319254?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1394814256501319254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=1394814256501319254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/1394814256501319254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/1394814256501319254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/08/richard-marks-concert.html' title='Richard Marks Concert'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SKB8YJDw9dI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CS6jtZ3-vdo/s72-c/100_4682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-5991398740684825046</id><published>2008-07-03T15:52:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:15:28.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHKZC9gY4cI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_rHmaLsC1VA/s1600-h/100_4566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220403194225025474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHKZC9gY4cI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_rHmaLsC1VA/s320/100_4566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two days latter, on Saturday June 14-th my mother in law threw a Baby Shower for my little Preston and I, with people from her side of the family. I think my mother in law is the BEST at organazing anything. She did such a great job at it and she always does at any shower she throws. I was so happy w/the way it turned out. My mother in law was so happy that everyone she invited was able to make it and it was great to see them.&lt;br /&gt;The shower started at 12pm and of course my mother in law was going to start it w/some games. She is so funny with the ones she picks and they were hard ones. One of them was to find out the name of the mom &amp;amp; dad of a baby animal. For example: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kangaroo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" --&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; is called: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; is called: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt; is called: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JOEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Or for a "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" the mom and dad are called the same as the Kangaroo, but the baby is called: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FAWN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Who knew, huh?? She had 3 full pages of it w/pictures of each animal, so everyone was stuck w/that one for a while. It was kinda hard, but people were coming up w/some weird names and we started laughing and could not stop. It was fun :) The second game was a "Baby word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scramble&lt;/span&gt;" and even though it looked like an easy one, we still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; figure out all of them. She also had these cute baby blue pins that put on our shirts and each time someone would say the word "Baby" whoever heard it first would take the pin away from them. The person w/most pins got a prize at the end. Gosh, if you are at a baby shower you would say "Baby" more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;any other&lt;/span&gt; word :)&lt;br /&gt;After that we all had lunch. It was so yummy and i was so hungry for it. She made taco salad as the main dish and some other snacks. The weather was beautiful so we could go out in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;backyard&lt;/span&gt; and eat. As we were eating and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chatting&lt;/span&gt; of course most of the conversations were about baby, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;labor&lt;/span&gt; and delivery etc. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if i wanted to hear all the things i heard about delivery. Most people keep telling me to not wish to have a C-Section, but gosh the normal delivery just scares the crap out of me. I just think C-Section is so much easier on the baby too. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; stress him out and he is out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;minutes &lt;/span&gt;:) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; well... we'll see how things go. I guess we all forget about the pain as soon as we see the cute little face of our sweet baby :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch it was time to open the presents. Everyone was so generous and kind to bring such nice things and i was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;grateful &lt;/span&gt;for it. Anythings helps w/the first baby, right? Thank you everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;At the very end Mom had another game... In a basket she put some baby stuff goodies that she passed around so everyone could see and memorize as much as they could to write them all down. I thought whoever won the game would get the basked w/goodies, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nop&lt;/span&gt;... they got other present and the basket was for my cute little Preston. Thanks Mom, everything in that basket was great :)&lt;br /&gt;The shower took a lot longer than i thought. We were talking and talking and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; leave till 4PM. I was surprised it was that late as it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel like the shower was 4 hours long. Anyways, this is for my sweet Mother in Law that i actually do love her a lot :) Thank You MOM for being so kind, loving, caring, sweet and always so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;helpfull&lt;/span&gt;. The shower was GREAT and i was very happy with the way it turned out. Thanks for all the time and effort you put on it :) Love ya.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the shower:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how much everyone was in to the games. Mom, you picked some hard ones :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHKbZ-CYptI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gOyHgHVpc2M/s1600-h/100_4573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220405788527863506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHKbZ-CYptI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gOyHgHVpc2M/s200/100_4573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Aunt&lt;/span&gt; Carol and Mom laughing so hard after some weird names &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Aunt&lt;/span&gt; Carol came up with. They had tears from laughing so hard :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Aunt&lt;/span&gt; Carol is so funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHOuRgz4mvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/W494uxCjbac/s1600-h/100_4571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220708008941099762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHOuRgz4mvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/W494uxCjbac/s200/100_4571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy Taco Salad. The shells were from Los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Harmano's&lt;/span&gt; and they were huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220406384689866738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHKb8q6e5_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/NScI4WzTg7o/s320/100_4582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Enjoying the weather and the food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHKcZFIDgpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Y2pB0E51qZo/s1600-h/100_4583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220406872762450578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHKcZFIDgpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Y2pB0E51qZo/s200/100_4583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening up cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220407366452963874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHKc10RC6iI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ukIo8uyVuBA/s200/100_4599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHKdNyFmBAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zODmFeWgizc/s1600-h/100_4625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220407778184922114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHKdNyFmBAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zODmFeWgizc/s200/100_4625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever came up w/this idea, is the best ever. I love it...thanks mom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220717748576075522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHO3Ibx0PwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/l4QJhyeENMQ/s320/100_4656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tinnyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHO2dZmu88I/AAAAAAAAAF0/2W0DQJxN_sw/s1600-h/100_4627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220717009258345410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHO2dZmu88I/AAAAAAAAAF0/2W0DQJxN_sw/s200/100_4627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; worth $25 :) Thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt; Carol for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; them inside this cute Piggy Bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220408717450039346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHKeEdH2UDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mUdaw-xgQdU/s320/100_4673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-5991398740684825046?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5991398740684825046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=5991398740684825046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/5991398740684825046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/5991398740684825046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-baby-shower.html' title='Another Baby Shower'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SHKZC9gY4cI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_rHmaLsC1VA/s72-c/100_4566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-8092163575983103804</id><published>2008-07-03T14:06:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:02:40.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Baby Shower...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG01tIBszcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AcONm16Tens/s1600-h/100_4502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218886592557272514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG01tIBszcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AcONm16Tens/s320/100_4502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Thursday June 12 my girlfriends at work threw a Baby Shower for me and it was my very fist one :) Since it was such a gorgeous weather, they decided to do it outside like a picnic. We had such a fun time together and it was so nice to take a break from work and all of us be outside. There was tons of yummy food ...mmmm. They were all so sweet to bring presents for my sweet little Preston and i had fun opening them and adoring how cute they were. I'm going to miss my girls at work and all the laughter and fun we have together. Thank you girlie's for such a great Baby Shower. Love ya all :) Here are some pictures from that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Geting some of the yummy food everyone brought :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG03Hi4W5xI/AAAAAAAAACE/gQI0iXwKFjs/s1600-h/100_4506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218888145954072338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG03Hi4W5xI/AAAAAAAAACE/gQI0iXwKFjs/s320/100_4506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;CC was so sweet to bring my favorite &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG057wo8QrI/AAAAAAAAACk/9ynph8Wwu8I/s1600-h/DSCN1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218891242023961266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG057wo8QrI/AAAAAAAAACk/9ynph8Wwu8I/s320/DSCN1270.JPG" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Tres Leches" cake. So cute too.&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lavra and I. She was so sweet to make sure my Baby Shower was before she left MVM and she was so great at organizing it. I miss you Lavra :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218889321147138770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG04L80OAtI/AAAAAAAAACU/0IJeN_NnM1c/s320/DSCN1296.JPG" width="263" border="0" /&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;Silly Backy who is Prego too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG07ELTa5DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3JIFkfQlHJ8/s1600-h/Becky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218892486132032562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG07ELTa5DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3JIFkfQlHJ8/s320/Becky.JPG" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG06VUspbCI/AAAAAAAAACs/msf-sNShbnY/s1600-h/DSCN1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218891681199909922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG06VUspbCI/AAAAAAAAACs/msf-sNShbnY/s320/DSCN1269.JPG" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ori trying to set some tan, she loves the sun&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;Opening Presents Fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG07usOl_HI/AAAAAAAAADM/rhP1jRAaQO0/s1600-h/DSCN1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218893216524663922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG07usOl_HI/AAAAAAAAADM/rhP1jRAaQO0/s200/DSCN1273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218892984478552386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="207" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG07hLyfUUI/AAAAAAAAADE/88piOgExHP4/s320/DSCN1284.JPG" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG07hLyfUUI/AAAAAAAAADE/88piOgExHP4/s1600-h/DSCN1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG07hLyfUUI/AAAAAAAAADE/88piOgExHP4/s1600-h/DSCN1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG07hLyfUUI/AAAAAAAAADE/88piOgExHP4/s1600-h/DSCN1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG07YMC4lBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MCFXzhGP6c0/s1600-h/DSCN1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218892829928494098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="181" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG07YMC4lBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MCFXzhGP6c0/s320/DSCN1280.JPG" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Pregos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG1EMgDH2PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8G_7qhmJ5TY/s1600-h/100_4548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218902524744423666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG1EMgDH2PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8G_7qhmJ5TY/s200/100_4548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG08gLn5zKI/AAAAAAAAADk/JCJ0khSjVUA/s1600-h/100_4548.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Prego wanna be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG08WoSuXJI/AAAAAAAAADc/ReGDyvoDqB8/s1600-h/102_4554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218893902663015570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG08WoSuXJI/AAAAAAAAADc/ReGDyvoDqB8/s200/102_4554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG08WoSuXJI/AAAAAAAAADc/ReGDyvoDqB8/s1600-h/102_4554.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG08WoSuXJI/AAAAAAAAADc/ReGDyvoDqB8/s1600-h/102_4554.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG08WoSuXJI/AAAAAAAAADc/ReGDyvoDqB8/s1600-h/102_4554.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us at the end. Some had to go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218896271471636562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG0-ggytcFI/AAAAAAAAADs/Np9Wt5NwB7M/s320/100_4553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-8092163575983103804?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8092163575983103804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=8092163575983103804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/8092163575983103804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/8092163575983103804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-baby-shower.html' title='My first Baby Shower...'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG01tIBszcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AcONm16Tens/s72-c/100_4502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-2147525033624515803</id><published>2008-07-03T13:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:06:02.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank's Andrea :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG0v80s6zqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4jjSW9gggB8/s1600-h/IMGP0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218880265177976482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG0v80s6zqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4jjSW9gggB8/s200/IMGP0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... it's about time. My sweet friend Andrea (who LOVES blog) to make it easier for me, started a Blog for Jesse and I over 3 months ago. I do think this is such a great way to keep a journal and to keep updating family and friends w/what's going on, i just havent had the time or more so had no idea how to use the blog. I still dont fully know how to use it, but im learing as i play w/it. It is so much fun to read other peoples blog and i feel like i know so much more about them. Im excited to start my own blog FINALLY and i really hope i will keep it up like i should. Anyways... this is to say THANK YOU to Andrea for being such a sweet friend and taking the time to start a blog for me. I appreciate it :) MPUAHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-2147525033624515803?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2147525033624515803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=2147525033624515803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/2147525033624515803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/2147525033624515803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-andrea.html' title='Thank&apos;s Andrea :)'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wHkJtI93pnY/SG0v80s6zqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4jjSW9gggB8/s72-c/IMGP0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828763711877567805.post-3035883607554270856</id><published>2008-03-30T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:49:34.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How Exciting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yippee! The White's Have A Blog-thanks to their friend who would love to see more of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828763711877567805-3035883607554270856?l=jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3035883607554270856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828763711877567805&amp;postID=3035883607554270856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/3035883607554270856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828763711877567805/posts/default/3035883607554270856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessejamesandelo.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-how-exciting.html' title='Oh How Exciting!'/><author><name>E-Lo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645159931755846078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
