<?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-31671510</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:42:38.797-07:00</updated><category term='zoeys bday'/><title type='text'>The Girls</title><subtitle type='html'>The adventures of Julianna and Zoey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zaida</name><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>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-6633072714083454775</id><published>2008-03-25T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:50:08.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-njbvDjHMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sf6oU-qYrdQ/s1600-h/PC290942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181922911893789890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-njbvDjHMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sf6oU-qYrdQ/s400/PC290942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after  a ong day at the salon, mailli, julianna and jailyn looked beautiful with their silky straight hair.  too bad for us moms who paid a pretty penny.... it lasted about four hours due to the humidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-6633072714083454775?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/6633072714083454775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=6633072714083454775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/6633072714083454775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/6633072714083454775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-of-beauty.html' title='a day of beauty'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/R-njbvDjHMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sf6oU-qYrdQ/s72-c/PC290942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-2725304032497804849</id><published>2008-03-25T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:42:33.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>julianna's first real haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-ngX_DjHHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Lr1UrWtbtDo/s1600-h/PC290878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181919548934397042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-ngX_DjHHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Lr1UrWtbtDo/s400/PC290878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-ngYPDjHII/AAAAAAAAAOk/imOB1wuXSCE/s1600-h/PC290892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181919553229364354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-ngYPDjHII/AAAAAAAAAOk/imOB1wuXSCE/s400/PC290892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-ngYfDjHJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RgxnVEYdMqg/s1600-h/PC290894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181919557524331666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-ngYfDjHJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RgxnVEYdMqg/s400/PC290894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-ngY_DjHKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Pw7XseF7ROc/s1600-h/PC290904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181919566114266274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-ngY_DjHKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Pw7XseF7ROc/s400/PC290904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bienvenidos al club al club al club de las feas....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-ngZfDjHLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1zdtUpAeQtk/s1600-h/PC290917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181919574704200882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-ngZfDjHLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1zdtUpAeQtk/s400/PC290917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so during xmas time, i took julianna to get a haircut. this was the first time her hair had been cut. At this point when I washed it, it went passed her butt. But since its curly it would get tangled easier and i thought it was time to go for a cut. So like any milestone it became i family event and in the car went my mom, tia evelyn, karina, jailyn, mailli and lets not forget bella (the dog). all the little ones got their hair done. Julianna was a trooper. She handled the pulling, blow drying very well. She sat there like if she went to the salon on a weekly basis.  She looked so different with her hair straight. Unfortunately after a day of beauty, the humidity and playing around turned her hair back to curls and up in a pony tail it went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-2725304032497804849?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/2725304032497804849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=2725304032497804849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/2725304032497804849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/2725304032497804849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2008/03/juliannas-first-real-haircut.html' title='julianna&apos;s first real haircut'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/R-ngX_DjHHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Lr1UrWtbtDo/s72-c/PC290878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-5588425454434912368</id><published>2008-03-25T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:17:36.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-naK_DjHCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-e2OXnc0HqI/s1600-h/P1010628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181912728526330914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-naK_DjHCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-e2OXnc0HqI/s400/P1010628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-naLPDjHDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/C7EP7ZQLc0U/s1600-h/P1010635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181912732821298226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-naLPDjHDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/C7EP7ZQLc0U/s400/P1010635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-naL_DjHEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ISvMeeedNrQ/s1600-h/P2221164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181912745706200130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-naL_DjHEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ISvMeeedNrQ/s400/P2221164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-naMPDjHFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EZuytygMRoI/s1600-h/P2221162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181912750001167442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-naMPDjHFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EZuytygMRoI/s400/P2221162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-naMvDjHGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/a4rc2TQVA78/s1600-h/PC100767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181912758591102050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-naMvDjHGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/a4rc2TQVA78/s400/PC100767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love that they are growing up together and being dependent on each other. I know that in the years to come their bond will only grow stronger and they will support each other and understand each other in a way no one else will.&lt;br /&gt;There has been some really hard days with both being so young and close in age, but when i see these images and see how they look for each other, play together, take care of each other, count on each other.... it makes even the hardest day worth it. There is a bond in sisters. And to my sisters, i thank you for being a constant support in my life regardless of the circumstances. We continue to face life together, holding each other's hand, watching out for each other, and at the end of the day laughing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-5588425454434912368?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/5588425454434912368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=5588425454434912368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/5588425454434912368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/5588425454434912368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2008/03/together.html' title='together'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/R-naK_DjHCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-e2OXnc0HqI/s72-c/P1010628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-452045348756054466</id><published>2008-03-25T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:54:45.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nVR_DjG-I/AAAAAAAAANU/-yiV4GJG6EA/s1600-h/P3081188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181907351227276258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nVR_DjG-I/AAAAAAAAANU/-yiV4GJG6EA/s400/P3081188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nVSvDjG_I/AAAAAAAAANc/mH6mGh94Ng4/s1600-h/P3081193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181907364112178162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nVSvDjG_I/AAAAAAAAANc/mH6mGh94Ng4/s400/P3081193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nVTvDjHAI/AAAAAAAAANk/qH-ZNwD7TW8/s1600-h/P3081209_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181907381292047362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nVTvDjHAI/AAAAAAAAANk/qH-ZNwD7TW8/s400/P3081209_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nVUfDjHBI/AAAAAAAAANs/VqqRVvBxWAg/s1600-h/P3081205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181907394176949266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nVUfDjHBI/AAAAAAAAANs/VqqRVvBxWAg/s400/P3081205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To know Zoey.... she is a funny girl. She has this face of "I didn't do it, I don't know how it happened, I don't know why Julianna is crying, it wasn't me" while she is laughing with guilt smeared all over her face. She is deffinately the tougher of the two. She still growls at people she does not know and even those she knows but simply does not want them to touch her. If I could capture her growl in a picture it would be priceless. At the same time she is sweet and full of love. She cries if she hears Julianna crying (of course when it was not her who made her cry), she runs to you and asks "what happen" with a voice full of compassion. she's my little zoey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-452045348756054466?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/452045348756054466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=452045348756054466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/452045348756054466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/452045348756054466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2008/03/zoey.html' title='Zoey'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nVR_DjG-I/AAAAAAAAANU/-yiV4GJG6EA/s72-c/P3081188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-7415716780067764050</id><published>2008-03-25T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:03:20.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julianna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nTU_DjG6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/2Wllcz309Fs/s1600-h/P3081185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181905203743628194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nTU_DjG6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/2Wllcz309Fs/s400/P3081185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nTVfDjG7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/noJL1VSvkfI/s1600-h/P3081201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181905212333562802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nTVfDjG7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/noJL1VSvkfI/s400/P3081201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I did not make her pose like this.... she called me to tell me she was ready for the picture and this is what i found. And i have to remind myself she is only 3!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nTV_DjG8I/AAAAAAAAANE/SJSscqiePY8/s1600-h/P3081210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181905220923497410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nTV_DjG8I/AAAAAAAAANE/SJSscqiePY8/s400/P3081210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nTWfDjG9I/AAAAAAAAANM/1rbnDYNCeYE/s1600-h/P3081202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181905229513432018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nTWfDjG9I/AAAAAAAAANM/1rbnDYNCeYE/s400/P3081202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So finally we got the girls a playground. It has been the best thing ever. They love going to their "park" as julianna calls it. Now in case you did not know, julianna was scared of the swings. and in just a few days she is doing tricks... like william markis. ( that's who she credits) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julianna is quickly growing, she is learning to write her name. she loves to do her "homework". She will have an idea, "oh I know mami, ..... "  it could be anything from baking to me staying at home with her, to her wanting something and then she will add "that's a great idea, right mami."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has a very tender heart. She loves to cuddle. She loves to be with her parents and sister. "Mami, you and me and papi and zoey stay right here. we don't go anywhere. okay mami we stay here"   She will look at me and out of the blue simply say "you're so beautiful"  I love watching her grow and at the same time I wish she could stay like this forever.&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/31671510-7415716780067764050?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/7415716780067764050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=7415716780067764050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/7415716780067764050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/7415716780067764050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2008/03/julianna.html' title='Julianna'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nTU_DjG6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/2Wllcz309Fs/s72-c/P3081185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-540945640196600743</id><published>2008-03-25T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:33:24.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nQzvDjG3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/FdSpak8HSlk/s1600-h/P3121228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181902433489722226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nQzvDjG3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/FdSpak8HSlk/s400/P3121228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nQz_DjG4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/k5MoKiymTDk/s1600-h/P3121231_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181902437784689538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nQz_DjG4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/k5MoKiymTDk/s400/P3121231_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nQ0vDjG5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kPdDfyvxB1g/s1600-h/P3121232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181902450669591442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nQ0vDjG5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kPdDfyvxB1g/s400/P3121232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was Jonas' great find at a yard sale. I'm not sure who was more excited him or julianna to have a "motorcyle".&lt;br /&gt;Notice a few details.... the way Zoey is dressed for one. She decided she wanted the peach shirt so she could be a ballerina. There was no way anyone could take the shirt off. I tried once i saw her in public like that but it was impossible.  Notice the heels... these are real biker chics.  And i love zoey's face in the middle picture...  they look like they had a ride of a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-540945640196600743?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/540945640196600743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=540945640196600743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/540945640196600743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/540945640196600743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2008/03/riding-around.html' title='Riding Around'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nQzvDjG3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/FdSpak8HSlk/s72-c/P3121228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-5320016491227359825</id><published>2008-03-25T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:26:43.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nO7fDjGzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MhZPPgtPjTU/s1600-h/P3231278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181900367610452786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nO7fDjGzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MhZPPgtPjTU/s400/P3231278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nO7_DjG0I/AAAAAAAAAME/UIMkJOh3fxw/s1600-h/P3231291_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181900376200387394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nO7_DjG0I/AAAAAAAAAME/UIMkJOh3fxw/s400/P3231291_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I absolutely love this picture... I love the way Zoey is looking up at Julianna. She is always looking to see what she does so she can do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nO8PDjG1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/kleLKy9XK5s/s1600-h/P3231301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181900380495354706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nO8PDjG1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/kleLKy9XK5s/s400/P3231301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nO8vDjG2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/o0qy7KthVy4/s1600-h/P3231330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181900389085289314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nO8vDjG2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/o0qy7KthVy4/s400/P3231330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay so I have turned into my mother, (do not be offended mami), but I cannot help but dress them exactly the same. And when i saw that the dresses came with a mini-me version for the doll, I could not resist. Sure I could have gotten one a different pattern, they had a rack full of dresses... but no. I simply cannot resist dressing them identical. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must be living my dream of being a twin through them. ( I am still praying that I will have twins some day) and no I am not insane for those of you who thought i could not read your mind.  Hope you had a great Easter.&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/31671510-5320016491227359825?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/5320016491227359825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=5320016491227359825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/5320016491227359825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/5320016491227359825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>zaida</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nO7fDjGzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MhZPPgtPjTU/s72-c/P3231278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-2410525146740355789</id><published>2008-03-25T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:16:56.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoey's Candy Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nNcvDjGwI/AAAAAAAAALk/fTX_qDDw45k/s1600-h/P3151255_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181898739817847554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nNcvDjGwI/AAAAAAAAALk/fTX_qDDw45k/s400/P3151255_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nNc_DjGxI/AAAAAAAAALs/75Ma9Tq2wV4/s1600-h/P3151233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181898744112814866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nNc_DjGxI/AAAAAAAAALs/75Ma9Tq2wV4/s400/P3151233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nNdPDjGyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DH5aPAjN1I4/s1600-h/P3151267_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181898748407782178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nNdPDjGyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DH5aPAjN1I4/s400/P3151267_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoey turned 2!!!! and what better way to celebrate her birthday than to have her very own candy shop. She does love candy more than anything else.  So we set up shop. We had a backyard full of kids, played games, ate and before they went home they went shopping at the candy shop. The kids loved it... the parents are still trying to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-2410525146740355789?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/2410525146740355789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=2410525146740355789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/2410525146740355789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/2410525146740355789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2008/03/zoeys-candy-shop.html' title='Zoey&apos;s Candy Shop'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/R-nNcvDjGwI/AAAAAAAAALk/fTX_qDDw45k/s72-c/P3151255_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-4537104830654490761</id><published>2007-10-08T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:07:21.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoey being Zoey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7577c4067d4b1791" 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://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7577c4067d4b1791%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331249333%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D845316D6228D10253F9A4148ED9B083E141C245B.224751AA1D56DAAB0FAB44B185A1A04FDEE33255%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7577c4067d4b1791%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da0HMakUenXJZp_22V1bEjZFr_6Q&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://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7577c4067d4b1791%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331249333%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D845316D6228D10253F9A4148ED9B083E141C245B.224751AA1D56DAAB0FAB44B185A1A04FDEE33255%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7577c4067d4b1791%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da0HMakUenXJZp_22V1bEjZFr_6Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Julianna is dressing a my little pony into cinderella and zoey decided she'd rather hang from the stroller.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-4537104830654490761?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7577c4067d4b1791&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/4537104830654490761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=4537104830654490761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/4537104830654490761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/4537104830654490761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/zoey-being-zoey_08.html' title='Zoey being Zoey'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-5413827074521121321</id><published>2007-10-04T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:10:48.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pictures have arrived...</title><content type='html'>i've spent all  day downloading and going over the 550 pictures that were in my camera....  We had some great memories this summer.... Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: when we came back we found an  empty fish bowl, Mr Fishy is no longer with us. Julianna did not seem too bothered by it but she did ask about him. She concluded on her own that it was papi's fault. &lt;br /&gt;She is so smart!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-5413827074521121321?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/5413827074521121321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=5413827074521121321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/5413827074521121321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/5413827074521121321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures-have-arrived.html' title='the pictures have arrived...'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-7501688790485435651</id><published>2007-10-04T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:02:29.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in FL... Clearwater Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVT9HI7LiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gzYWhnb6rkk/s1600-h/P1010545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117588860930043426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVT9HI7LiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gzYWhnb6rkk/s400/P1010545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Strike a pose , Zoey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVT9nI7LjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZUg5PjTHkYs/s1600-h/P1010547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117588869519978034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVT9nI7LjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZUg5PjTHkYs/s400/P1010547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVT-HI7LkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PoToHDgN9Fs/s1600-h/P1010573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117588878109912642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVT-HI7LkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PoToHDgN9Fs/s400/P1010573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVT-3I7LlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ax4NX-hFe9g/s1600-h/P1010552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117588890994814546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVT-3I7LlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ax4NX-hFe9g/s400/P1010552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Does he always make such funny faces? "  Yes, Zoey, he's a Fabre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVT_HI7LmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5sJmfw6E0GM/s1600-h/P1010560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117588895289781858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVT_HI7LmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5sJmfw6E0GM/s400/P1010560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When tio Ignacio came to visit we went to Clearwater Beach with the whole Fabre clan.... it was a great day, the water was warm and everyone had a great time, except for when we found out Carlos left the ham in the freezer, there went half the sandwiches....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-7501688790485435651?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/7501688790485435651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=7501688790485435651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/7501688790485435651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/7501688790485435651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-in-fl-clearwater-beach.html' title='Back in FL... Clearwater Beach'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVT9HI7LiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gzYWhnb6rkk/s72-c/P1010545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-1068324566143499233</id><published>2007-10-04T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:48:36.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>York Beach, ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVRSXI7LeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/X6Oq09MQpdA/s1600-h/P1010210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117585927467380194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVRSXI7LeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/X6Oq09MQpdA/s400/P1010210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVRTHI7LfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DX3V7B1hQII/s1600-h/P1010215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117585940352282098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVRTHI7LfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DX3V7B1hQII/s400/P1010215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVRT3I7LgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4ifTqqjhK3E/s1600-h/P1010235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117585953237184002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVRT3I7LgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4ifTqqjhK3E/s400/P1010235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVRUHI7LhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RvSnxAw6_mo/s1600-h/P1010271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117585957532151314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVRUHI7LhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RvSnxAw6_mo/s400/P1010271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The water was extremely cold, but the kids still managed to get wet.  Julianna can talk her tia evelyn into doing just about anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-1068324566143499233?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/1068324566143499233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=1068324566143499233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/1068324566143499233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/1068324566143499233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/york-beach-me.html' title='York Beach, ME'/><author><name>zaida</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVRSXI7LeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/X6Oq09MQpdA/s72-c/P1010210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-3691309801475092987</id><published>2007-10-04T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:27:16.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miniature Golfing in ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVL-XI7LbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5Pf6j9ev4Qk/s1600-h/P1010183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117580086311857586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVL-XI7LbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5Pf6j9ev4Qk/s400/P1010183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's a pro....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVL_HI7LcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4HXz8eDWlOg/s1600-h/P1010188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117580099196759490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVL_HI7LcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4HXz8eDWlOg/s400/P1010188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jailyn and Mailli are 7 and 6... Juliann 3. However when she is with them she acts like she is 6 or 7, she follows them everywhere and does whatever they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVL_nI7LdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jWNYL8HVDg4/s1600-h/P1010205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117580107786694098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVL_nI7LdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jWNYL8HVDg4/s400/P1010205.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best time for Zoey.... eating her ice cream&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/31671510-3691309801475092987?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/3691309801475092987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=3691309801475092987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/3691309801475092987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/3691309801475092987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/miniature-golfing-in-me.html' title='Miniature Golfing in ME'/><author><name>zaida</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVL-XI7LbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5Pf6j9ev4Qk/s72-c/P1010183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-5249973772254650919</id><published>2007-10-04T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:13:06.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures at the Cape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVIvHI7LWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7Xb-90vZV6k/s1600-h/P1010342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117576525783969122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVIvHI7LWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7Xb-90vZV6k/s400/P1010342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoey with mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVIvnI7LXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eCz-m4ie630/s1600-h/P1010353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117576534373903730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVIvnI7LXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eCz-m4ie630/s400/P1010353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julianna and papi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVIwXI7LYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Hf_SWyQrsP0/s1600-h/P1010357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117576547258805634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVIwXI7LYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Hf_SWyQrsP0/s400/P1010357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julianna showing Zoey the seashells she collected with papi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVIwnI7LZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5ah3Q0urU3M/s1600-h/P1010363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117576551553772946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVIwnI7LZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5ah3Q0urU3M/s400/P1010363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoey loves giving kisses, when she's in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVIxXI7LaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yDByp918UJM/s1600-h/P1010351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117576564438674850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVIxXI7LaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yDByp918UJM/s400/P1010351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papi and Zoey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-5249973772254650919?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/5249973772254650919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=5249973772254650919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/5249973772254650919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/5249973772254650919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures-at-cape.html' title='Pictures at the Cape'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVIvHI7LWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7Xb-90vZV6k/s72-c/P1010342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-4493831807910607144</id><published>2007-10-04T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:03:47.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoey at the JFK Memorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVGLHI7LRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ej4YiSkl9QI/s1600-h/P1010328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117573708285422866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVGLHI7LRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ej4YiSkl9QI/s400/P1010328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amazed by the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVGMXI7LSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lx4wVWUiQ6M/s1600-h/P1010330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117573729760259362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVGMXI7LSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lx4wVWUiQ6M/s400/P1010330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Running in the grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVGMnI7LTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NOw7nBfZ75U/s1600-h/P1010332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117573734055226674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVGMnI7LTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NOw7nBfZ75U/s400/P1010332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to hang from the fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVGM3I7LUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8y9CQ9O3Kh4/s1600-h/P1010335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117573738350193986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVGM3I7LUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8y9CQ9O3Kh4/s400/P1010335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Learning the history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVGNHI7LVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WNN-Gs961cE/s1600-h/P1010340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117573742645161298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVGNHI7LVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WNN-Gs961cE/s400/P1010340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thankful for our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-4493831807910607144?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/4493831807910607144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=4493831807910607144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/4493831807910607144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/4493831807910607144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/zoey-at-jfk-memorial.html' title='Zoey at the JFK Memorial'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVGLHI7LRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ej4YiSkl9QI/s72-c/P1010328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-7324738151580558867</id><published>2007-10-04T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T12:55:33.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVDe3I7LPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr3X4QfGgZs/s1600-h/P1010294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117570749052955890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVDe3I7LPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr3X4QfGgZs/s400/P1010294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we did not have a bday party for Julianna, but she did get two cakes. One on her actaul bday and the other one once jonas arrived to MA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud b/c although i did not bake the cake.... I did decorate it with my version of a ballerina dress.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVA2nI7LOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9_I-DY4Jsm8/s1600-h/P1010283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117567858539965666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVA2nI7LOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9_I-DY4Jsm8/s400/P1010283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVAhXI7LNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DopVuc-LFK4/s1600-h/P1010115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117567493467745490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVAhXI7LNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DopVuc-LFK4/s400/P1010115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was on her actual bday... July 3rd. I see her and i can't beleive it has been three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31671510-7324738151580558867?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/7324738151580558867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=7324738151580558867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/7324738151580558867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/7324738151580558867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-3rd-bday.html' title='Happy 3rd Bday'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RwVDe3I7LPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr3X4QfGgZs/s72-c/P1010294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-2919668214941590657</id><published>2007-10-04T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T12:33:19.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lay down i said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwU_YXI7LMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XqsqnZDrXp0/s1600-h/IMAGE_00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117566239337295042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwU_YXI7LMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XqsqnZDrXp0/s400/IMAGE_00051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure why, but zoey has this thing about putting whoever is next to her's head on her lap.&lt;br /&gt;this time it was jailyn... next time it could be you. the funny thing is that you try to get up but she holds you tighter.  and she has a very tight grip, you'd be surprised.  i finally had to come to jailyn's rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-2919668214941590657?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/2919668214941590657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=2919668214941590657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/2919668214941590657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/2919668214941590657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/lay-down-i-said.html' title='lay down i said'/><author><name>zaida</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwU_YXI7LMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XqsqnZDrXp0/s72-c/IMAGE_00051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-479036446772394004</id><published>2007-10-04T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T12:27:31.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a girly girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwU9yXI7LLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ROj4IZzANg0/s1600-h/IMAGE_00052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117564486990638258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwU9yXI7LLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ROj4IZzANg0/s400/IMAGE_00052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoey's passion: Shoes and Bags!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves to put on the play shoes and usually has &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about 3 purses hanging from her arm. Notice the different shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're working on matching.... she's not to concerned about it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-479036446772394004?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/479036446772394004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=479036446772394004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/479036446772394004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/479036446772394004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/girly-girl.html' title='a girly girl'/><author><name>zaida</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwU9yXI7LLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ROj4IZzANg0/s72-c/IMAGE_00052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-879307429531653876</id><published>2007-10-04T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T12:20:47.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abuelita's Memorial Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwU8NHI7LKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xQi0uhvK3-A/s1600-h/IMAGE_00050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117562747528883362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwU8NHI7LKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xQi0uhvK3-A/s400/IMAGE_00050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As promised to my gma, we were going to make a garden in her honor.... her final resting place. In about a week and a half, we carved out this little spot in my back yard. Everyone contributed in one way or another.  I am able to view it from a lot of different rooms in the house and it's beautiful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-879307429531653876?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/879307429531653876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=879307429531653876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/879307429531653876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/879307429531653876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/abuelitas-memorial-garden.html' title='Abuelita&apos;s Memorial Garden'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RwU8NHI7LKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xQi0uhvK3-A/s72-c/IMAGE_00050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-6620300483307156310</id><published>2007-10-04T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T12:15:59.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cookie time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwU6yHI7LII/AAAAAAAAAGs/-TDe8T79XZc/s1600-h/IMAGE_00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117561184160787586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwU6yHI7LII/AAAAAAAAAGs/-TDe8T79XZc/s400/IMAGE_00061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwU6yXI7LJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/S7aFZTiNI6s/s1600-h/IMAGE_00062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117561188455754898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwU6yXI7LJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/S7aFZTiNI6s/s400/IMAGE_00062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least once a week, normally on fridays, julianna and i bake something. this time it was chocolate chip cookies (from scratch). It's a little tradition we started and she is at the age where she loves it.  She always asks if we are making a cake. We try to do this while Zoey naps.... so to her surprise when she wakes up, like magic, warm cookies appear.  Julianna is so funny b/c she feels the need to taste the batter after every ingredient, and says "ummm good, yummy yummy in my tummy" and of course she licks the spoon when we are all done. then she waits next to the oven till the timer goes off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-6620300483307156310?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/6620300483307156310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=6620300483307156310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/6620300483307156310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/6620300483307156310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/cookie-time.html' title='cookie time'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RwU6yHI7LII/AAAAAAAAAGs/-TDe8T79XZc/s72-c/IMAGE_00061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-6196073054217274560</id><published>2007-10-04T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:24:27.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUhHnI7K-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/brYTd9vD36g/s1600-h/P1010208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117532966225652706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUhHnI7K-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/brYTd9vD36g/s400/P1010208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of julianna.  This summer while we were in MA i was finally able to get a hat on her.  She loves the hat.  Usually she would tear it off the minute you put it on but not this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-6196073054217274560?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/6196073054217274560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=6196073054217274560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/6196073054217274560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/6196073054217274560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/summer-days.html' title='summer days'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUhHnI7K-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/brYTd9vD36g/s72-c/P1010208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-4213729970538560216</id><published>2007-10-04T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:19:14.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoey's new BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUfIHI7K9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ifKZ059lLqo/s1600-h/P1010397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117530775792331730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUfIHI7K9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ifKZ059lLqo/s320/P1010397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where's Ben???? this face is all Jessica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUeT3I7K7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/du5ylgzQJI0/s1600-h/P1010373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117529878144166834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUeT3I7K7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/du5ylgzQJI0/s200/P1010373.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Zoey could not kiss her enough, and like any mom, Jess was worried about the germs..... but Zoey paid no mind to her tia and kept kissing Olivia.  Finally tia came and took the baby from mama since she was not protecting her from the free love zoey was so generously offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUeUHI7K8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/nay62DVg9e4/s1600-h/P1010374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117529882439134146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUeUHI7K8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/nay62DVg9e4/s200/P1010374.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia Hannah born June 1st, just in case you were wondering, she was born with all that hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUdU3I7K6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HT9acDOe7Rk/s1600-h/P1010202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117528795812408226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" height="273" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUdU3I7K6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HT9acDOe7Rk/s320/P1010202.JPG" width="644" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUdU3I7K6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HT9acDOe7Rk/s1600-h/P1010202.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-4213729970538560216?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/4213729970538560216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=4213729970538560216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/4213729970538560216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/4213729970538560216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/zoeys-new-bff.html' title='Zoey&apos;s new BFF'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUfIHI7K9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ifKZ059lLqo/s72-c/P1010397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-4836698994859534310</id><published>2007-10-04T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:55:17.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUZ7nI7K0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/DSQfzIVXRT8/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117525063485827906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUZ7nI7K0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/DSQfzIVXRT8/s320/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was under the care of Karina and Joey and when i went through the pics saw this one. I can hear her say "ouww" so i'm wondering she got hit on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUZ73I7K1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/DTXUXYPKKRQ/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117525067780795218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUZ73I7K1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/DTXUXYPKKRQ/s320/P1010033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on by herself.  her latest phrase for everything is  "I can do it, by myself"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-4836698994859534310?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/4836698994859534310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=4836698994859534310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/4836698994859534310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/4836698994859534310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/at-park.html' title='at the park'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUZ7nI7K0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/DSQfzIVXRT8/s72-c/P1010018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-8444112037977956728</id><published>2007-10-04T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:25:13.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a fun night with cousins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUS13I7KwI/AAAAAAAAADk/1-JjOgGx-oU/s1600-h/P1010136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117517268120185602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUS13I7KwI/AAAAAAAAADk/1-JjOgGx-oU/s320/P1010136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam, Julianna, Jeremy and Zoey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUS2XI7KxI/AAAAAAAAADs/saBmwO31exo/s1600-h/P1010140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117517276710120210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUS2XI7KxI/AAAAAAAAADs/saBmwO31exo/s320/P1010140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                Whatever Jeremy and Zoey were talking about made Julianna crack up....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUS2nI7KyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DXFFbCe0lds/s1600-h/P1010158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117517281005087522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUS2nI7KyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DXFFbCe0lds/s320/P1010158.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julianna teaching her BFF, Sam, the ballerina twirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUS3HI7KzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9pcDOAoPSks/s1600-h/P1010170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117517289595022130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUS3HI7KzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9pcDOAoPSks/s320/P1010170.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the night, Olivia joined the clan.&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/31671510-8444112037977956728?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/8444112037977956728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=8444112037977956728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/8444112037977956728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/8444112037977956728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun-night-with-cousins.html' title='a fun night with cousins...'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RwUS13I7KwI/AAAAAAAAADk/1-JjOgGx-oU/s72-c/P1010136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-2568290093081787958</id><published>2007-09-22T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:21:05.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>needless to say it was a crazy summer, but on a better note, we did get to see old friends this summer. We got to go to the cape and see Jill, she graciously gave me one of her mom's homemade strawberry jam. i ate it all by myself and now need a refill. jill call me.  and we also got to see jessica r. she joined us as we sang happy bday to julianna. and of course all our friends and fam who live in MA.  i know you'd love to see pics however they are all still in my camera.  i promise to download them this week.&lt;br /&gt;on a sad note.... i will be entering the workforce again. i know you feel for me. i will no longer enjoy waking up at 9am and staying in bed till 10 watching tv with the girls.  i will probably start in two weeks.  yes i had to give myself a two week notice. jonas will be staying at home with the girls... we'll see how long that last. i'll keep you posted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-2568290093081787958?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/2568290093081787958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=2568290093081787958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/2568290093081787958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/2568290093081787958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/09/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-7590944906584502426</id><published>2007-09-10T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:35:01.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of an amazing woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RuXinMEHvMI/AAAAAAAAADc/q3YeD65sUJM/s1600-h/DSCN2789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108738515202981058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RuXinMEHvMI/AAAAAAAAADc/q3YeD65sUJM/s400/DSCN2789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know, my gma passed away on july 22nd, 11 days after she turned 95! She was a wonderful, courageous, and most of all loving woman. I miss her tremendously. Not a day passes where I don't feel the need to pick up the phone and call her just to say see how she's doing. She would have gotten a kick to hear that Zoey is a true coffee lover like herself. However, I cannot complain for the wonderful time that God allowed her to warm my heart. She truely gave herself to us; her gkids, great gkids and her daughter. She taught me to fight... she fought until the very last breath. not once did she show a sign of giving up. She taught me unity... her last words to us was her desire for the whole family to always be united. She taught me the value of family and of loving so unconditionally. She was an amazing woman that left her mark on everyone who met her. I thank God for His mercy and grace with our family. In june of this year my gma was hospitalized, at which point they told my mom she had dimentia. Since then she did not go out. I flew up in june with the girls and spent time with her. There was only one day in july where the WHOLE family was going to be together, so we went to get our family picture taken, all 18 of us. The next day my brother flew home, and the rest of us along with gma went to York Beach, ME. A family day trip like the good ol days. She had a great time. That was a saturday. The following tuesday, precisely the day jonas, the girls, and i were to fly home, she started her path towards her death. God gave us enough time to take our pictures, to have one more outing with her, and He gave me the opportunity to be with her until the very end. His mercy and His grace is endless. i could have very well been in florida when it happened, but my God takes care of all the details... the last week of her life, the whole family was again united. no one hardly left the home. The moment she took her last breath, we were in the room with her, making a joke and laughing. She was surrounded by all the love that she had deposited in us for so many years and she was hearing the sound she loved the most... our laughter. I miss her with all my heart but I take comfort in knowing she is in my Father's arms. Thank you all for your prayers during the most difficult time of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-7590944906584502426?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/7590944906584502426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=7590944906584502426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/7590944906584502426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/7590944906584502426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-honor-of-amazing-woman.html' title='In honor of an amazing woman'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RuXinMEHvMI/AAAAAAAAADc/q3YeD65sUJM/s72-c/DSCN2789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-1810780094613185404</id><published>2007-05-08T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T12:40:26.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDRcJn4xSI/AAAAAAAAADU/K9w0wHeYaVU/s1600-h/SD530385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062276262714197282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDRcJn4xSI/AAAAAAAAADU/K9w0wHeYaVU/s400/SD530385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was easter sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's no longer as easy to take pictures of zoey, here she quickly smiled for the pic before getting up to continue doing whatever it was that she was doing.  she is too busy playing, walking, getting into corners, climbing on the furniture to stop and say cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-1810780094613185404?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/1810780094613185404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=1810780094613185404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/1810780094613185404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/1810780094613185404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/05/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDRcJn4xSI/AAAAAAAAADU/K9w0wHeYaVU/s72-c/SD530385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-3891776800881000693</id><published>2007-05-08T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T12:35:37.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDPzJn4xRI/AAAAAAAAADM/lmpDCd5us8s/s1600-h/SD530371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062274458827932946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDPzJn4xRI/AAAAAAAAADM/lmpDCd5us8s/s320/SD530371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zoey loves giving kisses.  you pucker up and she comes rushing to you with her mouth open to give you a yummy kiss  sometimes right before kissing you she will close her mouth.  She seems to have gotten taller these last few days. she has extended her vocabulary, thanks to julianna, she has now added "no" and "mine" to her list.   she now walks at full speed and hardly goes back to the old habit of crawling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-3891776800881000693?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/3891776800881000693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=3891776800881000693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/3891776800881000693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/3891776800881000693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/05/yummy-kisses.html' title='yummy kisses'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDPzJn4xRI/AAAAAAAAADM/lmpDCd5us8s/s72-c/SD530371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-859460093012378544</id><published>2007-05-08T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T12:27:00.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meet mr. fishy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDL_Zn4xOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WNvhJs3_X4k/s1600-h/SD530406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062270271234819298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDL_Zn4xOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WNvhJs3_X4k/s320/SD530406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; putting fishy in its new home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDL_5n4xPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cNeRz_qANVE/s1600-h/SD530410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062270279824753906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDL_5n4xPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cNeRz_qANVE/s320/SD530410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at mr. fishy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDMAZn4xQI/AAAAAAAAADE/1lxFI6dLUjo/s1600-h/SD530411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062270288414688514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDMAZn4xQI/AAAAAAAAADE/1lxFI6dLUjo/s320/SD530411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this only lasted two days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So i decided maybe it'd be nice to get the girls a fish. we went to our local super walmart, julianna picked out her fish.  first the sales lady had to convince that the big fishes were for ponds.  she wanted to hold the bag the whole time we were shopping including the ride home.  in my head i was reliving the part of nemo were the little girl shakes the bag uncontrollably... yeah. thank god it did not happen. we got home she helped put fishy in his new home. and then i asked her what should we call the fish... she said fishy mami, and looked at with a "drrr what else would we call him" kinda look. So this is mr. fishy. the first two days she would go to see him and if he was too still for her amusement she would demand he swim "Swim fishy swim" in the oh so sweet but demanding tone of voice she has picked up. and knocks on the bowl and the little fish begins to swim.  now a few weeks later, she no longer pays that much attention to it and now i am stuck cleaning and feeding the fish.&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/31671510-859460093012378544?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/859460093012378544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=859460093012378544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/859460093012378544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/859460093012378544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/05/meet-mr-fishy.html' title='meet mr. fishy'/><author><name>zaida</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDL_Zn4xOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WNvhJs3_X4k/s72-c/SD530406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-6110029315169953613</id><published>2007-05-08T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T12:11:14.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDJ-pn4xNI/AAAAAAAAACs/GkeZ4h89Kd4/s1600-h/SD530405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062268059326661842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDJ-pn4xNI/AAAAAAAAACs/GkeZ4h89Kd4/s320/SD530405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first time in i don't know how long, i decided to paint my nails.  julianna had been out with jonas and when she came home and saw my nails she said "wow mami, lindo  (pretty)". and of course wanted her nails painted as well. so with papi's permission, i painted her toes....  it took her about five to ten minutes to walk after they were completely dry, and for the first few steps she walked on her heels so that her toes would not touch the floor. she then decided she no longer wanted her toes painted and asked me to take it off.  now when we are in the car she paints her nails and feet with crayons, nice bright blue crayon!!!   and tells me "I pinte nails"  all her conversations are spanglish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-6110029315169953613?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/6110029315169953613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=6110029315169953613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/6110029315169953613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/6110029315169953613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-toes.html' title='little toes'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDJ-pn4xNI/AAAAAAAAACs/GkeZ4h89Kd4/s72-c/SD530405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-2076688947425416188</id><published>2007-05-08T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T12:04:16.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDI2pn4xKI/AAAAAAAAACU/OiAGRhldaww/s1600-h/SD530327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062266822376080546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDI2pn4xKI/AAAAAAAAACU/OiAGRhldaww/s320/SD530327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDI25n4xLI/AAAAAAAAACc/XJ8h-U1Lel0/s1600-h/SD530358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062266826671047858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDI25n4xLI/AAAAAAAAACc/XJ8h-U1Lel0/s320/SD530358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDI3Zn4xMI/AAAAAAAAACk/1QmQTaTiDnw/s1600-h/SD530360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062266835260982466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDI3Zn4xMI/AAAAAAAAACk/1QmQTaTiDnw/s320/SD530360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we took the girls to a pool with mailli and papito, tio and tia.  they had so much fun.  it took them  awhile to get used to the water, it was still cold.  but by the end they did not want to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-2076688947425416188?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/2076688947425416188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=2076688947425416188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/2076688947425416188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/2076688947425416188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/05/fun-in-sun.html' title='fun in the sun'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RkDI2pn4xKI/AAAAAAAAACU/OiAGRhldaww/s72-c/SD530327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-2952027424618315999</id><published>2007-03-28T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:27:40.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>her first haircut?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/Rgsv1IXP0JI/AAAAAAAAACM/4aPqKf1j7os/s1600-h/SD530280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047180397223334034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/Rgsv1IXP0JI/AAAAAAAAACM/4aPqKf1j7os/s320/SD530280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was right about nap time for zoey, and i take her upstairs to lay down, i tell julianna that i will be downstairs in a minute. at first i hear her crying at the bottom of the stairs but then she quiets down. i didn't think anything of it... i was hoping to come downstairs to find her asleep. instead i come downstairs to see her sitting on the couch with adult scisors in her hand, this hair on the couch next to her and another strand of hair in her other hand ready to get chopped. i tried not to freak, just grateful that it was not worse. not sure where this strands are from i have a feeling by her hair now that it ios right from the front.  so she has somewhat of bangs, but not good bangs.  i now have to put a barrette at all times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-2952027424618315999?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/2952027424618315999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=2952027424618315999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/2952027424618315999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/2952027424618315999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/03/her-first-haircut.html' title='her first haircut?????'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/Rgsv1IXP0JI/AAAAAAAAACM/4aPqKf1j7os/s72-c/SD530280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-8461525552539946743</id><published>2007-03-28T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:16:08.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not an infant anymore....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgsuM4XP0GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HHq-rWhLvYo/s1600-h/SD530279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047178606221971554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgsuM4XP0GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HHq-rWhLvYo/s320/SD530279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgsuNIXP0HI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h8CX3WJDBHk/s1600-h/SD530278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047178610516938866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgsuNIXP0HI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h8CX3WJDBHk/s320/SD530278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgsuNoXP0II/AAAAAAAAACE/GIHCn0xX1us/s1600-h/SD530274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047178619106873474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgsuNoXP0II/AAAAAAAAACE/GIHCn0xX1us/s320/SD530274.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;a few days after turning one, zoey decided she was old enough to feed herself. whenever i tried to feed her she would press her lips and turn her face. she finally got a hold of the spoon, after posing for a pic, she went after her oatmeal. needless to say the oatmeal ended up on her tray and she exchanged her spoon for her fingers and finished her breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-8461525552539946743?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/8461525552539946743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=8461525552539946743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/8461525552539946743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/8461525552539946743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-not-infant-anymore.html' title='i&apos;m not an infant anymore....'/><author><name>zaida</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgsuM4XP0GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HHq-rWhLvYo/s72-c/SD530279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-3991951177384024429</id><published>2007-03-28T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:01:49.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fabre cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/Rgsr6oXP0FI/AAAAAAAAABs/xtaosUOcVgY/s1600-h/SD530273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047176093666103378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/Rgsr6oXP0FI/AAAAAAAAABs/xtaosUOcVgY/s400/SD530273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoey, Jeremy, Julianna, Samantha, Anabel, Jacob and Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-3991951177384024429?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/3991951177384024429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=3991951177384024429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/3991951177384024429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/3991951177384024429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/03/fabre-cousins.html' title='fabre cousins'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/Rgsr6oXP0FI/AAAAAAAAABs/xtaosUOcVgY/s72-c/SD530273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-7484642711707784192</id><published>2007-03-28T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:51:12.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/Rgso2oXP0CI/AAAAAAAAABU/zZJmjhVDY2E/s1600-h/double+trouble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047172726411743266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/Rgso2oXP0CI/AAAAAAAAABU/zZJmjhVDY2E/s320/double+trouble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;going for a ride at the outlets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/Rgso24XP0DI/AAAAAAAAABc/WEtgwyV9Xso/s1600-h/eating+strawberrries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047172730706710578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/Rgso24XP0DI/AAAAAAAAABc/WEtgwyV9Xso/s320/eating+strawberrries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey is so funny..... regardless of what she is eating or what she is doing as soon as she sees that you are going to take a picture of her she says "cheese". here she took a break from her strawberries to pose for the pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-7484642711707784192?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/7484642711707784192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=7484642711707784192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/7484642711707784192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/7484642711707784192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/03/say-cheese.html' title='say cheese'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/Rgso2oXP0CI/AAAAAAAAABU/zZJmjhVDY2E/s72-c/double+trouble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-5723473522072437052</id><published>2007-03-20T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:00:21.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how time flies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgC5j9sluzI/AAAAAAAAABM/XXY3XmgddGA/s1600-h/DSCN2932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044235610163100466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgC5j9sluzI/AAAAAAAAABM/XXY3XmgddGA/s320/DSCN2932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is one of my absolute favorite pictures of zoey. here she was only one month and three days old.  her hair was spiky black, her arms were thin. she was fragile. i am having a hard time accepting she is now one. crazy i know, especially since this is not my first. trust me i have a hard time accepting julianna's independence. maybe its the thought that this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;could &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;be my last baby (still trying to convince jonas that a family of two is small)  they really just grow up so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-5723473522072437052?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/5723473522072437052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=5723473522072437052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/5723473522072437052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/5723473522072437052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-time-flies.html' title='how time flies....'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RgC5j9sluzI/AAAAAAAAABM/XXY3XmgddGA/s72-c/DSCN2932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-3607626564452306734</id><published>2007-03-20T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:44:48.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoeys bday'/><title type='text'>Zoey turns ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgCz8dsluwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iXLZp69cVMg/s1600-h/of=50,590,442[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044229434000128770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgCz8dsluwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iXLZp69cVMg/s320/of%3D50,590,442%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papito playing with a ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgCz8dsluxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HCLqqdNsA9s/s1600-h/of=50,332,442[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044229434000128786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgCz8dsluxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HCLqqdNsA9s/s320/of%3D50,332,442%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids had a good game of baseball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgCz8tsluyI/AAAAAAAAABE/JqReHXRgkVo/s1600-h/of=50,332,442[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044229438295096098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgCz8tsluyI/AAAAAAAAABE/JqReHXRgkVo/s320/of%3D50,332,442%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jailyn, Mailli and Julianna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044226049565899490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgCw3dsluuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Mt9PlwGmCJE/s320/of%3D50,590,442%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Our little girl turned one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgCxUNsluvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/owyP_mIzUwA/s1600-h/of=50,332,442[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044226543487138546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciphnPsejO8/RgCxUNsluvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/owyP_mIzUwA/s320/of%3D50,332,442%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianna helped Zoey blow out her candle, after all it was julianna and zoey's birthday party.  (julianna thought the party was for her and zoey, and she would quickly correct anyone who mentioned zoey's birthday by saying "no happy birthday zoey, happy birthday nana")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful weekend. My whole family flew down for her birthday and most of jonas' family made it. We want to thank each one for making the sacrifice and effort to be here, the day would not have been the same if we did not have our families to share it with.  It has really been a wonderful year watching zoey grow. It completely amazes me how much growth we do in our first year of life. to think that a year ago she could not even roll over in the bed.... and now she is this little person, who in her mind thinks she is a lot bigger and wants to be more independant as each day passes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-3607626564452306734?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/3607626564452306734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=3607626564452306734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/3607626564452306734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/3607626564452306734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/03/zoey-turns-one.html' title='Zoey turns ONE'/><author><name>zaida</name><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/_ciphnPsejO8/RgCz8dsluwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iXLZp69cVMg/s72-c/of%3D50,590,442%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31671510.post-117090897991393614</id><published>2007-02-07T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:29:39.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing on my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/894860/SD530234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/577763/SD530234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey has been standing on her own for a little while now.  She does not seem very motivated to start walking.  I'm still hoping that she will take her first steps by her first bday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-117090897991393614?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/117090897991393614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=117090897991393614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/117090897991393614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/117090897991393614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/02/standing-on-my-own.html' title='Standing on my own'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-117090835412903740</id><published>2007-02-07T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T14:17:09.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/670955/SD530249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/81584/SD530249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/754140/SD530251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/469332/SD530251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/354581/SD530246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/389817/SD530246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is putting on lipstick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-117090835412903740?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/117090835412903740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=117090835412903740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/117090835412903740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/117090835412903740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/02/here-she-is-putting-on-lipstick.html' title=''/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-117090782230747705</id><published>2007-02-07T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:10:22.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/659248/SD530238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/881334/SD530238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/355095/SD530237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/258882/SD530237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/830637/SD530239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/126442/SD530239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So julianna felt compelled to share her popsicle with zoey when she saw her crying.  This of course was after zoey had eaten her own popsicle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-117090782230747705?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/117090782230747705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=117090782230747705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/117090782230747705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/117090782230747705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-turn.html' title='my turn'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-117090709852340822</id><published>2007-02-07T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:58:18.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/238901/SD530226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/176006/SD530226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so its really a cafe party.  here is our little girl serving her baby coffee.  these last couple of months she has really turned into a girly girl.  She walks around the house in her high heels, she even plays the drums in them, she changes her outfit and chooses skirts over jeans. she puts on pretend lipstick.  She will be well rounded, puttin on gloss with one hand while changing the oil in her car with the other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-117090709852340822?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/117090709852340822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=117090709852340822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/117090709852340822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/117090709852340822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2007/02/tea-party.html' title='Tea Party'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-116743404526052587</id><published>2006-12-29T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T15:14:05.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught red handed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/49057/SD530144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/720829/SD530144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Zoey decided to go through the diaper bag, take out a baggie of cheerios, spill it on the floor, and hey why not grab a few. Moments after I had just vacuumed the house.  Perfect timing!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-116743404526052587?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/116743404526052587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=116743404526052587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116743404526052587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116743404526052587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/12/caught-red-handed.html' title='Caught red handed'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-116743360967380741</id><published>2006-12-29T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T15:06:49.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/876302/SD530126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/222389/SD530126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sadly, this is the best picture of nana.  Let's just say she was not cooperating that day with the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/896752/SD530116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/359390/SD530116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoey loved the dress her tio picked out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/571163/SD530113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/615194/SD530113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this year I decided to take julianna to paint her first ornament.  I thought it would be a cute tradition, and great to see how her artistic expression evolves with time.  So Jess, what do the colors say about her??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-116743360967380741?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/116743360967380741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=116743360967380741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116743360967380741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116743360967380741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-sunday.html' title='Christmas Sunday'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-116735700714471091</id><published>2006-12-28T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T17:50:07.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double take</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/82746/DSCN1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/28558/DSCN1727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/868790/SD530053_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/769911/SD530053_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realize how much they looked alike until i saw pictures of julianna when she was younger.  in here julianna is almost nine months old an zoey is almost ten months.  Currently they look so completely different, yet amazingly, are both the spitting image of me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-116735700714471091?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/116735700714471091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=116735700714471091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116735700714471091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116735700714471091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/12/double-take.html' title='Double take'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-116684812923683226</id><published>2006-12-22T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:28:49.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip to Seaworld</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/665056/SD530082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/853167/SD530082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jornas with the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/479942/SD530090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/727535/SD530090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a family picture at the south pole, not as cold as i expected it to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/871030/SD530080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/549932/SD530080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both julianna and zoey are scared of santa, maybe they know he's not the one buying the presents... hmmm, anyways we were in line at santa's house julianna was okay, kinda excited, until she saw him sitting on his throne.  she froze and started to cry, she did not even want to pass by him. we thought zoey would do better so we sat her on his lap, but no, she too cried when she realized he was looking at her. just sat her there long enough to get the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;well we have had a very blessed year!!!! we pray that 2007 be a year of great blessings for you and your family. We pray that it be filled with love and laughter, with material and financial blessings but mostly with spiritual blessings.  May 2007 be the year that you do great things for our Lord! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-116684812923683226?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/116684812923683226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=116684812923683226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116684812923683226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116684812923683226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/12/trip-to-seaworld.html' title='a trip to Seaworld'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-116684689960111387</id><published>2006-12-22T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:08:19.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julianna- the helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/118189/SD530070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/200/717877/SD530070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/93227/DVC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/200/22107/DVC00023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/566822/SD530074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/200/637248/SD530074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianna loves to help around the house. she wants to help me with the dishes, "No mami, nana do it" she put sthe clothes in the dryerfor me, and taxis zoey around. i'm hoping by age four she can start dinner.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-116684689960111387?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/116684689960111387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=116684689960111387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116684689960111387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116684689960111387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/12/julianna-helper.html' title='Julianna- the helper'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-116684651781901606</id><published>2006-12-22T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:01:57.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoey  9 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/386234/SD530068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/78928/SD530068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/800348/SD530103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/522404/SD530103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey is now crawling all over the house and standing herself up on everything. She'd rather be on the floor than anywhere else. She went for her 9 month physical two weeks ago. She is now weighing 24lbs and 29in long. Luckily the doctor that saw her is not concerned about her weight.  funny story about the pic on the right..... like i said she is all over the place. so i am on the phone with jess and all of a sudden i see zoey by the fridge. so instead of rushing to pick her up, i tell jess that zoey is licking the fridge cause she catches her reflection (even she finds herself so cute she wants to kiss herself). so jess says take a picture... and sadly i do. had this been my firstborn i would have picked her up as soon as i saw her around the kitchen and washed her mouth, so she'd be germ free. I'm thinking of just wrapping some towels around zoey's knees and letting her clean the floor for me. it's tough being the second child. i'm kidding, i'm not really going to wrap towels around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-116684651781901606?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/116684651781901606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=116684651781901606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116684651781901606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116684651781901606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/12/zoey-9-months.html' title='Zoey  9 months'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-116684489734108239</id><published>2006-12-22T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T19:37:57.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/324418/SD530088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/628667/SD530088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/484832/SD530086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/956238/SD530086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianna having cafe with gma. She says, "mami i want afe" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to worry its more milk than coffee.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/158307/SD530088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 5px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 25px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/491491/SD530088.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/832582/DVC00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/358706/DVC00038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoey with her great grandma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-116684489734108239?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/116684489734108239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=116684489734108239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116684489734108239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116684489734108239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/12/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-116555360939290876</id><published>2006-12-07T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:53:29.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/419561/of=50,590,442[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/502495/of%3D50%2C590%2C442%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this requires concentration...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/765722/of=50,590,442[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/256520/of%3D50%2C590%2C442%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a little frosting here......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/732943/of=50,590,442[5].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/612603/of%3D50%2C590%2C442%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;don't worry i'll clean up &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/422373/348878574fp36;"&gt;vq=323;&gt;686&gt;375&gt;WSNRCG=3235355;8;955vq0mrj[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="96" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/180738/348878574%257Ffp36%253B%253Evq%253D323%253B%253E686%253E375%253EWSNRCG%253D3235355%253B8%253B955vq0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;final product&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/267918/of=50,590,442[4].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/948292/of%3D50%2C590%2C442%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hhhmmm... is that more frosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this was fun!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-116555360939290876?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/116555360939290876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=116555360939290876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116555360939290876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116555360939290876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/12/cookies.html' title='cookies.....'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-116555167766859165</id><published>2006-12-07T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:21:17.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/359316/of%3D50%2C590%2C442%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/288082/of%3D50%2C590%2C442%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/1600/989788/of%3D50%2C590%2C442%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1393/3442/320/768274/of%3D50%2C590%2C442%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i finally got myself another camera.  The girls are doing great.  Zoey is now crawling all around the house and she is starting to pull herself up. She is growing so fast.  Julianna continues to learn new things. Today when I called her, she replied "dime mami" (pronounced di-meh) translates to tell me. usually she'd answer si mami (yes mami).  &lt;br /&gt;here are some recent pics....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-116555167766859165?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/116555167766859165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=116555167766859165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116555167766859165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116555167766859165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-on.html' title='Back on...'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-116010646110367856</id><published>2006-10-05T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T20:47:41.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So its been awhile since i have posted anything.  Ms. Julianna broke my camera. She threw it in the dirt and now it won't open or anything.  She is right smack in the middle of her terrible twos. She is certainly pushing to see how far she can go.  today she sent me to time out!!!  So anyway I am shopping for a new camera and as soon as i get one I will have some pics up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-116010646110367856?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/116010646110367856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=116010646110367856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116010646110367856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/116010646110367856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-115651523971223949</id><published>2006-08-25T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T07:14:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Still Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/400/DSCN3431.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Sox Go!!!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-115651523971223949?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/115651523971223949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=115651523971223949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115651523971223949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115651523971223949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-still-believe.html' title='We Still Believe'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-115651484829022377</id><published>2006-08-25T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T07:08:44.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/200/DSCN3407.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/200/DSCN3417.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/200/DSCN3412.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3411.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/200/DSCN3411.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianna and Zoey have been having so much fun since Mailli and Papito moved to FL. (One family down, two to go... yes Jess we will get you too... Zoey is a missionary as we speak) They were swimming almost every day but now mailli started school, so no more pool parties. here she had the scab on her nose :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-115651484829022377?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/115651484829022377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=115651484829022377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115651484829022377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115651484829022377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/08/pool-party.html' title='Pool Party'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-115651378470504325</id><published>2006-08-25T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T06:49:44.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; Zoey at the wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/me%20%26%20zoey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/200/me%20%26%20zoey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-115651378470504325?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/115651378470504325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=115651378470504325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115651378470504325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115651378470504325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/08/me-zoey-at-wedding.html' title='Me &amp; Zoey at the wedding'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-115651364986907620</id><published>2006-08-25T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T06:47:29.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evelyn's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/julianna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/200/julianna.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianna was the little bride at the wedding. She looked beautiful.... she went to the salon in the morning, they did her hair in perfect little curls.  She sat there like a big girl in the chair by herself. After she was done, she kept looking at herself in the mirrors. After a long day and getting ready it was time for the show to begin.... her big moment.... the moment Evelyn had been waiting for since she planned the wedding.... the doors open.... julianna and papito are walking down the aisle holding hands. STOP!!!! wait that's what was supposed to happen. instead, julianna and papito are crying, papito dashes into the row of chairs and hides, raisa is now walking julianna half way down the aisle. I signal for her to leave her alone, julianna continues down the aisle alone and crying hysterically. Not quite the way we rehearsed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-115651364986907620?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/115651364986907620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=115651364986907620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115651364986907620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115651364986907620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/08/evelyns-wedding_25.html' title='Evelyn&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-115561650728229408</id><published>2006-08-14T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:37:26.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's tough being Two!!!</title><content type='html'>Julianna has had a horrible two weeks, hence why there has not been any pictures of her. First she fell in the driveway and landed on her forehead. Huge black and blue. lasted for about a week. Around the time it was fading away.... she fell off our bed. She was sleeping and turned around and landed on the floor. Talk about a painful awakening. She hit her nose on the nightstand and another big bruise. Well guess what.... right around the time the scab from her nose was peeling.... she again fell outside, that was today. It had rained earlier and she was outside in flip flops, she slipped and now she has a HUGE fat lip. For a minute I thought she might have broken a tooth cause she was bleeding so much. Needless to say it has been tough for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-115561650728229408?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/115561650728229408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=115561650728229408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115561650728229408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115561650728229408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-tough-being-two.html' title='It&apos;s tough being Two!!!'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-115475281014542370</id><published>2006-08-04T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:40:10.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3396.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/320/DSCN3396.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, I find myself cracking up everytime i see this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3398_edited.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/320/DSCN3398_edited.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look closely, you can see her two bottom teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-115475281014542370?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/115475281014542370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=115475281014542370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115475281014542370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115475281014542370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/08/laughter.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-115414824187725347</id><published>2006-07-28T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:43:50.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/400/DSCN3381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-115414824187725347?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/115414824187725347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=115414824187725347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115414824187725347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115414824187725347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-115414806268461324</id><published>2006-07-28T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:41:02.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Next Top Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/320/DSCN3380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/320/DSCN3378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianna loves to put on shoes... hers, Jonas', mine, anybody. Today she was walking around in mine. She had her Easter bunny purse and the heels. All you can hear is clonk clonk clonk as she walked around the house. Of course she found a box of raisins that she had stored in her purse since who knows when. That was her one snack for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-115414806268461324?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/115414806268461324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=115414806268461324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115414806268461324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115414806268461324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/07/americas-next-top-model.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-115388848188143983</id><published>2006-07-25T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:03:54.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoey is 4 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/320/DSCN3360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/320/DSCN3356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i discovered that Zoey has two of her bottom teeth coming in. I can actually feel them!!! I felt a little sad that my little little girl is growing and growing. soon she'll be crawling, walking, running. i know i am pathetic, time just flies. So last weeek she started with her cereal. This week she started with carrots. They do not seem very appetizing to her. Spits them right out. i scoop them up and stick them back in. yum!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-115388848188143983?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/115388848188143983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=115388848188143983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115388848188143983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115388848188143983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/07/zoey-is-4-months-old.html' title='Zoey is 4 months old'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-115388764189796467</id><published>2006-07-25T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:04:35.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julianna turned TWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/320/DSCN3234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/400/DSCN3233.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not believe Julianna is already two (july 3). We had a small birthday party for her in MA. She was a beautiful butterfly. It has been amazing to see her grow these last two years. I can honestly say I have never felt such genuine love. No offense to Jonas. A hug and a kiss from her seems so natural. I don't nor care to remember life before her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-115388764189796467?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/115388764189796467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=115388764189796467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115388764189796467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115388764189796467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/07/julianna-turned-two.html' title='Julianna turned TWO'/><author><name>zaida</name><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-31671510.post-115388679581153016</id><published>2006-07-25T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:05:02.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/1600/DSCN3329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1393/3442/320/DSCN3329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to start one of these for the girls.... my dilema will be choosing pictures. i think that is why i haven't done it in the past. I am a picture fanatic, as you know if i send you Snapfish, it's never 10 or 20, more like 150.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31671510-115388679581153016?l=jzjz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/feeds/115388679581153016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31671510&amp;postID=115388679581153016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115388679581153016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31671510/posts/default/115388679581153016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jzjz.blogspot.com/2006/07/girls.html' title='The Girls'/><author><name>zaida</name><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>
