<?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-647824642567491350</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:50:52.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pitts Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Valissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893248247431436741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647824642567491350.post-3079387697288283194</id><published>2009-01-21T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:19:35.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my phone!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe myself! I NEVER lose anything. I'm usually the one who finds things, not loses them. I'm going crazy. I swear, ever since I had a baby I started going nuts! So, I lost my phone and it's no where to be found. So, all of you friends of mine...please be patient until I go get a new phone. To make matters worse, I didn't back up any of my contacts. I lost all my numbers! I really want to cry. Give me a couple of days to go get a new phone because I go in for shoulder surgery tomorrow, so I won't be able to go get one until the beginning of next week. Please send me a text of your number any time after that. 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Now...I have a lot of making up to do as far a my blog is concerned. First off, over Thanksgiving my Uncle Tim and Aunt Debbie (my dad's sister) came to visit from Texas. It was a blast. They had never seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; or Maddox and it just so happened that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Melea&lt;/span&gt;, Jeff, and Maddox were there too. We all went and got a Christmas tree together and it was freezing. Poor Maddox got sick with the flu and had to turn around and go home. It was fun though. Zachary bundled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; up and went and cut one down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuPoDiBIyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Hmj_YAuFBiM/s1600-h/100_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuPoDiBIyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Hmj_YAuFBiM/s320/100_0720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290480105582306082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a cool story. So before my father's mother passed away, she was making him this blanket. Unfortunately, she never got to finish it for him, but my dad's little sister, Debbie, told her that she would finish it. Well, something like 36 years later, she took lessons on how to finish the blanket and she did! She gave it to him when she was up here for Thanksgiving. It was so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuOSZH2h3I/AAAAAAAAALw/uSWWnn1j99s/s1600-h/100_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuOSZH2h3I/AAAAAAAAALw/uSWWnn1j99s/s320/100_0688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290478633909389170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddox doing his tricks for the camera. That's Jeff holding him with one hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuN4sC2T4I/AAAAAAAAALo/vf0xQ5Fg_YM/s1600-h/100_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuN4sC2T4I/AAAAAAAAALo/vf0xQ5Fg_YM/s320/100_0696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290478192312078210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; this is cute...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; got this bouncing Tiger from Great Aunt Trina and Great Uncle Jody. When you pinch his tail he bounces, but he goes faster and faster the more you push his tail. At first it didn't work because Trina and Jody wore out the batteries! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; had no idea what to think of it. He wasn't scared of it, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; figure out what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuLhNYVuiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LBhUIylzD2k/s1600-h/100_2822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuLhNYVuiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LBhUIylzD2k/s320/100_2822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290475589920471586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zanen&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; a cap gun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt; clothes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; couldn't hold the gun very well though. He kept hitting himself in the head! It was pretty funny. We're still working on those motor skills. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuLgk6UIGI/AAAAAAAAALI/w87uD3EgFY0/s1600-h/100_2808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuLgk6UIGI/AAAAAAAAALI/w87uD3EgFY0/s320/100_2808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290475579057119330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had an early Christmas in Dixon and this present was from Zachary and I. His first basketball hoop! At first he just loved the babies on the box, but once he figured out that it made noise whenever he pulled the hoop down it quickly became his favorite toy. Along with the cap gun, this toy too may start to require a helmet! He pulls it down on his head all the time and starts to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuJy702gdI/AAAAAAAAALA/WIZ01Ww0d4g/s1600-h/100_2794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuJy702gdI/AAAAAAAAALA/WIZ01Ww0d4g/s320/100_2794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290473695422611922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was changing his diaper and he found his feet! It's about time. I couldn't post the other pictures because they were too graphic, but they are hilarious. He sucks his big toe! He likes to pull his socks off and suck his toe when I'm not looking. The gross part is the toe lint! Sometimes I don't get to him fast enough and I end up finding it in his mouth! I figure he'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; though. I'm sure I ate a lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuJyloquvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MZV85a5mTPI/s1600-h/100_2778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuJyloquvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MZV85a5mTPI/s320/100_2778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290473689465928434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Melea&lt;/span&gt; and Jeff were here. We didn't sleep much because we wanted to spend time with them. In this picture Zachary was exhausted from getting up to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; and poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; was tired because Maddox wore him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuJyV6YsII/AAAAAAAAAKw/7zP2oxTTEvE/s1600-h/100_2766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuJyV6YsII/AAAAAAAAAKw/7zP2oxTTEvE/s320/100_2766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290473685245276290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Maddox's way of playing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;...hitting him in the head! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; got him back though because he sucked on his head and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;drooled&lt;/span&gt; all over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuJyHtOHEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jXQ4Kqfx9eM/s1600-h/100_2761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuJyHtOHEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jXQ4Kqfx9eM/s320/100_2761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290473681431960642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; nephew's birthday early. Maddox had no idea what to do so Jeff, his dad, enjoyed opening his presents. Maddox liked the wrapping paper more than the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuJx284hLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gGYQ12qvo5g/s1600-h/100_2744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuJx284hLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gGYQ12qvo5g/s320/100_2744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290473676934251698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was when we went to get out Christmas tree. That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; in that bundle! It was 20 degrees out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuH_9BcfzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WUNxnzHEuf0/s1600-h/100_2727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuH_9BcfzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WUNxnzHEuf0/s320/100_2727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290471720058912562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; sat up for the first time right before my sister came out to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuH_SNgl8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/aysGZKkof30/s1600-h/100_2711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuH_SNgl8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/aysGZKkof30/s320/100_2711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290471708566788034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken at my cousin Whitney's farewell in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Frenchtown&lt;/span&gt;. She's serving a mission in Guatemala and her younger brother is in Chile. Cute shoes Whit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuH_On_lKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C8vDcsT_HN0/s1600-h/100_2709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuH_On_lKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C8vDcsT_HN0/s320/100_2709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290471707604128930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Jett's&lt;/span&gt; sitting on Zachary's Christmas present...a kicking bad. He loved it. He would start to crack up laughing when Zachary would kick it, so we put him on it and he started to slap it. It's crazy how fast babies learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuH-1mcH6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fqDfegvFd4I/s1600-h/100_2859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuH-1mcH6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fqDfegvFd4I/s320/100_2859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290471700886724514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over Christmas break &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Melea&lt;/span&gt; and I took our sons swimming for the first time. Maddox didn't know what to think, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; thought it was a giant bathtub. I can't wait to put him in a water babies swim class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuFs0ZpHxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8KTfZKCMYk0/s1600-h/100_2845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuFs0ZpHxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8KTfZKCMYk0/s320/100_2845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290469192303714066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys! Can you tell where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; gets his complexion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuFsmoW9kI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mJBRMRyV4kM/s1600-h/100_2854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuFsmoW9kI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mJBRMRyV4kM/s320/100_2854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290469188607342146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't help but laugh when I see this next picture. We took the boys to the mall to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; picture with Santa and as you can see, Maddox wasn't very happy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Jett's&lt;/span&gt; face is to die for. He can't figure out why Maddox is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuFsEDrlXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/oDS9KCVi7v8/s1600-h/kalisanta_6425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuFsEDrlXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/oDS9KCVi7v8/s320/kalisanta_6425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290469179326698866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; and Santa. Look at his cowboy boots! Courtesy of Grandpa Terry and Grandma Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuFr7agxdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RTw3bIhfPT4/s1600-h/kalisanta_6419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuFr7agxdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RTw3bIhfPT4/s320/kalisanta_6419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290469177006540242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor little Maddox. :) He's too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuFrXT9wdI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hkvsvaLVAqo/s1600-h/kalisanta_6411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuFrXT9wdI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hkvsvaLVAqo/s320/kalisanta_6411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290469167315403218" 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/647824642567491350-5796259478085357370?l=zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5796259478085357370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647824642567491350&amp;postID=5796259478085357370' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/5796259478085357370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/5796259478085357370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-run-down.html' title='A quick run down'/><author><name>Valissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893248247431436741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SWuPoDiBIyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Hmj_YAuFBiM/s72-c/100_0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647824642567491350.post-7539189318425127734</id><published>2008-12-03T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:42:26.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you I was bad at this kind of stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I warned everybody that I was extremely bad at keeping any kind of journal...this included! Anyway, a lot has been happening since I last wrote so I will try to fill everyone in the best I can.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; has been getting so big and starting to do lots of fun things. I'm not going to lie, I'm not a big fan of the infancy stage. Now that he's getting older and starting to interact more with me , it's way more fun!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, my first picture is of Shelli &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Schuett&lt;/span&gt; holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;. Zachary and I went down to Dillon on November 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 3:00pm and arrived there  around 8:30pm. I wasn't sure how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; was going to travel, but he surprisingly did really good. I had to drive with the cab light on the whole way because he would start to scream when I turned it off. I think he thought that since it was dark (it went dark at like 5:00pm) it was bedtime. Anyway, Shelli let me go shoot a deer on their property since I hadn't shot anything in FOREVER! I can't even remember the last time I got something. I already turned the deer into sausage, jerky, steaks, roasts, and hamburger. It was a learning experience for me because normally when you get something you take it into get it processed. The picture is of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; trying to get a drink out of a cup that her boys let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; have. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb-7bgV6bI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lDulSel5MBY/s1600-h/100_2696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb-7bgV6bI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lDulSel5MBY/s320/100_2696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275684310460262834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are Shelli's boys Austin (left) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kaz&lt;/span&gt; (right) holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;. They didn't really seem to be that interested in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;, but I guess when I was out hunting, they played with him a lot, especially Austin. Right before we were about to leave, they asked Shelli if they could keep him or something like that! It was the cutest thing. I can't wait to go back to visit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb-7HyikEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XT4GTnfBK28/s1600-h/100_2685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb-7HyikEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XT4GTnfBK28/s320/100_2685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275684305167880258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this may seem like a random picture to everyone, but Shelli will appreciate it! Isn't it beautiful?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb-627DECI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qNkMSIJloZ4/s1600-h/100_2671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb-627DECI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qNkMSIJloZ4/s320/100_2671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275684300640161826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zachary was such a good husband. He stayed at the cabin to take care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; so I could go out hunting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Zanen&lt;/span&gt; and Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt;. (Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; is one of Shelli's friends who helped me get my deer) I thought this was a pretty picture that Zachary took of the Valley we were hunting in. Talk about BIG COUNTRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb-6cGxq3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/7l28gD1t3KE/s1600-h/100_2668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb-6cGxq3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/7l28gD1t3KE/s320/100_2668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275684293441596274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All you animal lovers don't look! This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Zanen&lt;/span&gt; after he cleaned out my deer. He's available to all you ladies! What a man! wink wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb-6FAoxBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tvcnDNzrw3w/s1600-h/100_2656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb-6FAoxBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tvcnDNzrw3w/s320/100_2656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275684287241831442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are with my deer. Zachary is on the left, me on the right and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Zanen&lt;/span&gt; in the middle. Oh, and my 4 x 5 Whitetail. I was so excited in this picture because this is the only thing I have ever shot with antlers on it...and it's HUGE! (for me anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb-AVZtzNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/n6y10ZBuYsE/s1600-h/100_2653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb-AVZtzNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/n6y10ZBuYsE/s320/100_2653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275683295209573586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; eating his first 'real' food. That's if you could call rice cereal food. He loved it and couldn't get enough. I wanted to breastfeed until he was 6 months old, but two days after he turned 4 months I noticed him really start to eye my food. He would try to grab it and I figured, heck, why not! Isn't he cute?! He loves rice cereal, squash and sweet potatoes. He hates bananas, peaches, and prunes. That's all we've tried so far. Oh, and he hates Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Melea's&lt;/span&gt; homemade yogurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9_Q1f6EI/AAAAAAAAAIY/q7YghW-iui4/s1600-h/100_2626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9_Q1f6EI/AAAAAAAAAIY/q7YghW-iui4/s320/100_2626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275683276804057154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and son watching basketball on the big screen in Dixon. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; was just so amazed at how big the people were that he couldn't keep his eyes off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9_HWDyTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XFOS3cfCjhs/s1600-h/100_2621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9_HWDyTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XFOS3cfCjhs/s320/100_2621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275683274256271666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Crystal was tossing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; up in the air and he thought it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; funny! (We have to have a bib on him because he drools so much that if we didn't, he would drench his clothes in minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9-0zdA5I/AAAAAAAAAII/f6aVkha11qg/s1600-h/100_2618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9-0zdA5I/AAAAAAAAAII/f6aVkha11qg/s320/100_2618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275683269279286162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zachary, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Zanen&lt;/span&gt; after his basketball game in Pablo against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;SKC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9-dHr1aI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1X_DpbHpTNI/s1600-h/100_2615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9-dHr1aI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1X_DpbHpTNI/s320/100_2615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275683262921692578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zachary, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Zanen&lt;/span&gt;, Great Grandma Faye and Great Grandpa Gene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9KyMP5WI/AAAAAAAAAH4/97fS2ARbaLo/s1600-h/100_2614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9KyMP5WI/AAAAAAAAAH4/97fS2ARbaLo/s320/100_2614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275682375224780130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Crystal bought him a high chair and he loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9KoInVYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Zc3hBtAPYwk/s1600-h/100_2611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9KoInVYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Zc3hBtAPYwk/s320/100_2611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275682372525184386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went Trunk-or-Treating at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt; and Grandma Crystal and Grandpa Terry came up to celebrate with us. I poured rain the whole night! It was horribly wet and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9KbBsnHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7JOrvUItk3Q/s1600-h/100_2607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9KbBsnHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7JOrvUItk3Q/s320/100_2607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275682369006509170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; was a bat! And the cutest bat I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9J_c-bVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WuTVHoPVsXo/s1600-h/100_2608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9J_c-bVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WuTVHoPVsXo/s320/100_2608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275682361604730194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad took my brother, Brian, hunting over east of the mountain and came back with this!!! If this isn't redneck I don't know what is! (At least they got something!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9JrNXehI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NeNzm0XptGo/s1600-h/100_2604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb9JrNXehI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NeNzm0XptGo/s320/100_2604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275682356170553874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Zachary's first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Taekwondo&lt;/span&gt; tournament. He won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb8K5x91MI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Biymvw0Pdgc/s1600-h/100_2598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb8K5x91MI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Biymvw0Pdgc/s320/100_2598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275681277750400194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our friends, the Decker's, had a baby boy around the same time we did. Chris and his son Cooper are on the left with Zachary and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb8KvW6_8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/9gqcjcOhVbI/s1600-h/100_2595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb8KvW6_8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/9gqcjcOhVbI/s320/100_2595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275681274952613826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; looked so cute sleeping, I just had to take his picture. We have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt; from 1:00pm to 4:00pm and that's prime-time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;. He is so exhausted every time we get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb8KCCcnnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qtuRqYoGafg/s1600-h/100_2587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb8KCCcnnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qtuRqYoGafg/s320/100_2587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275681262787141234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Taekwondo&lt;/span&gt; with Zachary, that's why I'm so sweaty and yucky looking. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; was 3 months old in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb8J6qjEII/AAAAAAAAAG4/Jd7_5CAKrm8/s1600-h/100_2570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb8J6qjEII/AAAAAAAAAG4/Jd7_5CAKrm8/s320/100_2570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275681260807852162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great Grandma Mary got him this toy and he loves it! This is when he first started to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb8JWpj8MI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RYAL_cabfAw/s1600-h/100_2564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb8JWpj8MI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RYAL_cabfAw/s320/100_2564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275681251140038850" 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/647824642567491350-7539189318425127734?l=zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7539189318425127734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647824642567491350&amp;postID=7539189318425127734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/7539189318425127734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/7539189318425127734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-told-you-i-was-bad-at-this-kind-of.html' title='I told you I was bad at this kind of stuff!'/><author><name>Valissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893248247431436741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/STb-7bgV6bI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lDulSel5MBY/s72-c/100_2696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647824642567491350.post-5381613165586665413</id><published>2008-10-03T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:19:52.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Melea</title><content type='html'>Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Melea&lt;/span&gt; got this cute little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;onesie&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; and I must say, it fits him perfect! He just got me today before his bath. I turned away to check the water one more time before I put him in and as I was turning back around he started to pee all over the floor, his towel and his leg. So, it only seemed fitting that he wear this outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOavV5q8QJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ehMJ0HMwZ_k/s1600-h/100_2520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253078806167306386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOavV5q8QJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ehMJ0HMwZ_k/s320/100_2520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I just joined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Taekwondo&lt;/span&gt; with Zachary and Brian. It's every Tuesday and Thursday night and we have a babysitter meet us there to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;. Let me just say...I'm so out of shape! We had to do push-ups and I had to finish them on my knees. I wanted to cry! I've never been this weak in my life, but I guess I have to start somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy, yesterday I blacked out while feeding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;. It was so scary. I was he only one home, so if I passed out, nobody would be there to help me or take care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;. I immediately set &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; down and called Zachary. As I waited for him to come home, I continually kept getting so dizzy that I couldn't stand up. Well, I found out today that I'm hypoglycemic. It has come back to haunt me. I used to have problems with it in high school while playing sports and the doctor said that because I'm breastfeeding I need to not eat any refined sugar and a little bit of protein in every meal. He also said that I should eat something while I breastfeed. That's going to be so hard! I might have to have Zachary feed me because I need both hands most of the time to take care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;. I have to hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jett's&lt;/span&gt; top hand while I'm feeding him because he hits himself in the head and tries to get his and in there. It's pretty funny. Hopefully I can get this under control because I'm extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; slept through the night! He went down at 9:30 and got up at 6:00. He did amazing! Of course I didn't sleep a wink. I was up checking on him to make sure he was breathing and still alive, but he did it. I hope this becomes a regular thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/647824642567491350-5381613165586665413?l=zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5381613165586665413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647824642567491350&amp;postID=5381613165586665413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/5381613165586665413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/5381613165586665413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/aunt-melea.html' title='Aunt Melea'/><author><name>Valissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893248247431436741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOavV5q8QJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ehMJ0HMwZ_k/s72-c/100_2520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647824642567491350.post-3724904612587290687</id><published>2008-09-30T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:53:18.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>For Labor Day weekend we went down to Dixon to stay with Zachary's family. Zanen drove up from Dillon where he is going to school and surprised me! Zachary knew, but I had no idea, so that was a nice surprise! We stayed in Dixon until Sunday evening and then drove to Thompson Falls to visit Grandma Mary and Grandpa Ernie. It was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKpqDqNDyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TezFVzRAldw/s1600-h/100_2501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251946655469342498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKpqDqNDyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TezFVzRAldw/s320/100_2501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zachary was watching T.V. and before he knew it, Jett was a sleep. That position can't be good for his neck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKpqHEsfpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BKUZxec7inM/s1600-h/100_2502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251946656385760914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKpqHEsfpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BKUZxec7inM/s320/100_2502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My two boys! Melea...You like Jett's blanket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKpqdAnqTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JcN66WeAwAc/s1600-h/100_2510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251946662274246962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKpqdAnqTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JcN66WeAwAc/s320/100_2510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melea, sent me a picture of Maddox sitting in one of these Bumbos, so I just had to get one for Jett. He's still not very good a sitting straight up in it yet, but he's getting better. I don't think he likes it very much because he starts making wierd noises and grunting. I think it hurts his tummy because he spits up right after I take him out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKpqq24AYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Q4hTCUmnyFY/s1600-h/100_2514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251946665991471490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKpqq24AYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Q4hTCUmnyFY/s320/100_2514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jett hates being on his tummy. He gets so mad, but I snapped a  shot before he started fussing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKo2wUAPgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/U3hnlQi7X7Q/s1600-h/100_2472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251945774102625794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKo2wUAPgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/U3hnlQi7X7Q/s320/100_2472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This swing was my cousin Tammie's idea and I love her for it! Jett falls asleep in it all the time, which allows me to get things done that I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKo3Sz4XII/AAAAAAAAAF4/5FlPjG-33zQ/s1600-h/100_2493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251945783363132546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKo3Sz4XII/AAAAAAAAAF4/5FlPjG-33zQ/s320/100_2493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sunday before we went to Thompson Falls, Zanen and I moved some cattle that came down out of the mountains. It was my first ride since before I got pregnant. I was a little rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKo34DXEkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LCxt8TcpB4w/s1600-h/100_2499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251945793360171586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKo34DXEkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LCxt8TcpB4w/s320/100_2499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Mary relieving me of baby duty, so I could take a nap...or two...or three! It was AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647824642567491350-3724904612587290687?l=zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3724904612587290687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647824642567491350&amp;postID=3724904612587290687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/3724904612587290687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/3724904612587290687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Valissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893248247431436741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SOKpqDqNDyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TezFVzRAldw/s72-c/100_2501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647824642567491350.post-5502172883694178293</id><published>2008-08-29T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:34:42.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Catch-Up Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh360KcoxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/id-rcoK5yck/s1600-h/100_2164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240070018764153618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh360KcoxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/id-rcoK5yck/s320/100_2164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;OUR NEW FAMILY! &lt;/strong&gt;I know I look like I just got hit by a truck, but I have a good reason for that...I just had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh37I5vM0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ksSugDueAKE/s1600-h/100_2176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240070024331211586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh37I5vM0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ksSugDueAKE/s320/100_2176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zachary, Jett, Great Grandma Mary and Great Grandpa Ernie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh37bD2mII/AAAAAAAAAFg/_DcamKFdva8/s1600-h/100_2177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240070029205477506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh37bD2mII/AAAAAAAAAFg/_DcamKFdva8/s320/100_2177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zachary, Jett, Great Grandpa Gene, and Great Grandma Faye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh37hteAnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mWUA4jUq7OY/s1600-h/100_2294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240070030990639730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh37hteAnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mWUA4jUq7OY/s320/100_2294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Crystal and Grandpa Terry with Jett on the day he came home from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh3MSiEpcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VhRJCPq81Iw/s1600-h/100_2135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240069219462456770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh3MSiEpcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VhRJCPq81Iw/s320/100_2135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Jett, Uncle Brian, and Uncle Zanen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh3M7wwvRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/g_8mYzCScec/s1600-h/100_2136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240069230529920274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh3M7wwvRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/g_8mYzCScec/s320/100_2136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Jett, Great Uncle Johnny, and Great Aunt Lettie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh3NbV59KI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CMEkkP9WvwE/s1600-h/100_2137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240069239007212706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh3NbV59KI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CMEkkP9WvwE/s320/100_2137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both Grandmas adoring baby Jett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh3NtoqvnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cjGnSsnkgwE/s1600-h/100_2138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240069243917745778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh3NtoqvnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cjGnSsnkgwE/s320/100_2138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Sneck with Jett.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh3N6izuuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xYIh72X9NjM/s1600-h/100_2139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240069247382829794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh3N6izuuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xYIh72X9NjM/s320/100_2139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Terry holding Jett.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647824642567491350-5502172883694178293?l=zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5502172883694178293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647824642567491350&amp;postID=5502172883694178293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/5502172883694178293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/5502172883694178293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-catch-up-photos.html' title='More Catch-Up Photos'/><author><name>Valissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893248247431436741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLh360KcoxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/id-rcoK5yck/s72-c/100_2164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647824642567491350.post-5771879991901568712</id><published>2008-08-29T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:38:14.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Jett</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day. Jett and I went on a 4 mile walk/run bcause I still have some baby weight to lose. He did really good until the last mile when he started to spit up over and over. I took Alice, my brother Brian's dog, with me and she ditched me on the last 2 miles. I went past our driveway to go down to the end of the road again, I looked back and she was gone! Apparently she tired. She's definately Brian's dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLhCtBrHa_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pAZuJQ-v7us/s1600-h/100_2468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240011507756395506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLhCtBrHa_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pAZuJQ-v7us/s320/100_2468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jett's such a happy baby. Look how big he is! He's 7 and a half weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLhCtnSWArI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jKy3GHwCaBU/s1600-h/100_2469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240011517853041330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLhCtnSWArI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jKy3GHwCaBU/s320/100_2469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He still has thrush so that's why his face has a purple tint to it. He loves to stare out the window, which he's doing in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLhCt6yFWCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XTwS73DPjAo/s1600-h/100_2470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240011523086440482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLhCt6yFWCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XTwS73DPjAo/s320/100_2470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's trying to smile in this picture. He hasn't smiled directly at me, but he smiled today when he was playing by himself. He could have just passed gas though, so I don't know. But any day now I hope to see a smile.&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/647824642567491350-5771879991901568712?l=zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5771879991901568712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647824642567491350&amp;postID=5771879991901568712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/5771879991901568712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/5771879991901568712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-jett.html' title='Baby Jett'/><author><name>Valissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893248247431436741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLhCtBrHa_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pAZuJQ-v7us/s72-c/100_2468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647824642567491350.post-7190963127247630170</id><published>2008-08-27T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:28:47.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-Up Photos</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to show everyone a couple pictures from over the past couple of months. I have a ton more, but I don't want to bore you. These are just a few of my favorite. I can't believe how big Jett is getting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYT3M4QmbI/AAAAAAAAADc/LhfFEx5lZuU/s1600-h/100_2442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239397055563078066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYT3M4QmbI/AAAAAAAAADc/LhfFEx5lZuU/s320/100_2442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jett was putting himself to sleep by holding his own pacifier in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYT3uLbB5I/AAAAAAAAADk/oxRaGtig30s/s1600-h/100_2437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239397064501823378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYT3uLbB5I/AAAAAAAAADk/oxRaGtig30s/s320/100_2437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how old his face looks. He's definatley a lot chunkier though. He weighs almost 12 lbs. now. He has gained a pound a week since he's come home from he hospital. Hopefully that will taper off or he'll look like his tank cousin Maddox! Just kidding Melea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYT34hxiWI/AAAAAAAAADs/Lwi9E-NQmyU/s1600-h/100_2438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239397067279927650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYT34hxiWI/AAAAAAAAADs/Lwi9E-NQmyU/s320/100_2438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just sleeping in the sun and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYTPgbekwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HO8qYDCJfZQ/s1600-h/100_2392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239396373616300802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYTPgbekwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HO8qYDCJfZQ/s320/100_2392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana Elizabeth changed her first diaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYTP_SYOOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kyfPo2iph_4/s1600-h/100_2418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239396381899634914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYTP_SYOOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kyfPo2iph_4/s320/100_2418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Joker! If you've seen the newest Batman movie you'll know what I'm talking about. Poor little Jett has thrush. We tried the better tasting medicine, but that didn't work so we had to use this other stuff called Gentin Violet. It dies everything it touches purple...Including me if you know what I mean! Thrush is a yeast infection in the mouth, which if it gets bad enough it could make it hard for a baby to nurse because it hurts to suck. Jett had it ALL over in his mouth and he had the hardest time nursing for a little while, but now he's doing a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYTQF-X3bI/AAAAAAAAADE/t1pTEIPhN_8/s1600-h/100_2424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239396383694773682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYTQF-X3bI/AAAAAAAAADE/t1pTEIPhN_8/s320/100_2424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Jett before his bath. The arm that is up next to him is my brother Brian. Poor Jett, I think he got his father's skin...WHITE! Oh, he loves takig baths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYTQbn8K7I/AAAAAAAAADM/6xua9WedNuQ/s1600-h/100_2462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239396389506263986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYTQbn8K7I/AAAAAAAAADM/6xua9WedNuQ/s320/100_2462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Grandma Sneck who was supposed to be rocking Jett to sleep. Obviously that didn't happen! He's such a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYTQtPg-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/J_GRlg-URV4/s1600-h/100_2449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239396394235656674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYTQtPg-eI/AAAAAAAAADU/J_GRlg-URV4/s320/100_2449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jett taking a ride in his stroller. This was his first stroller ride thanks to my cousin Amber who had a carseat adapter for my stroller. He slept the whole time except for the last couple of minutes when he woke up because he had gas. Must be the Sneck coming out in him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYSQHpE6wI/AAAAAAAAACM/jdPAf9KznXg/s1600-h/100_2173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239395284630694658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYSQHpE6wI/AAAAAAAAACM/jdPAf9KznXg/s320/100_2173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Four generations!!! Jett, Zachary, Terry, and Grandpa Gene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYSQTrjXSI/AAAAAAAAACU/a_09yJ41aLs/s1600-h/100_2400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239395287862304034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYSQTrjXSI/AAAAAAAAACU/a_09yJ41aLs/s320/100_2400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister Melea playing cards while holding Jett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYSQVGLJ-I/AAAAAAAAACc/C_XTt6RGHe4/s1600-h/100_2225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239395288242399202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYSQVGLJ-I/AAAAAAAAACc/C_XTt6RGHe4/s320/100_2225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 9th of July, 2 days after Jett was born, my sister, her husband and her son flew in from Kentucky. Their luggage got lost so she is wearing all of my clothes. Don't ask what I'm doing in the background, I couldn't tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYSQ1DAbQI/AAAAAAAAACk/GVQA7n-uyWA/s1600-h/100_2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239395296819047682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYSQ1DAbQI/AAAAAAAAACk/GVQA7n-uyWA/s320/100_2224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melea rocking Jett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYSRIehvcI/AAAAAAAAACs/r4sZ4eGZUj8/s1600-h/100_2510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239395302034750914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYSRIehvcI/AAAAAAAAACs/r4sZ4eGZUj8/s320/100_2510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jett. (That date on the picture is wrong, obviously!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYRZz_CGGI/AAAAAAAAABk/nQPrKG8jqDY/s1600-h/100_2522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239394351641139298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYRZz_CGGI/AAAAAAAAABk/nQPrKG8jqDY/s320/100_2522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my nephew Maddox and my cousin Whitney. Maddox just woke up from a nap and his hair looked too cute, so I had to take a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYRaCD8jpI/AAAAAAAAABs/VJ-0BREnQaI/s1600-h/100_2241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239394355419844242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYRaCD8jpI/AAAAAAAAABs/VJ-0BREnQaI/s320/100_2241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddox at the hospital with Jett. Maddox is 7 months older than Jett. He's huge! I can't believe that Jett is going to be that big someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYRaeCwTMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gUhhAj5nUIo/s1600-h/100_2394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239394362931039426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYRaeCwTMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gUhhAj5nUIo/s320/100_2394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool hat Jeef...NOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and you have a big head! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYRavadBrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fNFAODhWWBI/s1600-h/100_2227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239394367593842354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYRavadBrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fNFAODhWWBI/s320/100_2227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother-in-law, Jeff, holding Jett at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYRa-3d-4I/AAAAAAAAACE/7TXQ3wnpAm8/s1600-h/100_2399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239394371742071682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYRa-3d-4I/AAAAAAAAACE/7TXQ3wnpAm8/s320/100_2399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melea playing cards with Jett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647824642567491350-7190963127247630170?l=zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7190963127247630170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647824642567491350&amp;postID=7190963127247630170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/7190963127247630170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/7190963127247630170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/catch-up-photos.html' title='Catch-Up Photos'/><author><name>Valissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893248247431436741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLYT3M4QmbI/AAAAAAAAADc/LhfFEx5lZuU/s72-c/100_2442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647824642567491350.post-144111610796597158</id><published>2008-08-26T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:54:16.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family Blog</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, this is a long time over due. Better late then never, right! Melea, I hope you're happy. Things have been crazy with a new baby, so I've been trying to figure out life. I actually just figured out how to take a shower without someone watching Jett. It was about a 30 sec. shower, but I did it none the less. I'm SLOWLY adjusting to being a mom, but I wouldn't change a thing. I have the most perfect son in the whole world. Hopefully I can figure out this blog thing to post a picture or a video of him. My sister has shown me numerous times how to do it, but this time I'm going to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLSkZwRovOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xiaz3fGoWrY/s1600-h/100_2168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLSkZwRovOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xiaz3fGoWrY/s320/100_2168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238993028901289186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Jett Zachary Pitts. He was born the 7th of July at 8:34 am weighing in at 6 lbs. 2 oz. and 18 1/2 inches long. He's obviously a lot bigger now, but I was just learning how to post a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647824642567491350-144111610796597158?l=zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/144111610796597158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647824642567491350&amp;postID=144111610796597158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/144111610796597158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647824642567491350/posts/default/144111610796597158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zvpittsfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-family-blog.html' title='Our Family Blog'/><author><name>Valissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03893248247431436741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FfcuPkOTNd0/SLSkZwRovOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xiaz3fGoWrY/s72-c/100_2168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
