<?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-12828490</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:53:38.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack n Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112839609790914885</id><published>2005-10-03T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:21:37.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no</title><content type='html'>bob loves to ask Jack all sorts of questions.. like do you want to take a nap now?  or do you want to stay here at home while mommy and me go out and have fun?  or do you want to have a cookie?  mostly jack answers with the cutest little "no" and then he shakes his head.. it is cute.. But Bob loves to hear that little voice talk back.. &lt;br /&gt;there will be a time in the near future where we will say "be quiet", enough talking.. but now we are thrilled to hear the little words that come out of his mouth. &lt;br /&gt;He has been super cute giving me tons and tons of kisses.. I just have to tell him to be gentle.. he really presses hard when he kisses sometimes and sometimes right on the mouth.. it makes me laugh, but it is a little inappropriate.  &lt;br /&gt;I need to say no no no a little too hard. Be gentle with mama.. He is so rough , he doesn't know his own strength. I don't think he means to hurt.. but he is so boy.  Throws himself down on things.. runs into things .  loves to wrestle around.  I need to have another boy I think so they can run around and get that boy energy out together..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112839609790914885?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112839609790914885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112839609790914885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112839609790914885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112839609790914885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/10/no.html' title='no'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112768423592114785</id><published>2005-09-25T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:37:15.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new words</title><content type='html'>Jack has a new word that he calls out a lot.. so apparently this word means a lot of different things.. it is &lt;br /&gt;a-deb-a   .. he says it over and over and over.. until he can get what he wants.. he is talking in sentences .. his very own Jack sentences.. mixed with a-deb-a in them and words I can't even begin to write ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112768423592114785?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112768423592114785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112768423592114785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112768423592114785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112768423592114785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-words.html' title='new words'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112768406756987530</id><published>2005-09-25T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:34:27.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got the yuckies</title><content type='html'>so I wasn't sick at all with jack.. I escaped with a really easy pregnancy.. yipee for me.. but not yippee for me now.. I've got a touch of morning sickness. I have good days and bad days.. &lt;br /&gt;last Friday I woke up feeling really sick.. went to the park with some friends and threw up at the park and from there the day got so  much worse..  I just want to say , I don't know how Karli did it for all those weeks.. I was so miserable, grumpy and mad at the world.. I couldn't handle it if I had that everyday.. so thankful that I am better and no more eating sasage from the freezer that is really old.. sorry if anyone suffered from my sasage lasagna.. I promise I will not do that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112768406756987530?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112768406756987530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112768406756987530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112768406756987530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112768406756987530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-got-yuckies.html' title='I&apos;ve got the yuckies'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112718976534561634</id><published>2005-09-19T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:19:10.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh!</title><content type='html'>today was not a day to brag about.. but I need to get out my frustrations..&lt;br /&gt;so I met a friend for coffee down on Hawthorne this afternoon and when I went back to my car , it was gone.. vanished.. I waiting around the curb, thinking I am losing my mind?  I walked around the block and thought maybe I had just lost it.. but no, it was gone.. I had parked a little close to the houses driveway and I thought they probably had me towed.. so I knocked on their door and they said they didn't see my car and that they didn't know what happened.. so I called the police and they have record of towing and said no it wasn't towed.. bummer, stolen?  in broad daylight? the police came out to talk to me and I filed a report ..  for a little while I was walking around feeling lost without my car and helpless to know what to do?  &lt;br /&gt;and upset at whoever took my car...ugh!!  A half an hour later, the police come back to tell me, oh we just got it listed, it was towed.. and told me where it was.. Bob was so good to me, as I called him and was keeping him updated of the situation. he didn't repremand me or get mad.. took it all in.. the $170 later, ($130 for getting it out of towing, and the $40 ticket I got)   BIG whoopsie for Amers today.. I feel humbled and a little embarrassed.. But a really expensive lesson to not park blocking someones driveway..&lt;br /&gt;and those people who told me they knew nothing of the car that was blocking their driveway.. I'm sure was lying to me.. ohhh ugh again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112718976534561634?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112718976534561634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112718976534561634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112718976534561634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112718976534561634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/09/ugh.html' title='ugh!'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112684159164682084</id><published>2005-09-15T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:34:35.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pregnant!</title><content type='html'>I have told a lot of people .. But officially now.. We are pregnant and due May 5th..  Yeah for us.. and AHHHH for us!!  how in the world do people have more than one. ? Tell me please.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112684159164682084?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112684159164682084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112684159164682084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112684159164682084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112684159164682084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/09/pregnant.html' title='pregnant!'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112684156649405231</id><published>2005-09-15T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:32:46.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just stuff</title><content type='html'>I was walking with a friend today, and she was asking about having a baby.  How hard it was?  What was the hardest part about pregnancy?  hardest part of having a baby?   and I was answering them, and thinking to myself , why do so many people go through this?  It is so tough and requires all of you, and really not a lot in return, as far as I can see now.. &lt;br /&gt;then she asked , so would you recommend that I have a baby?  &lt;br /&gt;I had to think for a while , because I am in the middle of the crazy years but then it made sense . yes , yes you should have one, and go through the sleepless nights and the screaming fits and the giving up of yourself.. because you get to see this little one experience life new.. you get to live life again through his eyes. the craziness of the early years will only last 3-4 years , then they will start to grow up and be independent, and you get to have this relationship with someone that you wouldn't have with anyone else.. you get to be an influence on their life in a great way..  and I said I would regret so much if I woke up in my 60's and looked back on my life (never having kids)  knowing I missed out on something so big and so meaningful..   &lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have friends ask you those questions, because I needed to see the big picture today.. thank you.. and I hope you have a sweet little one someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112684156649405231?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112684156649405231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112684156649405231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112684156649405231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112684156649405231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-stuff.html' title='just stuff'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112537432865056449</id><published>2005-08-29T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:58:48.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nice people</title><content type='html'>it is so good to have people in your life that totally bless you right when you need it.. I had an aweful day on Friday , Jack was teething and I didn't know it until the afternoon, he was not happy, screaming , biting, head butting.. and the last straw was when he wacked me a good one right in the eye, I lost it, I started having a breakdown , couldn't handle it anymore!!  &lt;br /&gt;then my neighbor called , said she was on her way home and was going to Target and asked if I wanted to come..   so perfect !  I later thanked her for saving my day !!  it was such perfect timing, I seriously doubt I would have made it that day sane if it wasn't for her. &lt;br /&gt;Friday Bob met with Betsy (a girl from our church) and she just happened to make extra of lasagna and salad, and gave it to Bob .. an amazing lasagna by the way, I need to get the recipe.. wow.. a nice meal all made .. perfect ...  &lt;br /&gt;Saturday I met some of my college friends to hang and just being able to talk to them and tell them some frustrations, I feel like I can totally be myself and complain and vent without holding back .. It just felt good, and it felt good to hear some encouragement from them.. thank you&lt;br /&gt;Then after church, my sweet sister offers to take Jack home for his nap and let me stay , so I could relax and hang with people after church..  perfect! &lt;br /&gt;and today, my favorite husband told me to go have a break, so I left at 10 this morning  spent some time at a coffee shop alone (yippeee) , and then had lunch with a really dear friend , and it was so good to catch up and hear what is going on with her.. i seriously love this girl, and she is an encouragment just being who she is.. &lt;br /&gt;so thank you to the amazing people in my life who love me and are there for me...I need you and am glad your in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112537432865056449?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112537432865056449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112537432865056449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112537432865056449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112537432865056449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/08/nice-people.html' title='nice people'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112537289896947531</id><published>2005-08-29T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:34:58.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy n jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/38461568/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos28.flickr.com/38461568_9cccb60ceb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/38461568/"&gt;Amy n jack&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/70484538@N00/"&gt;ameechans&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112537289896947531?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112537289896947531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112537289896947531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112537289896947531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112537289896947531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/08/amy-n-jack.html' title='Amy n jack'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112485333639043714</id><published>2005-08-23T20:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:15:36.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa reading with Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/36703640/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos27.flickr.com/36703640_36a59801b1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/36703640/"&gt;Grandpa reading with Jack&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/70484538@N00/"&gt;ameechans&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112485333639043714?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112485333639043714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112485333639043714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112485333639043714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112485333639043714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/08/grandpa-reading-with-jack.html' title='Grandpa reading with Jack'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112485331629204211</id><published>2005-08-23T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:15:16.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting muddy in Sunriver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/36703641/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos29.flickr.com/36703641_42213bc7bc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/36703641/"&gt;getting muddy in Sunriver&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/70484538@N00/"&gt;ameechans&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112485331629204211?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112485331629204211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112485331629204211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112485331629204211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112485331629204211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/08/getting-muddy-in-sunriver.html' title='getting muddy in Sunriver'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112485330097795232</id><published>2005-08-23T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:15:00.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walking with his Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/36703642/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos31.flickr.com/36703642_e0a36735b8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/36703642/"&gt;walking with his Grandma&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/70484538@N00/"&gt;ameechans&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112485330097795232?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112485330097795232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112485330097795232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112485330097795232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112485330097795232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/08/walking-with-his-grandma.html' title='walking with his Grandma'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112485328004227548</id><published>2005-08-23T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:14:40.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>his friend Kailey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/36703645/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos29.flickr.com/36703645_1759518d81_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/36703645/"&gt;his friend Kailey&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/70484538@N00/"&gt;ameechans&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112485328004227548?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112485328004227548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112485328004227548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112485328004227548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112485328004227548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/08/his-friend-kailey.html' title='his friend Kailey'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112485325203221754</id><published>2005-08-23T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:14:12.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking for trucks or Jen jen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/36703643/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/36703643_6946892218_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/36703643/"&gt;looking for trucks or Jen jen&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/70484538@N00/"&gt;ameechans&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112485325203221754?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112485325203221754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112485325203221754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112485325203221754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112485325203221754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/08/looking-for-trucks-or-jen-jen.html' title='looking for trucks or Jen jen'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112273510282353939</id><published>2005-07-30T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T07:51:42.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in my turtle pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/29680082/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/29680082_dfdbc38d73_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/29680082/"&gt;Playing in my turtle pool&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/70484538@N00/"&gt;ameechans&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112273510282353939?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112273510282353939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112273510282353939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112273510282353939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112273510282353939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/07/playing-in-my-turtle-pool.html' title='Playing in my turtle pool'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112273505949019745</id><published>2005-07-30T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T07:50:59.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooling off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/29680083/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/29680083_5ef987ed15_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/29680083/"&gt;Cooling off&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/70484538@N00/"&gt;ameechans&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112273505949019745?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112273505949019745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112273505949019745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112273505949019745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112273505949019745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/07/cooling-off.html' title='Cooling off'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112273308679630740</id><published>2005-07-30T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T07:18:06.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>predictable life</title><content type='html'>That is what I have.. Jack did it to us. Being married did it to us.  It is not at all bad. I like it.. wake up between 6:00 and 7:00 Whenever Jack wakes.  feed him breakfast , I have breakfast. play with Jack.  Jack, Clem  and Bob go for their morning walk together. then we kiss and wave bye bye to Daddy. get Jack and I ready. go to park or do some errands. Take Jack home for his nap. I read during his nap. After he wakes, we either play outside with our neighbors or something similiar. Dad gets home, and we are all excited.  Eat dinner .  Get Jack ready for Bed, after we put him down, Bob and I watch one of our TV episodes off DVD.. it's great.  I am blessed to have a house and to be able to stay home with Jack.  What a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112273308679630740?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112273308679630740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112273308679630740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112273308679630740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112273308679630740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/07/predictable-life.html' title='predictable life'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112241115243157644</id><published>2005-07-26T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:52:32.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waking early</title><content type='html'>Jack has been waking up so early these days.. bummer.. 5:00, 5:30am, 6:00am.. oh why why why why.. I ask.. then he is super cranky and tired, and wants to do two naps again. I thought I'd complain here to my blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little boy in our neighborhood that has a crush on me.. his name is Kegan , he is 5 years old and kinda acts like he is an adult.. he is very verbal and talks up anyone standing near.. Yesterday he was talking to Max's grandma (max is our 6 week old neighbor) and Max's grandma asked how old are you, he said 5 and how old are you?? he he...  &lt;br /&gt;After we had a play time together on Friday he told him mom that he never wants to move, because he didn't want to leave Amy.. and I guess he talks about me a lot with everyone.. I love little 5 yr.old crushes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112241115243157644?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112241115243157644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112241115243157644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112241115243157644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112241115243157644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/07/waking-early.html' title='waking early'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112183275071827190</id><published>2005-07-19T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:12:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X rated</title><content type='html'>so we bought a little turtle 4.99 pool for Jack, and we put it out on the back deck.. he loves loves loves it.. he goes in his birthday suit..&lt;br /&gt;he especially likes the measuring cups and bucket.. he fills up the cup and dumps it in the bucket. he  always has to have a drink of it too.&lt;br /&gt;and the other night he tried to make out with me.. he pressed his little lips and face hard against mine lips to lips.. It was when I was putting him to bed and he normally gives me a sweet little kiss on the  cheek, but he got aggressive. I kinda laughed and brushed him off, but then he tried again to do it.. &lt;br /&gt;oh my.. what is a girl to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112183275071827190?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112183275071827190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112183275071827190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112183275071827190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112183275071827190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/07/x-rated.html' title='X rated'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112059628913650615</id><published>2005-07-05T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:46:07.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random things</title><content type='html'>a couple of fridays ago we went to an art in the park in Lake oswego. There was a band playing and Jack was hanging out in front laughing , and dancing to the music, it was so cute, and everyone that saw him was pointing and enjoying the entertainment provided by him..  then one lady had her  camera and was taking tons of pictures of him.. it was so cute.. and she just couldn't get enough of him.. that does something for a mom and dad.. Bob and I just went away so proud.. thinking and saying that that made us feel good.. we can't get enough of him either and it's fun to share the joy of Jack with others.  &lt;br /&gt;He said thank you, and cracker and book really clearly this week.. and he has picked up on the word "no"  ... oops , we say that way too often to him.. now he is saying it back with much gusto and firmness like we say it to him.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara my sister moved to town, soo happy about that, she moved into a community girls house .. she is looking for a job and getting settled.. it has been crazy busy with all the details of that.. but so glad she has come to town and I now have a little bit of family in town..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112059628913650615?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112059628913650615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112059628913650615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112059628913650615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112059628913650615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/07/random-things.html' title='random things'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-112016476869713251</id><published>2005-06-30T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T13:52:48.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zoo today</title><content type='html'>we went to the zoo today with our neighbor and her 5 week old.  we saw butterflys that were amazing colors.. Jack was trying to say the word butterfly.  it came out not quite right, .. he also loved petting the goats and fell and hit his head on a rock while in the petting zoo..  I gotta keep so on top of my little active boy.. can't take my eyes off for a second.. Jack is fine though thank God.. &lt;br /&gt;That reminds me that we took Clem to the vet yesterday for routine shots, and while there we saw a puppy that had just got run over, so sad, it took me off guard, and I totally couldn't stop thinking about it.. I think I started to think, Oh I'm so glad it wasn't clem, then I started thinking , Oh I'm so glad it wasn't Jack, and thinking how aweful that would be if it was.. Very hard thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-112016476869713251?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/112016476869713251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=112016476869713251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112016476869713251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/112016476869713251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/zoo-today.html' title='zoo today'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111954193238929103</id><published>2005-06-23T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:52:12.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>melting a mama's heart</title><content type='html'>When I put Jack down for bed at night, I sing to him and rock him a little bit, and he always puts his head down and snuggles in , lately he has been turning his head and planting a sweet little kiss on my cheek .. I don't even ask for kisses..  so my mama's heart melts everytime he does it.. so so sweet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111954193238929103?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111954193238929103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111954193238929103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111954193238929103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111954193238929103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/melting-mamas-heart.html' title='melting a mama&apos;s heart'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111893429386751195</id><published>2005-06-16T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T08:04:53.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack with his two girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/19700647/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/19700647_03bcb9875b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/19700647/"&gt;Jack with his two girls&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/70484538@N00/"&gt;ameechans&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111893429386751195?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111893429386751195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111893429386751195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111893429386751195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111893429386751195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/jack-with-his-two-girls.html' title='Jack with his two girls'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111893427383792624</id><published>2005-06-16T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T08:04:33.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/19700646/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/19700646_bc44a271dd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/19700646/"&gt;I'm a big boy&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/70484538@N00/"&gt;ameechans&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111893427383792624?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111893427383792624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111893427383792624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111893427383792624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111893427383792624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-big-boy.html' title='I&apos;m a big boy'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111886629278947554</id><published>2005-06-15T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T13:12:06.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>berry picking</title><content type='html'>today we went strawberry picking.. not even 2 minutes into it he was already filthy from sitting in the dirt , trying to eat the dirt.  Then he sat on  a Stawberry, ate about 15 strawberries, and he doesn't just take little bites and savor them, he sticks the whole baba in his mouth and the juice comes streaming down his face, legs hands shirt....  one lady asked if he had a rash, because his leg was stained red.. &lt;br /&gt;but the strawberries were to die for.. yummy sweet juicy baba's....I'll have to post a picture of our experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111886629278947554?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111886629278947554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111886629278947554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111886629278947554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111886629278947554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/berry-picking.html' title='berry picking'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111871900666778941</id><published>2005-06-13T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:26:20.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day</title><content type='html'>today was my first day of training.. I sat in on 4 classes of babies and songs.. I actually had fun.  and one girl named Alisa stole my heart and made my day.. &lt;br /&gt;this cute little girl has downs syndrome, and I was standing next to her just smiling and waving, and she reached out and practically threw herself on me.. she gave me a huge hug and a huge smile and everytime I was around her and her mom, she held her arms out like she wanted me to hold her.. I loved it.. then talking to her mom, she said she never does that, and actually only goes to dad, mom and one other girl that comes over once a week to babysit..  Made me feel so good, seriously made my day .. this tiny little girl doesn't know it but she made a difference for me today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111871900666778941?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111871900666778941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111871900666778941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111871900666778941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111871900666778941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-day.html' title='first day'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111860845546645419</id><published>2005-06-12T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T13:34:15.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ba ba ba ba's</title><content type='html'>Jack calls grapes and strawberries ba ba ba ba's  .. I wish you could hear him say it , with his influx in voice and speech.. it is funny.  I think He learns words of things that interest him.   so there is a picture of a potty in one of his books.. and I told him you go po po in the potty.. and now he points to his diaper and says po po /pa  pa  and he holds his nose like it is stinky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and I think Jack is very smart.  bob asks do all the other babies know as much as Jack?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111860845546645419?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111860845546645419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111860845546645419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111860845546645419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111860845546645419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/ba-ba-ba-bas.html' title='ba ba ba ba&apos;s'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111832756497806994</id><published>2005-06-09T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T07:32:44.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jack watching the garbage truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/18351998/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/18351998_a1d2c54fb9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/18351998/"&gt;jack watching the garbage truck&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/70484538@N00/"&gt;ameechans&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jack crawls up on the stool by our bay window and watches for trucks, and daddy.. &lt;br /&gt;this was taken this morning as the big garbage truck rolls by.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111832756497806994?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111832756497806994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111832756497806994' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111832756497806994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111832756497806994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/jack-watching-garbage-truck.html' title='jack watching the garbage truck'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111817195893142125</id><published>2005-06-07T12:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:50:47.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymboree job</title><content type='html'>so It is official, I'm a gymboree teacher!!  so now everyday is a gymboree day!! yipeeeeeeee..  I start my training on Saturday.. I have to say, I really enjoyed my time when I was "trying out" .  they had me lead a song, and chat with parents during a class.. I really liked it.. it felt natural.. I  love laughing at all the babies and moms love talking about their darling little one.  So, I guess this house will never feel a lack of singing.. at gymboree there is a song for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111817195893142125?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111817195893142125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111817195893142125' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111817195893142125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111817195893142125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/gymboree-job_07.html' title='Gymboree job'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111801255572242881</id><published>2005-06-05T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T16:02:35.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hittin'</title><content type='html'>Jack has been hitting all the other little babies and kids.. I think that is his way of saying hi.  but yesterday at Gymboree he really smacked a little boy, and the boy went crashing down backwards on his head.  His mom was none to happy..  I saw the other moms protecting their babies whenever JACK would come around.  last night he hit baby Ben at least 3 times , I'm not sure what to do next, we pinch his bum hard and say no ..  but it doesn't seem to be working... anyone have any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111801255572242881?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111801255572242881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111801255572242881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111801255572242881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111801255572242881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/hittin.html' title='hittin&apos;'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111789851672263631</id><published>2005-06-04T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T08:21:56.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P1010047</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/17395715/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17395715_ca81bcfe31_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/17395715/"&gt;P1010047&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/70484538@N00/"&gt;ameechans&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jack's favorite thing is to swing.. he could do it for hours&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111789851672263631?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111789851672263631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111789851672263631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111789851672263631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111789851672263631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/p1010047.html' title='P1010047'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111789818985601263</id><published>2005-06-04T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T08:23:43.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feedin' myself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/17393033/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/17393033_de1fd5529f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/17393033/"&gt;P1010085&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/70484538@N00/"&gt;ameechans&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;learning to eat with a spoon turned into this..&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111789818985601263?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111789818985601263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111789818985601263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111789818985601263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111789818985601263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-feedin-myself.html' title='I&apos;m feedin&apos; myself!'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111789751795031902</id><published>2005-06-04T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T08:08:37.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70484538@N00/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111789751795031902?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111789751795031902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111789751795031902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111789751795031902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111789751795031902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/img-srchttpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111789599841045205</id><published>2005-06-04T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T07:41:41.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun things</title><content type='html'>We went to Red Robin last night, and when  Bob got up to go to the bathroom, we were sitting in a booth, and him in a booster seat by Bob, he decided he was done being in his seat and he tipped over...&lt;br /&gt;from there he toddled about the restaurant and especially stopping at all the babies and kids and waving at them..  &lt;br /&gt;this morning bob let him eat his yogurt with a spoon all by himself, well it was quite a mess.. but he is learning.  &lt;br /&gt;he is also learning how to give hugs and kisses.. I told him to go give daddy a hug and he went and put his head over on bob and he nuzzled in.. he also learned how to kiss..his kisses are just slight touches with his lips..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111789599841045205?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111789599841045205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111789599841045205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111789599841045205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111789599841045205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/fun-things.html' title='fun things'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111783123266487064</id><published>2005-06-03T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:40:32.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack!</title><content type='html'>Bob has been teaching Jack where all his body parts are, he knows tummy, eyes, ears, nose, mouth, hair, head, legs , feet, hands,   This morning Bob taught him that he is Jack..&lt;br /&gt;he points to himself and says Jack!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111783123266487064?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111783123266487064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111783123266487064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111783123266487064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111783123266487064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/jack.html' title='Jack!'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111776843066493592</id><published>2005-06-02T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:13:50.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo and trucks</title><content type='html'>Jacks two newest words..  as we pass tractors and trucks he yells them out.. TRUCK!  TRACTOR! DUCK! WATER! All birds are DUCKS!  today we also watched the garbage truck pick up our garbage, he waved out our window at the garbage truck driver.. (do you think he gets a lot of kids waving at him?)   When Daddy leaves in the morning I say, lets say bye bye to daddy and he runs over to the bay window and climbs up on the stool and waves out the window to him..   Recently Bob bought him a Huge book called Lift, look and learn with ELmo and there is a big picture of Elmo on it.. he says malmo, which is Elmo is Jack language..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111776843066493592?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111776843066493592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111776843066493592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111776843066493592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111776843066493592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/elmo-and-trucks.html' title='Elmo and trucks'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111765575227974377</id><published>2005-06-01T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T12:55:52.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waving</title><content type='html'>we went to costco today and Jack was waving at everyone, the people behind us in line , everyone that walked by.  I can't get him to wave on command to Bob or I or people he knows, but he likes just being friendly I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111765575227974377?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111765575227974377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111765575227974377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111765575227974377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111765575227974377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/06/waving.html' title='waving'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111756754319622471</id><published>2005-05-31T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T12:25:43.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falling asleep</title><content type='html'>Jack as you all know just started taking  only one nap after lunch, well he gets pretty sleepy around noonish now.. As he was eating his chicken nuggets today he started falling asleep.  it was too funny, he would take a bite of chicken and then nod off..  He was super tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111756754319622471?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111756754319622471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111756754319622471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111756754319622471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111756754319622471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/05/falling-asleep.html' title='falling asleep'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111742423422764940</id><published>2005-05-29T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T20:37:14.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping with Jack</title><content type='html'>Went to Old Navel today looking for some shorts for the whole family..  I thought that when I got there they would have a cart for me to put Jack in.. well they were all in use when I arrived.... what in the _____??  so it started off with a little calm boy looking at the baby shorts (that lasted for 20 seconds), then he wiggled and squirmed so I had to let him down, he took off, tore clothes off the racks, found a rack of hangers and thought they were his toys, banging them here and there..    Well Jack couldn't really get enough of the whole store, he found a football and threw it around the store and would chase it. it rolled under a rack, and he laid on the floor and was grunting and pointing and wanting me to get it.   What happened to the strolling along looking and browsing? .. Jack thought that the store was his playground.. he was in heaven, I was in crazyland??  just a little snippet of my day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111742423422764940?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111742423422764940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111742423422764940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111742423422764940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111742423422764940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/05/shopping-with-jack.html' title='shopping with Jack'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111737673330014417</id><published>2005-05-29T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T07:25:33.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep and vacuums</title><content type='html'>ok a year ago I never would have written about these things and had them be so important.  But I am so excited about these two things.. let me tell you about them blog.&lt;br /&gt;my dad came by last week.  he is a trucker and stops in as he is going through portland and I was telling him about my contant sleep deprivation usually caused by a 5:30 am  waking husband and a 6:00 waking child.. so he told me some advice about naps for Jack , to only give him one nap a day and see if that helped his a.m. wake time.  &lt;br /&gt;so thank you Daddy O..  Jack is a happier baby and he wakes at 7:00-7:30  I feel like I am in heaven , as I type this now, it is 7:20  no could it be?  I had an hour of alone time this morning. had my a.m. coffee and oatmeal .. wow couldn't be??  am I dreaming?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacuumophoria.....  our vacuum hasn't worked for at least a year, and yes we have a dog , a black hairy dog .  and yes we have our precious 1 yr old , very cute, but not at all clean.. if you have a little one you know what I mean, smeared banana guts on walls, sticky hands and crumbs everywhere.. so we were looking at getting a new vacuum.. they are expensive.. It's hard to spend 300-500 dollars on a vacuum, but I was brushing the carpets and trying to get up hair and crumbs by hand.. I eventually gave up on some carpet and let it go.. it was disgusting..  Last night Bob fixed our vacuum.. go husband of mine.  all it needed was a belt..  we are kinda silly we didn't know..  But I am in vacuum heaven I vacuumed everything and looked at our carpets and didn't know they were so nice.  wow, love it, you don't know how happy it makes me .. thanks husband of mine, you rock my world..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111737673330014417?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111737673330014417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111737673330014417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111737673330014417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111737673330014417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleep-and-vacuums.html' title='sleep and vacuums'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111613180934825815</id><published>2005-05-14T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T21:36:49.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fav day... seriously</title><content type='html'>So, I knew today was going to be good.. Bob told me not to plan anything today , he had a surprise.  So I found this out on tuesday.  I had been anticipating and thinking about today and asking Bob what are we doing?  Are you excited?  I'm excited!!  When are we going?  Where are we going?  is it going to be all day? &lt;br /&gt; I talked to a friend later on today and she said sometimes we wake up and the day is harder than we think, but sometimes the day is so much better than we ever could have imagined .. and that has been my day..&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Zollner and 14 other girls for Evergreen all pitched in and gave me a sweet sweet gift..  &lt;br /&gt;she first had girl brunch at Mothers Bistro at 10:30 today, yummy girl time and yummy frittatas , then she gave me an envelope that had A gift card to Aveda's salon for a hour massage scheduled for 12:30..  &lt;br /&gt;as Sarah and I walked into Aveda's I hear, "there she is!!!"  I look up and see Molly Zollner, a sweet familiar face who is the manager there, I walk back and get into my white robe and got the aromatheraphy massage , as I was laying my face down into the holder, I started to get emotional, I was thinking I can't believe I have such nice friends that would do this for me, good thing my face was buried in the massage table.  Then Molly did my make-up .  we walked out in the street and she handed me another envelope.. this time for $60 to have fun with, to shop .. so we went to farmers market and saturday market. I bought a photograph of the gorge , beautiful, I hope it will remind me of this day as I frame it and hang it!   we went back to Sarahs house .. saw her cute house , took a nap.. (love naps)   Then she hands me another envelope with money for dinner as she drives me to meet Bob at Oba's.  Can you believe my day?  I am being lavished upon, given more than I deserve, loved more, crazy celebrated,  generous people who have given even when they don't have much..  I feel loved, I feel extravagent, I feel like this is a good day for me, to feel so like people went over the top for me.. I just feel thankful, I feel amost like I don't know what I did to deserve this?    nothing,  I have done nothing..but grow older. (in fact, I"m thankful for Deb to point that out to me!, I am old)   I kept asking Sarah, this is a lot, this is too much!!  she kept saying, well ok, I'll only do this for when you turn 30!  I think I'll just remember this day as my fav. perf day of my life.. seriously!!!  Love you girls , love you husband, and especially love My Sarah Zollner..  she is a friend I can depend on and love with all my heart. What a great day , a great break from being a mom.. thank you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111613180934825815?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111613180934825815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111613180934825815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111613180934825815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111613180934825815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-fav-day-seriously.html' title='My fav day... seriously'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111591865499663409</id><published>2005-05-12T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T10:25:26.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacuumin'</title><content type='html'>Today Jack helped me vacuum..  I gave him our swiffer and he started pushing it around. so funny!! hopefully his love of vacuuming will stay ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111591865499663409?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111591865499663409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111591865499663409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111591865499663409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111591865499663409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/05/vacuumin.html' title='vacuumin&apos;'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12828490.post-111585137686415847</id><published>2005-05-11T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T15:42:56.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop</title><content type='html'>so as I was picking up clem poop the other day , with my little white bag , I bent over and asked myself,  is my life all about poop???  wiping poop from jack's bum and dealing with dog poop..&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong. I don't mind poop.  in fact I get really excited about it, and laugh at all the poop that comes out of Jacks bung hole.  I don't  mind changing  , it gives me a sense of accomplishment .  at the end of the diaper change I give a little squirt of baby powder and it feels all fresh and clean.. love it..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Bob put Jacks diaper on crooked or just too loose and part of his bum cheek was sticking out of the diaper.  you guessed it, jack pooped and it went all over,  I tried to show Bob and have him deal with it, but he just said , "no no yuck, what am I suppose to do with that? just go throw it in the trash"     I'm glad I am around , you can't go throwing away clothes just because they got a little poop on them..  I had to show Bob how to take it to the sink and rinse it.. I told him this just in case this kind of thing happens when I'm not around..  so funny, I'm still chuckling at Bob wanting to throw his clothes away.. Good thing I'm here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12828490-111585137686415847?l=jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/feeds/111585137686415847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12828490&amp;postID=111585137686415847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111585137686415847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12828490/posts/default/111585137686415847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknmehyatt.blogspot.com/2005/05/poop.html' title='Poop'/><author><name>amyhyatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415322403272782568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
