<?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-6155466801364193438</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:03:19.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don and Janie plus 2</title><subtitle type='html'>For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

– John 3:16 (KJV)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-334587410769268991</id><published>2009-06-15T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:05:18.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jaxon acting like the nut he is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350969480037449986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SkJ2ZDWWwQI/AAAAAAAAAj8/dwx_cjEyhJI/s320/2009+202.jpg" /&gt; Dylan and Hali&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350968936651854594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SkJ15bFIkwI/AAAAAAAAAj0/-Wy8rYzb-TA/s320/Dyl%26hali.JPG" /&gt;Jaxon NOT doing a flip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350968644482141154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SkJ1oaqci-I/AAAAAAAAAjs/sC6SAUBst1I/s320/2009+273.jpg" /&gt;My Sweet Dylan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350968266822175874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SkJ1SbxSzII/AAAAAAAAAjk/etmFF3sK3Ok/s320/2009+271.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well the summer has begun and the boys are SO HAPPY to be out of school. So far, they haven't done much. Play video games, swim, ride bikes, play basketball, etc. Here are some pictures so far, from Summer Break 2009 and more to follow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-334587410769268991?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/334587410769268991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=334587410769268991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/334587410769268991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/334587410769268991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-2009.html' title='Summer 2009'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SkJ2ZDWWwQI/AAAAAAAAAj8/dwx_cjEyhJI/s72-c/2009+202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-1630988068329636561</id><published>2009-05-30T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:58:30.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaxon turns 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350966105068408002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SkJzUmnCDMI/AAAAAAAAAjc/j4m6wIODSXA/s320/2009+257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350965641528527250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SkJy5nygyZI/AAAAAAAAAjU/JZFuHNdlQQo/s320/2009+168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350965262305279218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SkJyjjEpPPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/3PtXD-d7wsc/s320/2009+164.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My baby turned 7 on May 16th!!! It you could see my face, you would see a very proud but sad Mommy. MY BABY IS 7 YEARS OLD!!! He had a great birthday MONTH!!! He had a pool party on May 9th and 17 of his friends showed up!!! And then he had another birthday party on May 23rd with the family. It was a great month long celebration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-1630988068329636561?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/1630988068329636561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=1630988068329636561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/1630988068329636561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/1630988068329636561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2009/06/jaxon-turns-7.html' title='Jaxon turns 7'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SkJzUmnCDMI/AAAAAAAAAjc/j4m6wIODSXA/s72-c/2009+257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-5912947031737923245</id><published>2009-04-20T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:28:50.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaxon's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/ShLrXFXDNoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/h6VYuqmTXBo/s1600-h/DSC_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337587290195834498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/ShLrXFXDNoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/h6VYuqmTXBo/s320/DSC_0314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; was baptized on April 19, 2009. He was so excited. We were getting ready for the baptism and he was just smiling like crazy. Right before Brother Jason put him under the water, he gave me a little grin and down he went! What a blessed day it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-5912947031737923245?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/5912947031737923245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=5912947031737923245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/5912947031737923245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/5912947031737923245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2009/04/jaxons-baptism.html' title='Jaxon&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/ShLrXFXDNoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/h6VYuqmTXBo/s72-c/DSC_0314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-4852838904202983726</id><published>2009-04-13T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:06:09.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350971386845970898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SkJ4ICw7wdI/AAAAAAAAAkM/43C8SMQH0YE/s320/DSC_0260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350971057347810690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SkJ303Sc1YI/AAAAAAAAAkE/k43fA62motU/s320/DSC_0195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337589431367822162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/ShLtTt2O61I/AAAAAAAAAfM/cGUw7d6w9hY/s320/DSC_0280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  We started our Easter morning praise our Lord! We had a great Easter service. After we got home, the boys had their traditional "plastic" Easter egg hunt!!! We had lots of fun and memories were made. God is so good and I am so thankful for all the blessings that I have received in my 36 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-4852838904202983726?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/4852838904202983726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=4852838904202983726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/4852838904202983726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/4852838904202983726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SkJ4ICw7wdI/AAAAAAAAAkM/43C8SMQH0YE/s72-c/DSC_0260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-3793694647344006490</id><published>2009-04-06T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:45:07.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SALVATION OF A 6 YEAR OLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My precious baby boy accepted Jesus yesterday. What an awesome feeling to know that my entire family will be in heaven one day. I no longer have to wonder "what if". I am amazed how our Lord works. Many may think that a 6 year old (almost 7 as he says) can't understand the concept of salvation but I am here to tell you, THEY CAN!!!! I think adults are the ones that make it so complicated. No, I KNOW that we are the ones that complicate it all. "For God so loved the world, that He gave his only son, that whosoever believe in Him, should not perish but have everlasting life." Pretty simple if you think about it.My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; has been talking about his salvation for about 6 months now. And his parents, Don &amp;amp; I, kept complicating it. We kept thinking he was too young, he didn't understand. We kept telling him that we will wait until he is 7 and then we will all go talk to our pastor together and then, and then and then. Well, God had other plans and He knew that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; was ready. Over the past few weeks, it became an everyday thing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; to come to us with things weighing heavy on his sweet little heart. One of the nights, I told him to just pray and ask Jesus to come into his heart. He responded by saying "Mommy, He is already there!" OK - that was God telling me to quit holding my son back. This past Saturday night, we went to a Jeff Slaughter concert. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; sat on the front row and we sat behind him. During the song, &lt;em&gt;"We Believe"We, believe that Jesus is real. We believe in the truth He reveals. We believe that He saved us from sin. We believe that He's coming again,We Believe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I watched him sing. I watched his little eyes begin to blink very fast as he continued to sing and staying completely focused on Jeff. He then sat down and put his feet up in the seat and just sat there with tears rolling down his face. He never said a word. Never looked around. He just was still. A few of the adults noticed as well. After a few minutes, he stood back up and began to sing again. It was the sweetest and most special moment. To see my baby become overwhelmed with the Holy Spirit. And God WANTED me to see. After the concert, we didn't speak about that moment. We just went home. That night, I told God, "If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; ask to go up during the invitation, I won't hold him back." Well, the rest is history!!! My baby is now a child of God!!! Thank you Lord for working in his precious little heart. I pray that I can help him grow in Your word and he become the man You want him to be. He is yours, not mine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-3793694647344006490?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/3793694647344006490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=3793694647344006490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/3793694647344006490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/3793694647344006490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2009/04/salvation-of-6-year-old.html' title='THE SALVATION OF A 6 YEAR OLD'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-2439482398697938197</id><published>2009-03-03T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:32:26.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SblUSIz6ciI/AAAAAAAAAeU/BU-5MvJy2rA/s1600-h/NewCamera+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312369906039812642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SblUSIz6ciI/AAAAAAAAAeU/BU-5MvJy2rA/s320/NewCamera+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week at school, the boys celebrated Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seuss's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Each day, they had a theme. Today was Rock Star day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; wanted to look cool but when I pulled out the eyeliner, he wasn't having any of it. I finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; him to let me. At first, he hated it but then Dylan let me put it on him and well, look for yourself - THEY ROCKED!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-2439482398697938197?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/2439482398697938197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=2439482398697938197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/2439482398697938197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/2439482398697938197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2009/03/rock-stars.html' title='Rock Stars'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SblUSIz6ciI/AAAAAAAAAeU/BU-5MvJy2rA/s72-c/NewCamera+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-8752828606845445982</id><published>2009-02-10T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:53:47.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COUNTY CHAMPS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SduhBssvu-I/AAAAAAAAAes/5rFDF_wO-r4/s1600-h/2009+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/Sdug2mqqEiI/AAAAAAAAAek/6ng5JO3xr80/s1600-h/2009+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322024244621218338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/Sdug2mqqEiI/AAAAAAAAAek/6ng5JO3xr80/s320/2009+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322024068266998898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SdugsVsiPHI/AAAAAAAAAec/9H0J49eBPn4/s320/2009+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Jaxon and his basketball team ended their season COUNTY CHAMPS!!! This was his first year playing basketball and LOVED IT!!!! Don was thrilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-8752828606845445982?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/8752828606845445982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=8752828606845445982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/8752828606845445982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/8752828606845445982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2009/02/county-champs.html' title='COUNTY CHAMPS!!'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/Sdug2mqqEiI/AAAAAAAAAek/6ng5JO3xr80/s72-c/2009+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-7774361187961084540</id><published>2009-02-02T11:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:07:25.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to wait til Mommy is done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SYdD1zSo3JI/AAAAAAAAAd0/mzF4O03tGqc/s1600-h/2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298278078205189266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SYdD1zSo3JI/AAAAAAAAAd0/mzF4O03tGqc/s320/2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jaxon came up to me and wanted to play with his moon sand. I was in the middle of doing dishes so I told him he would have to wait until I was done. Well, he sat down right outside the kitchen and waited. I continued washing and when I looked to check on him, he was sound asleep!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-7774361187961084540?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/7774361187961084540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=7774361187961084540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/7774361187961084540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/7774361187961084540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-have-to-wait-til-mommy-is-done.html' title='You have to wait til Mommy is done!'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SYdD1zSo3JI/AAAAAAAAAd0/mzF4O03tGqc/s72-c/2009+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-126816132119306426</id><published>2009-01-24T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:30:15.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SYdI8XJubRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/nnvLahJpfuU/s1600-h/2009+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298283688468835602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SYdI8XJubRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/nnvLahJpfuU/s320/2009+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can not believe that it is 2009!! I can not believe that my boys are getting so big. I am sad at the thought of them needing me less and less but am so proud of the little men that they are becoming. Every day, I try to soak in every second I have with them. Guess that is the reason for this blog. So I won't forget these precious moments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-126816132119306426?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/126816132119306426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=126816132119306426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/126816132119306426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/126816132119306426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-boys.html' title='My boys'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SYdI8XJubRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/nnvLahJpfuU/s72-c/2009+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-4903823397105442581</id><published>2008-12-28T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:34:31.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don's Solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, let me tell you the story behind this. First of all, I have known for 14 years that Don has a wonderful voice. He does not like to sing in front of me but I listen every chance I get. We may be riding down the road singing to the radio or he may be singing in the shower. I love his voice. Anyway, he had said earlier in the year that he really wanted to sing a solo at church. I have been telling him that God gave him that voice for a reason. So, January, February, March, October, November (you get the picture) went by and he had not scheduled his solo. Well, being the control freak that I am, I scheduled his solo without him knowing. I went home and told him that I had scheduled it for 12/28. Needless to say he was not happy with me. He went to work that night and called me at his usual time. He thanked me for giving him the "push" he needed. I know Don better than anyone. I knew he wanted to do it. He just needed some help getting past his fear. So, here it is. This is only part of the performance since I am limited to how much I can put on my blog. I couldn't be more proud of him. I know that God smiled today knowing that Don overcame his fear to spread His word. To worship Him in song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2b3cdfa51116c5ef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2b3cdfa51116c5ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400241%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D537B04D85C9E105A9AA6FF53E7111F18988730E5.265CF6EB580A14CE033C5D851928130362E4B98D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2b3cdfa51116c5ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl7GWj_zN3bWuMwYVfJK_qMvW-N8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2b3cdfa51116c5ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400241%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D537B04D85C9E105A9AA6FF53E7111F18988730E5.265CF6EB580A14CE033C5D851928130362E4B98D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2b3cdfa51116c5ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl7GWj_zN3bWuMwYVfJK_qMvW-N8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-4903823397105442581?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2b3cdfa51116c5ef&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/4903823397105442581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=4903823397105442581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/4903823397105442581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/4903823397105442581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/12/dons-solo.html' title='Don&apos;s Solo'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-1790168288528211448</id><published>2008-12-27T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:14:30.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaxon's Solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-34930b27e7be2fb7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34930b27e7be2fb7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400241%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18E5BBC9F4D6C1EC073D6FBA3C1DFC249101C686.39857F13858C3BE9CC3FD3E45C2C08039D924FE1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34930b27e7be2fb7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7Wmt3552p3bSi3cdL8rU9iKN4Nw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34930b27e7be2fb7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400241%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18E5BBC9F4D6C1EC073D6FBA3C1DFC249101C686.39857F13858C3BE9CC3FD3E45C2C08039D924FE1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34930b27e7be2fb7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7Wmt3552p3bSi3cdL8rU9iKN4Nw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK, I finally got this on my blog. Sorry it took so long but I couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong. Make sure you put my blog music on pause so you can hear Jax! Hope you guys enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-1790168288528211448?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=34930b27e7be2fb7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/1790168288528211448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=1790168288528211448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/1790168288528211448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/1790168288528211448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/12/jaxons-solo.html' title='Jaxon&apos;s Solo'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-1130992763108192931</id><published>2008-12-19T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:20:34.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle Yes or No!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SUxcz8_fTHI/AAAAAAAAAdo/P9XAAF9Mq_4/s1600-h/100_2680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281698510614252658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SUxcz8_fTHI/AAAAAAAAAdo/P9XAAF9Mq_4/s320/100_2680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE NOTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SUxcfcWfejI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Fz5cluZMFkc/s1600-h/JaxDec08+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281698158254979634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SUxcfcWfejI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Fz5cluZMFkc/s320/JaxDec08+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken the day BEFORE the note!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; and Kinsey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this post doesn't have a happy ending but it was too cute not to blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; told me a couple of weeks ago that he thought he might like this girl in his class, Kinsey. He asked me if that was OK. I said of course it is. His big brother, Dylan, then began to give him "girl" advice. He told him to write a note. Dylan said "That's how I got my girl!" So on Wed night, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt; wrote the note and brought it to me to read. He then put it in a envelope and was ready to take it to school the next day. Well, the next day came and he decided to wait one more day. He took his note this morning. Not only did Kinsey get a note from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; but also another boy in the class. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; found out about the other note and threw it in the garbage before Kinsey could read it. Well, Kinsey read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jaxon's&lt;/span&gt; note and she THREW it in the garbage. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; is still single. He told me "Mommy, girls are really mean these days!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kinsey and Jaxon had a "privacy talk"(that's what they called it) at church and they decided they wanted to be boyfriend and girlfriend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-1130992763108192931?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/1130992763108192931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=1130992763108192931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-1789974718432213153</id><published>2008-12-17T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:52:15.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance is 6 months old!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280879897244878706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SUl0SYjIR3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/65uqX9iZ1aM/s320/Chance+247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280879735627881378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SUl0I-eom6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WnbVJFuhZhM/s320/Chance+228.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My great-nephew will be 6 months old on Saturday. He is the sweetest and cutest "little stinker" (that's what Uncle Don calls him) EVER. Boy do we love having him in our lives. Dylan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; call him "little buddy". They enjoy when he comes over but I think they are glad when he leaves as well. Babies are work! A couple of weeks ago, Chance came home with us after church. He was having some "potty issues" and was crying really loud. Dylan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; started to panic. They were so worried about him. They were rubbing his head and trying to make him laugh but nothing worked. Finally, the "issue" ended and the boys were so glad the crying stopped! Aunt Janie was too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-1789974718432213153?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/1789974718432213153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=1789974718432213153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/1789974718432213153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/1789974718432213153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/12/chance-is-6-months-old.html' title='Chance is 6 months old!!'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SUl0SYjIR3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/65uqX9iZ1aM/s72-c/Chance+247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-3149564729505501347</id><published>2008-12-15T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:48:38.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy, sometimes I...</title><content type='html'>I had to blog this because I didn't want to forget it. This past Saturday night, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; and I were sitting in front of the fireplace filling Christmas goody bags for church. Out of the blue (which is the norm for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt;) he said, "Mommy, sometimes I have a feeling like I hate you." I just kinda looked at him and said, "When do you feel like that?" He said, "When you send me to my room or get mad at me." He then said, "When you send me to my room, I get mad and make mean faces at you!" OK, I had to laugh! He said, "But I do love you at the same time!" HOW SWEET! (I think???) Anyway, I explained to him that what he was felling was not hate but anger and that it was OK to get mad at me BUT he better keep his MEAN faces in his room!!!! He agreed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-3149564729505501347?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/3149564729505501347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=3149564729505501347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/3149564729505501347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/3149564729505501347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/12/mommy-sometimes-i.html' title='Mommy, sometimes I...'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-4639333934249336964</id><published>2008-12-05T08:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:07:01.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaxon's 1st Grade Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/STlQwPuzJuI/AAAAAAAAAck/jbx1-fVD598/s1600-h/ScannedImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276337228228011746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/STlQwPuzJuI/AAAAAAAAAck/jbx1-fVD598/s320/ScannedImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, after hours of practicing his smile, here is the result!! My baby is 6 years old and in the first grade!! I couldn't be more proud of this little man. He makes me laugh every single day and can be so sweet when he wants to be (when HE WANTS to be!). He is such an amazing little boy and I thank God for giving me this gift!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-4639333934249336964?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/4639333934249336964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=4639333934249336964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/4639333934249336964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/4639333934249336964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/12/jaxons-1st-grade-picture.html' title='Jaxon&apos;s 1st Grade Picture'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/STlQwPuzJuI/AAAAAAAAAck/jbx1-fVD598/s72-c/ScannedImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-6568781982131185539</id><published>2008-12-01T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:30:49.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/STRVjEDsxNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HEmY-SFCUAA/s1600-h/Texas2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274935124430734546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/STRVjEDsxNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HEmY-SFCUAA/s320/Texas2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my big boy sleeping in my old room (OK, we weren't really asleep!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/STRVUECYWvI/AAAAAAAAAcU/biNtSY_lSh8/s1600-h/Texas2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274934866727164658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/STRVUECYWvI/AAAAAAAAAcU/biNtSY_lSh8/s320/Texas2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my boys in front of my Elementary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274934544617519346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/STRVBUFdOPI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qy37VK3NyBk/s320/Texas2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;My boys in front of the little country church where I gave my life to Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274934259671651554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/STRUwulEVOI/AAAAAAAAAcE/C8JxZDLvScg/s320/Texas2008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are in TEXAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Thanksgiving we loaded up and headed to Sheridan, TX. I hadn't been home since March 2007 and the boys were about to die to go see their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Memaw&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Papaw! My Daddy gave us a scare a few weeks back, thinking he had a stroke. The doctors confirmed it was NOT a stroke but bells palsy which was a blessing. Papaw wasn't 100% but the boys enjoyed every second with him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; even got to experience his first "chicken butcher"! Not sure if that is how I should say that but he LOVED it. Dylan on the other hand just sat back and wouldn't have anything to do with it. He kept saying, "That's animal cruelty". I asked him where he thought the chicken he ate came from. He still didn't like it! Also, I believe my boys put on 10lbs each (so did their Mommy) with all the good cooking my Mom did. I guess I should have paid more attention as a little girl and learned to cook! I know my boys wish I had!!! We had a wonderful visit and it was sad when we had to leave. I hate that the boys don't get to see their grandparents more often. Wish Alabama was closer to Texas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-6568781982131185539?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/6568781982131185539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=6568781982131185539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/6568781982131185539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/6568781982131185539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-2008.html' title='Thanksgiving 2008'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/STRVjEDsxNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HEmY-SFCUAA/s72-c/Texas2008+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-1664399619062619322</id><published>2008-11-05T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:36:59.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaxon Cross, News at 10:00</title><content type='html'>Here is another funny story about Jaxon. Today was his day to give a news report at school. His teacher sent me an email saying this is what Jax reported.&lt;br /&gt;"My PSP is not charged and my parents keep forgetting to charge it!" That was his report!!! To him that is Breaking News!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-1664399619062619322?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/1664399619062619322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=1664399619062619322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/1664399619062619322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/1664399619062619322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/11/jaxon-cross-news-at-1000.html' title='Jaxon Cross, News at 10:00'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-8979932305336219414</id><published>2008-11-05T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:14:32.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265268742179439826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SRH-BkCSxNI/AAAAAAAAAb8/YmCQ9ui55Yg/s320/Election2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265268615525085074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SRH96MNir5I/AAAAAAAAAb0/hJy3pzwE7iQ/s320/Election2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265268432403858930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SRH9viCChfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/0tLny7yDU0s/s320/Election2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well we have a new president. It was not my choice. All I can do now is continue to pray and know that all things are possible through Christ. On a lighter note, which was the point of this post, Dylan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; were VERY interested in the results of the election. They both voted for McCain in their school election.  When we got home last night the first thing they did was turn on Fox News and jumped on my bed and watched as the votes came in. Every time McCain won a state, they jumped up in victory! "Yes, McCain won Texas!!! Yes, McCain won Georgia!!!" When Obama won a state, they would say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BOOOO&lt;/span&gt;". To them, it was like watching a football game and they wanted their favorite team to win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-8979932305336219414?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/8979932305336219414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=8979932305336219414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/8979932305336219414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/8979932305336219414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-2008.html' title='Election 2008'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SRH-BkCSxNI/AAAAAAAAAb8/YmCQ9ui55Yg/s72-c/Election2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-5184281077248666234</id><published>2008-11-04T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:26:16.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clain's going to be a big brother!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SRB0xZTJe_I/AAAAAAAAAbk/aoffU9uEfg8/s1600-h/IMG_a5536-resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264836356349721586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SRB0xZTJe_I/AAAAAAAAAbk/aoffU9uEfg8/s320/IMG_a5536-resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;I've finally got the OK to share some special news. One of my dearest friends, Cassie, is expecting!!! This is really special news. This baby is a blessing. It is also an &lt;strong&gt;answered prayer&lt;/strong&gt;! (Love you girl) Cassie and I have only been friends for over a year but this past year our friendship has grown into something that I hold very dear and close to my heart! Something that I count on daily. God brings people into your life and this special lady came into my life with a purpose. (THANK YOU GOD!) To love and support me during a time when I needed it the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A friend loves at all times..." Proverbs 17:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congrats Cassie and Jared!!! God is so good!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-5184281077248666234?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/5184281077248666234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=5184281077248666234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/5184281077248666234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/5184281077248666234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/11/clains-going-to-be-big-brother.html' title='Clain&apos;s going to be a big brother!!!'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SRB0xZTJe_I/AAAAAAAAAbk/aoffU9uEfg8/s72-c/IMG_a5536-resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-8276298547632203653</id><published>2008-11-01T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:02:30.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan's 10th Birthday Party!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8f49874YI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Rv4VdHLbCgA/s1600-h/Halloween2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264461552982679938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8f49874YI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Rv4VdHLbCgA/s320/Halloween2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dylan burning up the guitar on Rock Band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264461361791539650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8ft1tamcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/pKz1u2ieRz4/s320/Halloween2008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Dylan's friends hanging out in his room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264461111938012274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8ffS7sVHI/AAAAAAAAAWs/QTUOTrE2arY/s320/Halloween2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dylan and his sweetie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dylan had his annual birthday party Saturday night with something a little bit different - GIRLS!!! He had a dance/karaoke/rock band theme party. I think it was a hit. They danced and sang to High School Musical and Camp Rock til they couldn't dance and sing no more. Of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt; had to bust up in the middle of it all and show his moves!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-8276298547632203653?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/8276298547632203653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=8276298547632203653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/8276298547632203653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/8276298547632203653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/11/dylans-10th-birthday-party.html' title='Dylan&apos;s 10th Birthday Party!!!'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8f49874YI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Rv4VdHLbCgA/s72-c/Halloween2008+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-7442677413724788677</id><published>2008-10-31T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:18:46.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8d53k15DI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vblVahtgTZk/s1600-h/Halloween2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264459369427625010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8d53k15DI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vblVahtgTZk/s320/Halloween2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet, innocent Dylan?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8dyLLT6LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/isgMRUIQFGY/s1600-h/Halloween2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264459237250295986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8dyLLT6LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/isgMRUIQFGY/s320/Halloween2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, I know I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt; was Darth Vader but at the end of the night he pulled out the vampire teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8dnUxv4qI/AAAAAAAAAWU/E58njxyYrms/s1600-h/Halloween2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264459050848871074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8dnUxv4qI/AAAAAAAAAWU/E58njxyYrms/s320/Halloween2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween is a big deal around our house. My best friend and I have made this a tradition. We (or I) decorate my garage and we hand out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;candy together&lt;/span&gt;. We have done this 9 years straight and don't plan on stopping any time soon!! We have a blast. This year, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; went as Darth Vader. He LOVES Star Wars so there was no guessing on what costume he would pick out. Now Dylan really doesn't like the whole costume thing but for some reason this year he wanted to be something scary SO he picked out the Scream mask, blood and all!! The boys went around the neighborhood with a group of friends from church. It was a great night with lots of great memories!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-7442677413724788677?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/7442677413724788677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=7442677413724788677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/7442677413724788677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/7442677413724788677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8d53k15DI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vblVahtgTZk/s72-c/Halloween2008+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-7874104368425051860</id><published>2008-10-31T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:54:22.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOMER SOONER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264456758145262034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8bh3ynIdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dPSaF1E7DtE/s320/Halloween2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264456315329471874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8bIGLGZYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4eHnEpGtdAk/s320/Halloween2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week the boy's school participated in Drug Awareness Week. Each day was recognized with different themes. Friday was spirit day and the boys went Boomer Sooner head to toe!!! Don was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; proud!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-7874104368425051860?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/7874104368425051860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=7874104368425051860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/7874104368425051860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/7874104368425051860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/10/boomer-sooner.html' title='BOOMER SOONER!!!'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQ8bh3ynIdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dPSaF1E7DtE/s72-c/Halloween2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-515786280618638476</id><published>2008-10-23T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:03:30.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothless Jaxon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC8W1dkPuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/NFgyFv3OQsQ/s1600-h/2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260411465262972642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC8W1dkPuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/NFgyFv3OQsQ/s320/2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC8N44zHCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aSe78O01FQU/s1600-h/2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260411311563676706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC8N44zHCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aSe78O01FQU/s320/2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I had to share these pics with all of you. Jaxon has now lost four teeth and I have had to pull ALL of them out!! YUK!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-515786280618638476?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/515786280618638476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=515786280618638476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/515786280618638476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/515786280618638476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/10/toothless-jaxon.html' title='Toothless Jaxon'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC8W1dkPuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/NFgyFv3OQsQ/s72-c/2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-3861712033543187307</id><published>2008-10-22T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:29:29.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby will be 10!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260744135785485154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQHq6zu2k2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/VIX7A9zW__Q/s320/2000-2002+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260743788575677234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQHqmmRlWzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/KoQoPaC8YqU/s320/2000-2002+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260413402482579458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC-HmKtmAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nOoB7C0qbKs/s320/ygp662E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260073651854082754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SP-JHgcngsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xxq5hk4jt_8/s320/2000-2002+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260073233989682994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SP-IvLx-xzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pDZor2ZRSZM/s320/2000-2002+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260072827180239330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SP-IXgTDSeI/AAAAAAAAATs/uqCsZh3HDcc/s320/ScannedImage-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260072969639447874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SP-Ify_-TUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/o3SJCW-Dwg8/s320/ScannedImage-23.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, where did the past 10 years go? My Dyl Pickle will be 10 on the 28th and I am not handling this very well. I remember the minute I found out that I was pregnant with him. I remember his first word and his first step. I remember his first laugh and his first tear. His first day of school and now he is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This little man will never know how much he means to me. What a difference he has made in my life. My life began when he was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-3861712033543187307?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/3861712033543187307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=3861712033543187307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/3861712033543187307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/3861712033543187307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-baby-will-be-10.html' title='My baby will be 10!!!'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQHq6zu2k2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/VIX7A9zW__Q/s72-c/2000-2002+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-8585175059680393960</id><published>2008-10-20T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:22:39.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance is now 4 months old!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260415430054227954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC_9nddr_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/5Uo0P2EgPzc/s320/Chance+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260415182992502674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC_vPFW75I/AAAAAAAAAVc/8bWMHO7wsyg/s320/Chance+218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260414787115696834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC_YMU-QsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qxb56gXBTws/s320/Chance+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This big boy is now 4 months old. He is weighing a little over 17lbs and has everyone's heart in the palm of his little fat hand!!! Boy do we love having him in our family! We love you Chancey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-8585175059680393960?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/8585175059680393960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=8585175059680393960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/8585175059680393960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/8585175059680393960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/10/chance-is-now-4-months-old.html' title='Chance is now 4 months old!!'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC_9nddr_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/5Uo0P2EgPzc/s72-c/Chance+213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-8363394710059617017</id><published>2008-10-17T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:07:57.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC9PFpxHwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/18kxY1XvDuI/s1600-h/2008+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260412431681789698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC9PFpxHwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/18kxY1XvDuI/s320/2008+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC9HWg6m6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/TGFkvVRjZ4s/s1600-h/2008+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260412298769111970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC9HWg6m6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/TGFkvVRjZ4s/s320/2008+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "cool" brothers!          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC89IZrnRI/AAAAAAAAAUs/tz9fdLCktJU/s1600-h/2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260412123181980946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC89IZrnRI/AAAAAAAAAUs/tz9fdLCktJU/s320/2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Today was Priceville's homecoming game and at school, the theme was wacky Gold and Black day. Also, Preslie was on the 9th grade homecoming court and looked so beautiful. SHE HAD A DRESS ON!!!!!! GO BULLDOGS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-8363394710059617017?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/8363394710059617017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=8363394710059617017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/8363394710059617017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/8363394710059617017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/10/homecoming-2008.html' title='Homecoming 2008'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SQC9PFpxHwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/18kxY1XvDuI/s72-c/2008+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-1841553519698082475</id><published>2008-10-15T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:33:34.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers and Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SPY80Q59ncI/AAAAAAAAATk/wtnKfUyNkDc/s1600-h/Good4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257456483590577602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SPY80Q59ncI/AAAAAAAAATk/wtnKfUyNkDc/s320/Good4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SPY8bhpD0HI/AAAAAAAAATc/lZrJIR4E1BQ/s1600-h/Good3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257456058586353778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SPY8bhpD0HI/AAAAAAAAATc/lZrJIR4E1BQ/s320/Good3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SPY8NuNjrfI/AAAAAAAAATU/3oChVBQ83qQ/s1600-h/Good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257455821442493938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SPY8NuNjrfI/AAAAAAAAATU/3oChVBQ83qQ/s320/Good.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bo, me, Paige &amp;amp; Jimmy (youngest to oldest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you know that I was raised in Texas. And just a few of you know that my hometown of Sheridan is about as small as you can get. I don't even think we are a "dot on a state road map". If it wasn't for my two brothers and sister, I don't know what I would have done. Now before I go any further, their is another sister, DD, who was adopted when I was in high school. Note that she is loved as much as the rest but this story has to do with the three I was raised with. I could go on with stories from our past (Ask Bo!!!) but I will just say after we all left Sheridan, we went our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; ways for many years and somehow we made our way back to one another. Here are the first pictures we have taken together in almost 10 years!!! Yes, this was the first time in 10 years that we were ALL together. This day, I will never forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-1841553519698082475?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/1841553519698082475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=1841553519698082475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/1841553519698082475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/1841553519698082475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/10/brother-and-sisters.html' title='Brothers and Sisters'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SPY80Q59ncI/AAAAAAAAATk/wtnKfUyNkDc/s72-c/Good4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-8010519349341404174</id><published>2008-10-12T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T07:36:59.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are in my personal space!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Don is at work, the boys normally sleep with me. Well, actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sleeps in the bed with me and Dylan sleeps on the floor. We were watching TV last night and I snuggled up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He turned away from me. I knew he was about asleep. I asked him if I was bothering him and he told me "You are in my personal space!!!!". He then moved further away and started snoring!! All I could do was laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-8010519349341404174?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/8010519349341404174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=8010519349341404174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/8010519349341404174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/8010519349341404174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-in-my-personal-space.html' title='You are in my personal space!!!'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-2857074273532720846</id><published>2008-09-30T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:34:06.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is picture day at school. I bought two shirts yesterday for the boys. I wanted a solid, dark button up shirt for their pictures. Anyway, went to Target and bought two dark blue shirts. When the boys got home from school, Dylan looked at his shirt and wasn't very pleased. I told him he would look good in it but he wasn't buying it!!! I cut their hair last night and told them to put on their shirts. Dylan put his on, put his glasses on and then looked in the mirror and smiled!! I said, "TOLD YOU IT WOULD LOOK GOOD!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Jaxon was all worried about his smile (think that is my fault!) First of all he has another loose tooth. Top left! I told him to just leave it alone and we would take it out AFTER pictures. He was OK with that. Then he started practicing his smile. He kept saying, "How does this look Mommy?", with his top and bottom teeth touching and his tongue pushing through his spaces!!! I told him to just close his mouth and smile. Don't make your teeth touch. He kept trying and couldn't get it. This morning he woke up and was practicing and then said, "Mommy, you mean for me to put my back teeth behind my front teeth?" I had to laugh!! He then had his smile perfected and was ready for his picture!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-2857074273532720846?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/2857074273532720846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=2857074273532720846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/2857074273532720846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/2857074273532720846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/09/smile.html' title='SMILE!!!'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-2715014115091457649</id><published>2008-09-22T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:34:26.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Greg Maddux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249023420171641618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SNhG_XkJYxI/AAAAAAAAASU/pQ2pRzYD1mA/s200/DylPitching+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249023238640318466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SNhG0zTtOAI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZAbaBbK17Y8/s200/DylPitching+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249023041808666930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SNhGpWDYkTI/AAAAAAAAASE/izx-yUla5x8/s200/DylPitching+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249023689120672674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SNhHPBel66I/AAAAAAAAASc/CcZn5WZlbLU/s200/DylPitching+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249024335528941330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SNhH0piVVxI/AAAAAAAAASk/0851W7Otul8/s200/DylPitching+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249025961566418434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SNhJTS_4NgI/AAAAAAAAASs/wvJHr_zBxNc/s200/DylPitching+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan is playing in a fall baseball league after taking the summer off. He has been playing baseball since he was four years old. I think he was throwing a baseball before he could walk. This was his first year to pitch. I knew he was accurate but had no idea he would do so well. Now, of course, I am Mommy and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dyl&lt;/span&gt; Pickle can do NO WRONG but he really did surprise me and many others!. Watch out Major Leagues, here comes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dyl&lt;/span&gt; Pickle Cross!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-2715014115091457649?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/2715014115091457649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=2715014115091457649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/2715014115091457649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/2715014115091457649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/09/next-nolan-ryan.html' title='The Next Greg Maddux'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SNhG_XkJYxI/AAAAAAAAASU/pQ2pRzYD1mA/s72-c/DylPitching+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-2026598707599966401</id><published>2008-09-21T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:34:39.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorey Dylan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SNcDTprgeZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wYQVxo5JGfk/s1600-h/92108+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248667526864337298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SNcDTprgeZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wYQVxo5JGfk/s200/92108+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan came to me with this last night. He said, "Mommy, did you see what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; wrote to me?" He then told me why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt; was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sorey&lt;/span&gt;". Dylan said that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; was mad and tried to hit him with a drum stick. Dylan locked his bedroom door and wouldn't let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt; in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; then wrote this note and tried to slide it under the door but it wouldn't go so he asked Dylan if he could give him the note. Dylan let him in and read the note. Dylan accepted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jax's&lt;/span&gt; apology and they hugged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-2026598707599966401?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/2026598707599966401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=2026598707599966401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/2026598707599966401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/2026598707599966401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sorey-dylan.html' title='I&apos;m Sorey Dylan'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SNcDTprgeZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wYQVxo5JGfk/s72-c/92108+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-2687380255066088963</id><published>2008-09-15T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:46:16.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaxon......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So here we go again. I received an email from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxon's&lt;/span&gt; teacher today. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; came up to me at lunch, crying. He said he missed his mommy. Then he said he missed you b/c he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know where you were. Then he said something about Trey tricking him…something about the date on the milk carton, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t make sense of it. I told him I’d send you an email and maybe you could write him back. We’re having inside recess now. He’s playing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt;, happy as can be! J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking this dramatic display of emotion all as to do with the fact that Trey did trick him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; hates to be tricked and it really makes him mad. And like his Mommy, he starts crying when he is mad. And then he probably got embarrassed because he got tricked and then he started crying. SO then he needed his Mommy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-2687380255066088963?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/2687380255066088963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=2687380255066088963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/2687380255066088963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/2687380255066088963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/09/jaxon.html' title='Jaxon......'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-4733181366065998253</id><published>2008-09-14T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:35:32.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SM1vstSGGDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Lf2u_gS6PQk/s1600-h/Rainy+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245971954816915506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SM1vstSGGDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Lf2u_gS6PQk/s200/Rainy+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said that a rainy Sunday afternoon had to be spent in the house? As soon as we got home from church, Jaxon ran out the front door and got on his bike. It wasn't long before the rain started pouring down. Next thing we know Dylan stops watching football and joins Jax out in the rain. They rode their bikes up and down the road. To be honest, it looked so fun that I had the urge to get on a bike and join them. As I type I actually regret not joining &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SM1vjScBhxI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rpit3hLc67M/s1600-h/Rainy+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245971792991979282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SM1vjScBhxI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rpit3hLc67M/s200/Rainy+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;them. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SM1vYGptrOI/AAAAAAAAARA/FhbuOwzj8OA/s1600-h/Rainy+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245971600849612002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SM1vYGptrOI/AAAAAAAAARA/FhbuOwzj8OA/s200/Rainy+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-4733181366065998253?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/4733181366065998253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=4733181366065998253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/4733181366065998253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/4733181366065998253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/09/rainy-sunday-afternoon.html' title='Rainy Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SM1vstSGGDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Lf2u_gS6PQk/s72-c/Rainy+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-6338139115428986911</id><published>2008-09-13T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:35:50.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy I gave you your FATNESS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This could only come from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt;...... I was sitting by the pool today and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; came to join me. Not sure what brought this up but he said, " Mommy, I don't think this but do you think you need to loose some weight?" I just looked at him and said, "Do you think I do?' He said, "You are beautiful Mommy but your legs kinda got fatness in them and I know that me and Dylan gave you the fatness!" All I could do was laugh. I told him, "No baby, you didn't give me my fatness in my legs, Mommy has had that since she was in the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade but you did give me my fatness in my belly!!!" He said, "But that's OK right?" I said, "More than OK!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-6338139115428986911?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/6338139115428986911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=6338139115428986911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/6338139115428986911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/6338139115428986911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/09/mommy-i-gave-you-your-fatness.html' title='Mommy I gave you your FATNESS...'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-4264605872577003167</id><published>2008-09-07T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:36:01.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boy is now a man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dyl&lt;/span&gt; Pickle is now a man. He mowed his first yard!!! I started mowing the grass Sunday after church. I called Dylan over and taught him how to push the mower and turn it around. We mowed the rest of the front yard together then I let him do it all by himself. He was so proud but asked when he could mow with the riding lawn mower!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXqEevpqrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uAoIN_fb-iw/s1600-h/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243854703836113586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXqEevpqrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uAoIN_fb-iw/s200/116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXpbEheeeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/10seI6oY-0M/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243853992422701538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXpbEheeeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/10seI6oY-0M/s200/115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXpyGbbibI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KdE7KDGNQKg/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243854388071205298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXpyGbbibI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KdE7KDGNQKg/s200/117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXpyGbbibI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KdE7KDGNQKg/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXpyGbbibI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KdE7KDGNQKg/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXpyGbbibI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KdE7KDGNQKg/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-4264605872577003167?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/4264605872577003167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=4264605872577003167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/4264605872577003167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/4264605872577003167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-boy-is-now-man.html' title='My boy is now a man!'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXqEevpqrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uAoIN_fb-iw/s72-c/116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-6411469106635815072</id><published>2008-09-05T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:36:23.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conviction of a child's heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to share this story. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; came to me around 8:15 last night and started to cry. I asked him what was wrong, already knowing that he was about to make a confession about something. God convicts his little heart at the funniest times. Anyway, he starting crying really hard and what I got out of it was he was down the street playing with some friends this past weekend. He had to go to the bathroom really bad and decide to just use it outside. Well one of the boys told him to stop and when he turned towards that boy, he "got him wet". The boy told him he was going to tell on him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; promised him he would never pee on him again!!! Now this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaxon's&lt;/span&gt; side of the story - Knowing him like I do, he could have "intentionally" got his friend wet! Either way, I told him it was OK. He laid on me and was asleep within 10 minutes. It was too funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-6411469106635815072?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/6411469106635815072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=6411469106635815072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/6411469106635815072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/6411469106635815072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/09/conviction-of-childs-heart.html' title='Conviction of a child&apos;s heart!'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-6370088680704785689</id><published>2008-08-31T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:36:37.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy I don't want to die!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXnx1QmW-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DDBozmjWJmw/s1600-h/Marble.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243852184439118818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXnx1QmW-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DDBozmjWJmw/s200/Marble.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; came up to me tonight scared and crying. He said "Mommy I don't want to die!" I asked him what was wrong and he said he thought he had swallowed one of his metal balls. I asked him "Well did you or didn't you?" He told me he wasn't sure. He remembered having it in his mouth but didn't remember if he took it out or swallowed it. I assured him that he wouldn't die and if he did swallow &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXk_Q5M0QI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UBD_UW7HVB0/s1600-h/JaxSleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243849116660584706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXk_Q5M0QI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UBD_UW7HVB0/s200/JaxSleep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the marble, it would eventually "come out!" He laid down on the couch and was sound asleep within minutes. After he was asleep we went to count the metal marbles and none were missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-6370088680704785689?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/6370088680704785689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=6370088680704785689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/6370088680704785689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/6370088680704785689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/08/mommy-i-dont-want-to-die.html' title='Mommy I don&apos;t want to die!!!'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMXnx1QmW-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DDBozmjWJmw/s72-c/Marble.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-7466083164659200430</id><published>2008-08-19T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:31:55.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts by the pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMbNqrgTLtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/F5mxGxX2JXc/s1600-h/2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244104949235920594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMbNqrgTLtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/F5mxGxX2JXc/s200/2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had to write what I was thinking. I am sitting here watching Dylan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; go from the pool to the trampoline and back to the pool. Just playing together like two brothers should - without a care in the world - And I have just become overwhelmed with my love for these two little guys. I can remember before I even became pregnant with Dylan, that I wrote a poem. In the poem it talked about this amazing love that I felt for someone I had never seen or never touched. For someone I had never known and about how one day this love would be calling me Mommy. And now, after all these years, I have two amazing loves. I got to actually physically feel this love on October 28, 1998 when they put Dylan in my arms and again on May 16, 2002 when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt; came into the world. I even got to feel this love a third time and I &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMbNhpr6lnI/AAAAAAAAAQw/oNU52hhz1zA/s1600-h/2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244104794128946802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMbNhpr6lnI/AAAAAAAAAQw/oNU52hhz1zA/s200/2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;know that love is waiting for me in heaven. What a blessed woman I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-7466083164659200430?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/7466083164659200430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=7466083164659200430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/7466083164659200430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/7466083164659200430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts-by-pool.html' title='Thoughts by the pool'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SMbNqrgTLtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/F5mxGxX2JXc/s72-c/2008+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-8000617117464599158</id><published>2008-08-14T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:10:27.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest OU Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRXk1ikoLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bL3fcTQlOxk/s1600-h/Chance+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234404957270352050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRXk1ikoLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bL3fcTQlOxk/s200/Chance+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chance is now only 7 weeks old but it's never to early to start teaching him about the Sooners!!! (Or that's what Uncle Don thinks!) The boys absolutely love having Chance in their lives. OK, Aunt Janie doesn't mind either. We thank God for bringing this precious baby into all of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRXPP7DWmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NpfM6zEa6j0/s1600-h/Chance+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234404586395228770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRXPP7DWmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NpfM6zEa6j0/s200/Chance+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRX6RMw6-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/59_8Tl0v1Ss/s1600-h/Chance+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234405325472328674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRX6RMw6-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/59_8Tl0v1Ss/s200/Chance+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRYLro30_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/CxA6vBnyfQY/s1600-h/Chance+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234405624627319794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRYLro30_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/CxA6vBnyfQY/s200/Chance+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-8000617117464599158?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/8000617117464599158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=8000617117464599158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/8000617117464599158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/8000617117464599158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/08/newest-ou-fan.html' title='The Newest OU Fan'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRXk1ikoLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bL3fcTQlOxk/s72-c/Chance+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-1170600463398530784</id><published>2008-08-07T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:11:50.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKL9pJYiE1I/AAAAAAAAABA/E1bn8JZmODg/s1600-h/2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234024600293217106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKL9pJYiE1I/AAAAAAAAABA/E1bn8JZmODg/s320/2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that school has started back! Even more, I can not believe that my DylPickle is in the 4th grade and Jax is a 1st grader! Here is a picture of them on the first day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of school, I got an email from Jaxon's teacher saying that Jax was crying because he missed his Mommy! Of course I started crying at work. I sent an email to him and his teacher printed it out for him. He kept it on his desk. Later that day, she emailed me again and said Jax had just come to her and said "I can't stop looking at my note!" When Jaxon got off the bus, he ran to me and had his note in his hand. Here is his note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jaxon -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to know how much I love you and how proud I am of you for being such a big boy. Mommy will see you this afternoon and you can tell me all about your day. How about Mommy having some ice cream sandwiches when you get home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you sweet baby!!!!! Mommy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, my baby had ice cream sandwiches AND brownies when he got home!! As for Dylan, nothing really exciting has happened these first few days of school. He got to see his "girlfriend" which seem to be the highlight of his new school year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-1170600463398530784?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/1170600463398530784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=1170600463398530784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/1170600463398530784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/1170600463398530784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/08/back.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKL9pJYiE1I/AAAAAAAAABA/E1bn8JZmODg/s72-c/2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-2108694595157380949</id><published>2008-07-25T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:34:44.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaxon lost his first tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMEex6-NTI/AAAAAAAAABI/sUI_05jw26Y/s1600-h/Chance+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234032118777918770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMEex6-NTI/AAAAAAAAABI/sUI_05jw26Y/s320/Chance+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we had a huge first today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; lost his first tooth. We were eating pork chops and while we were cleaning the table off, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt; came to me and said "MY TOOTH IS LOOSE!!! MY TOOTH IS LOOSE!!!" Now for any of you who know him, he has my patience, meaning he has NONE. He wiggled it and wiggled it. He came to me while I was outside helping Don wash the truck and he said, "Mommy you have to pull it out!" OK, I was so grossed out!!! I hate anything to do with teeth but for my sweet baby, I guess I will do anything. So I pulled, no tooth - Pulled again, still not tooth but a "That hurt" came out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jax's&lt;/span&gt; mouth. I pulled a third time and SUCCESS!!! Now next, you'd think the "tooth fairy" thing would come up. Well my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt;, said "There ain't no such thing as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; tooth fairy!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-2108694595157380949?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/2108694595157380949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=2108694595157380949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/2108694595157380949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/2108694595157380949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/07/jaxon-lost-his-first-tooth.html' title='Jaxon lost his first tooth'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMEex6-NTI/AAAAAAAAABI/sUI_05jw26Y/s72-c/Chance+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-4668778667231746533</id><published>2008-06-28T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:20:49.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan's Pool Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMF4fyIIUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ShDvrJELXxE/s1600-h/DylParty005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234033660097208642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMF4fyIIUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ShDvrJELXxE/s320/DylParty005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dylan had his first girl/boy party. It was a swimming party and he had a blast. The kids swam from 2-6 NON STOP!!! They took time to eat pizza and that was it. It was lots of fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-4668778667231746533?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/4668778667231746533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=4668778667231746533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/4668778667231746533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/4668778667231746533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/06/dylans-pool-party.html' title='Dylan&apos;s Pool Party'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMF4fyIIUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ShDvrJELXxE/s72-c/DylParty005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-6660751094804075818</id><published>2008-06-20T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:14:01.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance Shane Hardiman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMIH48yaeI/AAAAAAAAABw/pSlntd7PEe8/s1600-h/Chance+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234036123574102498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMIH48yaeI/AAAAAAAAABw/pSlntd7PEe8/s200/Chance+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Chance Shane Hardiman was born!!!! Tori did a great job and I was so proud of how well she handled it all. He weighed 9lbs 2 oz and is absolutely beautiful. They ended up having to stay in the hospital a few extra days. Tori ran a fever and Chance was having a little trouble too - But both made it home and are doing great. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMHSVbrs4I/AAAAAAAAABg/_PzPLCodDrs/s1600-h/Chance+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234035203506942850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMHSVbrs4I/AAAAAAAAABg/_PzPLCodDrs/s200/Chance+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMHB-SrNsI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AnluQGuA4E/s1600-h/Chance+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234034922417239746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMHB-SrNsI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AnluQGuA4E/s200/Chance+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-6660751094804075818?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/6660751094804075818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=6660751094804075818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/6660751094804075818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/6660751094804075818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/06/chance-shane-hardiman.html' title='Chance Shane Hardiman'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMIH48yaeI/AAAAAAAAABw/pSlntd7PEe8/s72-c/Chance+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-5811371034306934444</id><published>2008-06-17T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:25:56.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulf Shores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMKl7COOqI/AAAAAAAAACI/TktnWaSC1Q8/s1600-h/GulfShores2008+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234038838553098914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMKl7COOqI/AAAAAAAAACI/TktnWaSC1Q8/s200/GulfShores2008+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time in Gulf Shores!! I could spend every day on the beach but Don and the boys are not that crazy about the sand. This was our first trip to Gulf Shores. We LOVED it and will never go back to Florida. Alabama has all we need. We spent four nights. On Father's Day, we spent the day at the water park! Don and the boys had a blast and rode the slides all day long. I just soaked up th&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMJ1ilA6BI/AAAAAAAAACA/loej5qV8Q5o/s1600-h/GulfShores2008+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234038007354419218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMJ1ilA6BI/AAAAAAAAACA/loej5qV8Q5o/s200/GulfShores2008+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMK8HIq1rI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qtzPgpuF5d4/s1600-h/GulfShores2008+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234039219758487218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMK8HIq1rI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qtzPgpuF5d4/s200/GulfShores2008+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-5811371034306934444?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/5811371034306934444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=5811371034306934444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/5811371034306934444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/5811371034306934444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/06/gulf-shores.html' title='Gulf Shores'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMKl7COOqI/AAAAAAAAACI/TktnWaSC1Q8/s72-c/GulfShores2008+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-2991786401420587980</id><published>2008-05-29T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:29:19.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaxon "Homerun" Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRSh_XtkUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8OvxLIWHHx0/s1600-h/GulfShores2008+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234399410811408706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRSh_XtkUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8OvxLIWHHx0/s200/GulfShores2008+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaxon got to play pitching machine baseball this year. He said that he was too big for that stupid T-ball!!!! He did so good. He had a 6 game hitting streak. He knocked the leather off the ball. Now, getting around the bases was a little different. His short legs will only allow him to move so fast!!! We were the Priceville Bulldogs. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRRoPBYbXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Bq-9d8x8wAs/s1600-h/GulfShores2008+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234398418580303218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRRoPBYbXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Bq-9d8x8wAs/s200/GulfShores2008+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHO ARE WE - "BUL&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRSDOrCYDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/HfP25r6_kqM/s1600-h/GulfShores2008+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234398882343051314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRSDOrCYDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/HfP25r6_kqM/s200/GulfShores2008+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LDOGS!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e444d794e4445324d413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/postcards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox postcard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-2991786401420587980?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/2991786401420587980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=2991786401420587980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/2991786401420587980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/2991786401420587980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/05/jaxon-homerun-cross.html' title='Jaxon &quot;Homerun&quot; Cross'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRSh_XtkUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8OvxLIWHHx0/s72-c/GulfShores2008+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-6899280798603788884</id><published>2008-03-23T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:01:10.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRUWXQaUHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8mYcR90hc0Q/s1600-h/GulfShores2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234401410088063090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRUWXQaUHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8mYcR90hc0Q/s200/GulfShores2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up Easter morning celebrating the resurrection of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. We went to church then came home and got ready to hunt eggs. Now, we don't do the whole "Easter Bunny" thing but the boys love to hunt eggs since there is always money in them. And we don't do the whole "coloring eggs" thing either. I'm a plastic egg kinda girl!!! We had CAMO eggs this year since Jax is so into ARMY! It was a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRUhT3-NEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ue9l3xuNJls/s1600-h/GulfShores2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234401598158812226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRUhT3-NEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ue9l3xuNJls/s200/GulfShores2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRUJz-f7WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dMeMLZhR21g/s1600-h/GulfShores2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234401194459262306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRUJz-f7WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dMeMLZhR21g/s200/GulfShores2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-6899280798603788884?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/6899280798603788884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=6899280798603788884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/6899280798603788884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/6899280798603788884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-2008.html' title='Easter 2008'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKRUWXQaUHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8mYcR90hc0Q/s72-c/GulfShores2008+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-186892076480374370</id><published>2008-02-28T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:40:33.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahamas</title><content type='html'>Don and I went on our first cruise thanks to my boss. We went on a three day cruise to Nassau. It was absolutely beautiful. We flew to Orlando and left from there. It was the best vacation ever except for one thing - WE MISSED OUR BOYS!!!! It was so tough being away from them for five nights and I don't think we will do it again until they are older.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKhvvZeIS9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/4CS1NEEcFfM/s1600-h/2008+189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235557426899995602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKhvvZeIS9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/4CS1NEEcFfM/s200/2008+189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've told them the next cruise we take will be all four of us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKhvaLPG9RI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bL4R1lsTvg0/s1600-h/2008+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235557062301644050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKhvaLPG9RI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bL4R1lsTvg0/s200/2008+202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKhvHqx_VLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wvOJ2keSsmA/s1600-h/2008+197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235556744351929522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKhvHqx_VLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wvOJ2keSsmA/s200/2008+197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-186892076480374370?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/186892076480374370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=186892076480374370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/186892076480374370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/186892076480374370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/02/bahamas.html' title='Bahamas'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKhvvZeIS9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/4CS1NEEcFfM/s72-c/2008+189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155466801364193438.post-6851916602512097100</id><published>2008-01-22T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:16:16.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMIwaBR8KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Od1FOVQVDkA/s1600-h/Old+Computer+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234036819646083234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMIwaBR8KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Od1FOVQVDkA/s200/Old+Computer+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are a party of four - Don, Janie, Dylan &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; Cross. We have a dog named Boomer, two cats, Red and Blue . You know, Red Cross and Blue Cross - Don's idea!!! AND a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hamster&lt;/span&gt; named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hampy&lt;/span&gt; (which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaxon's&lt;/span&gt; and he gave him the "unique" name ). We are OKLAHOMA SOONER fans - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOMER SOONER!!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;But most of all, WE LOVE JESUS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155466801364193438-6851916602512097100?l=oucross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/feeds/6851916602512097100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6155466801364193438&amp;postID=6851916602512097100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/6851916602512097100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155466801364193438/posts/default/6851916602512097100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oucross.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-family.html' title='Our Family'/><author><name>Cross</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRHWQ6BxCJc/SKMIwaBR8KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Od1FOVQVDkA/s72-c/Old+Computer+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
