<?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-2223668244270652224</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:03:43.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action Jacksons</title><subtitle type='html'>always on the move...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-2892598741608019181</id><published>2009-07-12T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:00:36.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa's wedding :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Slqcs8vk5OI/AAAAAAAAB90/wjJVPHwjh9o/s1600-h/IMG_9316_wallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Slqcs8vk5OI/AAAAAAAAB90/wjJVPHwjh9o/s400/IMG_9316_wallet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357767002744480994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Stewart wedding took place last night, and what a relief to have it over with! Tessa and Dustin HAHN are now on their way to New Mexico for their honeymoon. There are so many fun stories that I want to share about the day...and I can't WAIT to see pictures. Erin Woolsey of &lt;a href="http://eephotography.squarespace.com"&gt;ee photography&lt;/a&gt; captured the day. Seriously...there is no one else I would have for this very important job. I was able to enjoy the day and only crack out my camera once! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few funny stories from the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major caught the garter and was SO pleased with himself. He was sitting next to me and said (holding the garter proudly and raising his eyebrows), "Guess what, Aunt Taylor...it was made in Chiiiiinaaa." I held back laughter as he smiled with excitement. That kid is hilarious! Also, I would have given anything to see what Landon was thinking as we stood on the stage during the wedding. He was looking a little bored but trying his very best to stand on his piece of tape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Tessa looked beautiful! It was so much fun being around my whole family. It made me feel so blessed to be living so close to everyone. The few times I did cry were because I wanted the wedding to go on forever so I could spend more time with everyone. I held up pretty well considering I am the biggest ball baby of our entire family! Something that made it easy for me to keep my tear ducts in check during the wedding was something unfortunate that happened to Hannah as she was walking down the isle. I knew her shoes were painfully high....I mean...I don't even know how she was WALKING in them. As she was coming down the isle, I looked at her feet to see how she was holding up. And I saw this....BOTH of Hannah's pinky toes had slipped their way out of those strappy silver stilettos, and she was having a terrible time of it! During the wedding, she used the stairs to slip them back on. Seriously. These shoes were ridiculous. I doubt Hannah will ever wear them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Slqhcdsbj0I/AAAAAAAAB-E/_R5xsGrIvq4/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Slqhcdsbj0I/AAAAAAAAB-E/_R5xsGrIvq4/s400/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357772217090019138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more stories to tell, but I'll leave you with a very special one from the rehearsal dinner. Of course, Dad has the same problem as all of us. He just can't quite hold back the tears. He had us all bawling when he said this, to toast to the bride and groom, "Dustin--if you love Tessa even half as much as I love her Mom......(long pause to hold back the extreme emotion of this phrase)....you will have great joy in your life." To stop everyone from having a complete meltdown, he then said, "Tessa--- you know, you're welcome to come home and visit. But always remember...from Dust you came, and to Dust you shall return!" Dad is famous for these one liners. Seriously...he had us all in stitches! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's late, and I have to work tomorrow. See you the next time I have something good to say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-2892598741608019181?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/2892598741608019181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=2892598741608019181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/2892598741608019181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/2892598741608019181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2009/07/tessas-wedding.html' title='Tessa&apos;s wedding :)'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Slqcs8vk5OI/AAAAAAAAB90/wjJVPHwjh9o/s72-c/IMG_9316_wallet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-4775701584430719267</id><published>2009-06-04T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:44:40.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite Thing :)</title><content type='html'>This is my new favorite thing. The other day, as I was breezing through a magazine waiting to get my hair cut, I saw the most fabulous item. It happened to be on a page that also pictured a light blue box with white ribbons. I'm not really a jewelry person, but I found myself captivated by these. They're absolutely presh. I know what you're thinking....they're from Tiffany's. BIG BUCKS. However, I found the price to not be too awful, especially for how excellent these are. I know that some women have a signature piece of jewelry. I don't. But I'd like to....and I'd like it to be this! So, if you happen to be talking to my husband, will you please let him know that this would be an EXCELLENT birthday present for his beautiful wife. My birthday is in about a month. That should be plenty of time to get the word out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't get this one, being as it's more than we laid down as our deposit on this house, but diamonds ARE pricey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SiiTvOU-pDI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/_3_AaQSfOw4/s1600-h/Picture+15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SiiTvOU-pDI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/_3_AaQSfOw4/s400/Picture+15.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343683397384315954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My VERY favorite one...love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SiiTvJ_liLI/AAAAAAAAB2I/W-zci4OxOtk/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SiiTvJ_liLI/AAAAAAAAB2I/W-zci4OxOtk/s400/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343683396220848306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A montage of all the different ones to choose from. You're going to look at the website now, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SiiTu2kX0GI/AAAAAAAAB2A/7dKzZV8iCN0/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SiiTu2kX0GI/AAAAAAAAB2A/7dKzZV8iCN0/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343683391006429282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-4775701584430719267?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/4775701584430719267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=4775701584430719267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/4775701584430719267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/4775701584430719267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-favorite-thing.html' title='New Favorite Thing :)'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SiiTvOU-pDI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/_3_AaQSfOw4/s72-c/Picture+15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-6735583418777519557</id><published>2009-05-26T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:28:57.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy anniversary :)</title><content type='html'>Today, Scot and I have been married for two whole years! I can't believe how much I've been blessed by knowing him. Everyday, I learn more and more about how to be a servant and to love this precious man who has given me so much :) I'm so glad that I said yes to that very first date to Midnight Oil, and I'm even more happy that I said yes before he could even finish proposing on October 14, 2006. As we celebrate the two years we've been together, I can only think about the many more we have to share! I can't wait to grow old with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Sh14De2_y9I/AAAAAAAAB14/sKWdHiU684Q/s1600-h/n71000395_31318244_7928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Sh14De2_y9I/AAAAAAAAB14/sKWdHiU684Q/s400/n71000395_31318244_7928.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340556734349954002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-6735583418777519557?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/6735583418777519557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=6735583418777519557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/6735583418777519557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/6735583418777519557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-anniversary.html' title='happy anniversary :)'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Sh14De2_y9I/AAAAAAAAB14/sKWdHiU684Q/s72-c/n71000395_31318244_7928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-8675352831316294179</id><published>2009-05-25T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:34:24.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graham-burger :)</title><content type='html'>Our new nephew has finally arrived! On Saturday morning, my brother called me as I was out the door to shoot a wedding. I was able to pack a few overnight things before Hannah and I drove to Ft. Worth for the day. While Hannah was at Barnes' and Noble catching up on her Harry Potter reading, I photographed the wedding until the happy couple left. Then, we were both off to Temple to meet Graham Levi Stewart, the newest addition to our ever growing family! On the way out of town, my change oil light kept blinking, and I got me a little worried, so Hannah and I (with the help of a slightly creepy smoker at the Shell station) changed the oil in my car. I was so proud! Off to Temple we flew, with a little rain in the sky and some new found confidence in ourselves...because of the great job we did with the oil. Skip to later that evening when we pulled in to the hospital...we were SO excited to see the little guy. He was amazingly handsome with his full head of dark hair. What a beautiful baby! Here's Hannah holding Graham, or Graham-burger, his newly adopted nick-name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrYAhYXn9I/AAAAAAAAB0o/-122232mwSI/s1600-h/IMG_1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrYAhYXn9I/AAAAAAAAB0o/-122232mwSI/s400/IMG_1271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339817811673325522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we visited with Alisha for a while, we drove to Adam's house. First we took a slight detour...TomTom didn't quite know where their house was. As we were driving out in the middle of NOWHERE and saw a scary biker bar, we quickly called Adam to get correct directions. The night ended well with a little bit of tv and some visiting. We slept extremely well that night, and were woken up the next morning by a sweet little head wrapped in a blanket staring at the bed expecting to see his parents. Landon quickly ran out of the room, slightly confused, but in a good mood. Time to get ready for church! Poor little Jonah was still MISERABLY tired as he said, "Please! I'm not ready to get up yet! I'm still VERY tired...I just need to rest!" After running the bath water, he seemed a little happier. Here, the boys demonstrate "silly face/silly hair" in the tub:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrZnIYDxaI/AAAAAAAAB0w/-EX4fA7Unqc/s1600-h/IMG_1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrZnIYDxaI/AAAAAAAAB0w/-EX4fA7Unqc/s400/IMG_1274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339819574487664034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At church, the boys were very sweet. We then went off to McDonald's to grab a quick lunch and get up to the hospital. Once there, they both wanted to hold that sweet baby. Here are a few of the fun images of some sweet kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjTKDgXWI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/V85-8YMtuUk/s1600-h/IMG_1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjTKDgXWI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/V85-8YMtuUk/s400/IMG_1325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339830226457222498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is right after Landon said, "I think I'm gonna call him Graham Cracker!" Jonah replied, "Hey, don't eat my sweet little guy!" They were so sweet while they were holding their new brother. Both of them were so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjS8NhyJI/AAAAAAAAB1I/ca3oUQq8cw8/s1600-h/IMG_1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjS8NhyJI/AAAAAAAAB1I/ca3oUQq8cw8/s400/IMG_1312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339830222741162130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjSu86MGI/AAAAAAAAB1A/SsSR7bNV1i4/s1600-h/IMG_1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjSu86MGI/AAAAAAAAB1A/SsSR7bNV1i4/s400/IMG_1306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339830219181797474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjSfg8SZI/AAAAAAAAB04/mFTbXlyvuoI/s1600-h/IMG_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjSfg8SZI/AAAAAAAAB04/mFTbXlyvuoI/s400/IMG_1303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339830215037962642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjTFA8XoI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/JFgbM3ej7zo/s1600-h/IMG_1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjTFA8XoI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/JFgbM3ej7zo/s400/IMG_1329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339830225104297602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjmGGcp_I/AAAAAAAAB1o/OM09ZWYKeyg/s1600-h/IMG_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjmGGcp_I/AAAAAAAAB1o/OM09ZWYKeyg/s400/IMG_1363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339830551813335026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjlzaWeDI/AAAAAAAAB1g/YHBzHNwGOys/s1600-h/IMG_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjlzaWeDI/AAAAAAAAB1g/YHBzHNwGOys/s400/IMG_1361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339830546796542002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the whole family when it was finally time to go home. We look forward to many sweet moments with all of the Stewart boys! Our family is very blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjmawPBPI/AAAAAAAAB1w/lUpu-iyzEiI/s1600-h/IMG_1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrjmawPBPI/AAAAAAAAB1w/lUpu-iyzEiI/s400/IMG_1368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339830557357311218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-8675352831316294179?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/8675352831316294179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=8675352831316294179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/8675352831316294179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/8675352831316294179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2009/05/graham-burger.html' title='Graham-burger :)'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/ShrYAhYXn9I/AAAAAAAAB0o/-122232mwSI/s72-c/IMG_1271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-2047195039584136320</id><published>2009-04-19T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:56:57.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>garden gnomes and other interests</title><content type='html'>Today I bought something that very much excited me. It was a spesh that Scot said we could get for the new house. I'm very much into items that are a bit whimsical in nature and add personality to our home. However, because we're afraid someone would steal this beautiful treasure, I'm going to put it somewhere in the house. I haven't decided where it should go yet, but I'm thinking somewhere in the office or possibly in the living room. He does look very sweet on the grass though. He's such a little cutie! Any name suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Sevj1PSuwGI/AAAAAAAABxQ/lyhu-8BNAS4/s1600-h/gnome2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Sevj1PSuwGI/AAAAAAAABxQ/lyhu-8BNAS4/s400/gnome2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326601488073408610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Sevj1GnSnlI/AAAAAAAABxI/lG-Qw4tOxSQ/s1600-h/gnome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Sevj1GnSnlI/AAAAAAAABxI/lG-Qw4tOxSQ/s400/gnome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326601485743726162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still in the process of beautifying our home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SevkMsWdKQI/AAAAAAAABxY/1bxnTy9ceHg/s1600-h/drain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SevkMsWdKQI/AAAAAAAABxY/1bxnTy9ceHg/s400/drain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326601891010652418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SevkM0bhSzI/AAAAAAAABxg/Wsd-QQGd7wc/s1600-h/shower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SevkM0bhSzI/AAAAAAAABxg/Wsd-QQGd7wc/s400/shower1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326601893179378482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shower has been completed, and the wallpaper is all gone. Scot scraped the popcorn ceilings off this afternoon, and we're well on our way to a completed bathroom! It's just going to be lovely! If you'd love to see the entirety of our home, maybe you should come see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Scot's busy season at work seems to be over. I've very much been looking forward to that! Friday evening, we watched a movie and ate chili that Scot made. He makes the best chili! It's not too spicy, but still flavorful. It's his secret recipe. We enjoyed just spending time with each other. Neither of us worked on stuff around the house, and it was a great time had by all involved. Sometimes, I wish we could just spend everyday all day together. I sure do love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work, we've just completed a series of lessons at church on working and the purpose of it. It was very insightful, and prompted much discussion at the Jackson household. The last lesson in the series was this morning. He talked about the idea of your work not defining you as a person. Sometimes it's easy to get caught in the "Taylor: the photographer" trap. My work becomes so important, that I forget to be the person God created me to be. Although being a photographer is definitely what I do, it's not who I am. I AM a child of God, created to bring Him glory. If I can do that, then I'm fulfilling my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something very random - right now, Scot is over speaking to our neighbor whose dog has been barking for about two hours straight. Can people not hear? We just watched "Marley and Me" this afternoon, and all of those warm fuzzy feelings that it gave about being a dog owner have been completely yanked away over the past two hours. If you can't keep a dog quiet, you don't need a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Sevf3e104eI/AAAAAAAABxA/CTlHORAOns4/s1600-h/marley_and_me_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Sevf3e104eI/AAAAAAAABxA/CTlHORAOns4/s400/marley_and_me_ver2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326597128560370146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty amazing movie though. I cried a lot. Even if you're not a dog person, you should definitely rent this tear jerker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-2047195039584136320?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/2047195039584136320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=2047195039584136320' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/2047195039584136320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/2047195039584136320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2009/04/garden-gnomes-and-other-interests.html' title='garden gnomes and other interests'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/Sevj1PSuwGI/AAAAAAAABxQ/lyhu-8BNAS4/s72-c/gnome2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-7398230290422949251</id><published>2009-04-12T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:59:22.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back :)</title><content type='html'>SO I haven't been the best blogger as of late. Lots of things have happened! I've been blessed with a job working for a church. Let me just say that I LOVE IT. Also, we moved...into a house :) Pictures of that are to come. Right now, we're still trying to put our heads back on straight. I'll give you a little teaser -- we're remodeling the bathroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SeJw2-VKENI/AAAAAAAABwQ/AbugG4wMKzA/s1600-h/web1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SeJw2-VKENI/AAAAAAAABwQ/AbugG4wMKzA/s400/web1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323941799252332754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Scot destroying things with his hammer. So handy! I'm just glad that he does the heavy lifting. I'm in charge of removing the wallpaper :) We also are very safe in our home renovation, hence the gas mask. No lung cancer for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SeJw8HeZQKI/AAAAAAAABw4/AXRT99FRBGM/s1600-h/web6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SeJw8HeZQKI/AAAAAAAABw4/AXRT99FRBGM/s400/web6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323941887606341794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite feature of the new bathroom! Our very own claw foot tub :) I thought I'd put a picture of me in it...then thought that would be a little inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SeJw3ppk-RI/AAAAAAAABww/zcAAqsfzsH8/s1600-h/web5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SeJw3ppk-RI/AAAAAAAABww/zcAAqsfzsH8/s400/web5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323941810880706834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SeJw3SdhWII/AAAAAAAABwo/nhM0GF3Dmtc/s1600-h/web4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SeJw3SdhWII/AAAAAAAABwo/nhM0GF3Dmtc/s400/web4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323941804656121986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SeJw3D2ThII/AAAAAAAABwg/u7QXX7ixRTE/s1600-h/web3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SeJw3D2ThII/AAAAAAAABwg/u7QXX7ixRTE/s400/web3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323941800733541506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SeJw3FZzNvI/AAAAAAAABwY/3H0VTpEWdio/s1600-h/web2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SeJw3FZzNvI/AAAAAAAABwY/3H0VTpEWdio/s400/web2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323941801150854898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right? Don't you just love wallpaper? That is why pictures of the rest of our house are to come. I'm not really an organizer and never have been. In fact, it kind of makes me feel slightly helpless...almost like a child, because my skills in this area are so inadequate. If anyone has any tips that would help me, I'd love to hear them. Having said this, it might be a while before you see the finished product. Maybe the end of the summer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some MAJOR bonuses to having your own home. We absolutely love the fact that we are getting to make this place our own. We're picking paint colors, choosing vanities, selecting tile, and deciding on furniture placement. It's nice to finally not be scared to use nails in the wall or worry about our security deposit. We listen to music as loudly as we like and we are no longer concerned with what the neighbors will think if we're vacuuming at 6:00 am -- (we're weird.) I love this time in my life. However, things are very busy at the Jackson household. I know that people say that it will only become more busy with time, but I sure hope that's not really the case!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-7398230290422949251?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/7398230290422949251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=7398230290422949251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/7398230290422949251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/7398230290422949251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back :)'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SeJw2-VKENI/AAAAAAAABwQ/AbugG4wMKzA/s72-c/web1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-3034884123971930584</id><published>2009-03-29T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:01:52.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milla the Hut</title><content type='html'>Here's the sweet Milla Josephine a few weeks after she'd had a chance to fatten up a bit. I designed these birth announcements for my sister to send out. They're pretty cute, but not as cute as her face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SdAn5xVOJkI/AAAAAAAABnw/mH3QBc5wX10/s1600-h/Milla_announcement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SdAn5xVOJkI/AAAAAAAABnw/mH3QBc5wX10/s400/Milla_announcement.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318795033372927554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-3034884123971930584?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/3034884123971930584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=3034884123971930584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/3034884123971930584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/3034884123971930584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2009/03/milla-hut.html' title='Milla the Hut'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SdAn5xVOJkI/AAAAAAAABnw/mH3QBc5wX10/s72-c/Milla_announcement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-6673219701539471124</id><published>2009-01-09T04:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:18:13.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milla the Russian dancer :)</title><content type='html'>I realize that I haven't been a good blogger as of late, but we've just been so busy with other things, that I haven't had a chance to sit down and write about the busyness. So here's a good post to give you baby fever. I'm introducing my newest niece, Miss Milla Josephine, to you. And no, she's not Russian. While many of you may have the urge to call her "Meeeela," I assure you, that is NOT her name :) Her name is Milla...such a sweet name for a sweet girl. She was born on New Years Eve - the perfect way to end 2008. She was 8.2 lbs. I guess that extra cooking time added a little weight. Poor girl came out so quickly that she broke her collarbone and has to wear a sling. My sister Amber said, "big girl + small mom = broken bones." She's still presh. I got to hold her for a little bit when Scot and I went down to visit them at their house. With her broken collarbone and all, I was a little scared. I didn't want to hurt her, poor thing. Here are a few sweetie pictures that I think you'll enjoy. She's such a cutie. Here's one of the first pictures I took. Look at those sweet foot prints! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdDKa3103I/AAAAAAAABhM/g728glC5izg/s1600-h/IMG_9960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdDKa3103I/AAAAAAAABhM/g728glC5izg/s400/IMG_9960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289270133661225842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting to see Milla for the first time, Jonah was very excited. He loves the idea of a new cousin. Here he is peeking through the window....waiting for a glimpse of the sweet one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdDKnoFouI/AAAAAAAABhc/dytGpYIvKzo/s1600-h/IMG_9951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdDKnoFouI/AAAAAAAABhc/dytGpYIvKzo/s400/IMG_9951.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289270137084814050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdDKQe5U6I/AAAAAAAABhE/YC3HFsZTRwk/s1600-h/IMG_9961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdDKQe5U6I/AAAAAAAABhE/YC3HFsZTRwk/s400/IMG_9961.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289270130872243106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't see her very well because she was at the farthest end of the nursery. She's that little pinky peach blob towards the back of the photo. Tessa's fiance Dustin was there trying to get the nurse's attention so that she would bring Milla over to the window. He wrote on a small piece of paper and started knocking on the window. That wasn't working, so Josh finally went back to the nurses station and let them know that about twenty people were waiting at the window to see sweet Milla. Finally, they brought her to the window...for all of thirty seconds. Here are the only two pics I was able to snap before they wisked her away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdGEX7AOwI/AAAAAAAABh0/e0-N3hL4gis/s1600-h/IMG_9965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdGEX7AOwI/AAAAAAAABh0/e0-N3hL4gis/s400/IMG_9965.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289273328324852482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdGEVMXviI/AAAAAAAABhs/htF1G1RSm28/s1600-h/IMG_9964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdGEVMXviI/AAAAAAAABhs/htF1G1RSm28/s400/IMG_9964.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289273327592390178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Major admiring his newest sister. I think he really likes the idea of being a big brother. He told me the other day, before Milla was born, that he was more excited than a school bus - whatever that means. But honestly, he's always talking about "taking care of the ladies." He's a good little man, and I think he'll be a sweet big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdG-AdNvRI/AAAAAAAABh8/yv0QdElVlCo/s1600-h/IMG_9962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdG-AdNvRI/AAAAAAAABh8/yv0QdElVlCo/s400/IMG_9962.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274318458305810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdIjpzCZKI/AAAAAAAABiE/oQMrMUwXLOQ/s1600-h/IMG_9952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdIjpzCZKI/AAAAAAAABiE/oQMrMUwXLOQ/s400/IMG_9952.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289276064722478242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had waited for a long time, we decided to do a bit of shopping and come back so that we could actually see Milla up close when they brought her back to Amber. These are definitely some of the sweetest pictures I got that day. Here's Mary Alice being such a good big sis. She loves to hold Milla and tell her things like, "You're so nice, aren't you? I just love you so much, you know?" It's very sweet to watch her love on the girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdDK21mZ5I/AAAAAAAABhk/MrXEhIK1czQ/s1600-h/IMG_9974b%26w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdDK21mZ5I/AAAAAAAABhk/MrXEhIK1czQ/s400/IMG_9974b%26w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289270141168019346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milla kept wanting to suck on her fist or anything she could stick in her mouth. What a sucker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdJ2wXmvVI/AAAAAAAABis/SvPPn4oPm1k/s1600-h/IMG_9988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdJ2wXmvVI/AAAAAAAABis/SvPPn4oPm1k/s400/IMG_9988.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289277492415610194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some sweet pictures of the Smith girls. I love how Mary Alice's hands look so much like Amber's. The way they are both patting the baby is just too cute. I think this will be a very special time for Mary Alice to be able to help out with the girl. She just loves taking care of Milla. Evidently, she gets really sad when Milla cries :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdJ25KWWrI/AAAAAAAABik/in5Js_N1J5Q/s1600-h/IMG_9996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdJ25KWWrI/AAAAAAAABik/in5Js_N1J5Q/s400/IMG_9996.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289277494775929522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdJ2jFpQSI/AAAAAAAABic/Q9f6ay_BibE/s1600-h/IMG_9995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdJ2jFpQSI/AAAAAAAABic/Q9f6ay_BibE/s400/IMG_9995.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289277488850616610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdJ2raZkmI/AAAAAAAABiM/2fKBI28N5mw/s1600-h/IMG_9991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdJ2raZkmI/AAAAAAAABiM/2fKBI28N5mw/s400/IMG_9991.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289277491085152866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe how good Amber looks after having a baby? What a pretty sister I have. Hopefully, I will look as good when we have kiddos. But honestly, I hope our kids are as sweet as these ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdJ2pDV9eI/AAAAAAAABiU/uYtm89adkB4/s1600-h/IMG_9993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdJ2pDV9eI/AAAAAAAABiU/uYtm89adkB4/s400/IMG_9993.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289277490451576290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a close up look at the girl. She's a sweet one...I think you will agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdDKpUrPtI/AAAAAAAABhU/-3Gnly75rPk/s1600-h/IMG_9978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdDKpUrPtI/AAAAAAAABhU/-3Gnly75rPk/s400/IMG_9978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289270137540263634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEET! I think wrinkly feet are just about the cutest thing ever. She has especially beautiful ones. She kind of looks like she's dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdMEYA8veI/AAAAAAAABi0/icR2v8ty08I/s1600-h/IMG_9986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdMEYA8veI/AAAAAAAABi0/icR2v8ty08I/s400/IMG_9986.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289279925419556322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is admiring her Aunt Taylor. She loves me already. I'm pretty sure she asks for me on a daily basis :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdMEkxzCWI/AAAAAAAABi8/D_3LYH0wJwM/s1600-h/IMG_9972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdMEkxzCWI/AAAAAAAABi8/D_3LYH0wJwM/s400/IMG_9972.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289279928845666658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-6673219701539471124?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/6673219701539471124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=6673219701539471124' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/6673219701539471124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/6673219701539471124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2009/01/milla-russian-dancer.html' title='Milla the Russian dancer :)'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SWdDKa3103I/AAAAAAAABhM/g728glC5izg/s72-c/IMG_9960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-7397331359219742880</id><published>2008-12-02T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:07:48.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thankful heart</title><content type='html'>This Thanksgiving was so wonderful! The food, the fun, but mostly the family. I've always loved being a part of such a large and loving family. This year, everyone was there except Adam, Alisha, and their kiddos. They sure were missed by everyone! I drove in late Monday night and was joined by my hubs on Wednesday. Scot was sick the whole time, so that kind of stunk, but I never got it, so hoorah for preventive medicine! Now I'm getting back into the groove of things until we jet off to Tulsa for Christmas. Amber's baby is due in a few weeks, so I'm praying she comes a little early so I can be there. I'm also very excited to hear the girl's name. I'm sure it will be a sweet one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are a few pictures that we took over Thanksgiving. Here's my mom not wanting her picture taken. She ended up laughing at a joke she told. This is SO my mom. Her meal was so delicious this year! My favorite is always the mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVtjlimLbI/AAAAAAAABcE/CUtUDC-qM-Y/s1600-h/turkey10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVtjlimLbI/AAAAAAAABcE/CUtUDC-qM-Y/s400/turkey10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275242996674473394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh rolls from the oven...Tessa seems happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVuu_yGhfI/AAAAAAAABcc/fCPa1jTIj4c/s1600-h/turkey3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVuu_yGhfI/AAAAAAAABcc/fCPa1jTIj4c/s400/turkey3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275244292209018354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were so much fun this year! Mary Alice and I made these cute little cupcakes that looked like Thanksgiving dinner. I didn't have my camera at the time, but imagine mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, and peas and carrots! My favorite was the mashed potato cupcake. Delish! Maj joined in with the big boys this year and played lots of ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVuukx1g8I/AAAAAAAABcM/lA4Mu2LXcsU/s1600-h/turkey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVuukx1g8I/AAAAAAAABcM/lA4Mu2LXcsU/s400/turkey1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275244284960146370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the beautiful centerpiece and table settings! I have always loved how my Mom makes everything special during the holidays. Setting out the china and laying beautiful linens....this is a tradition that I want to carry on in our family. I'll take china over paper plates any day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVuumuWAjI/AAAAAAAABcU/sK9g2XtS2LY/s1600-h/turkey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVuumuWAjI/AAAAAAAABcU/sK9g2XtS2LY/s400/turkey2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275244285482369586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVwuGZiWTI/AAAAAAAABdU/1daenovo3Wk/s1600-h/turkey11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVwuGZiWTI/AAAAAAAABdU/1daenovo3Wk/s400/turkey11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275246475828418866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh pies! My favorite! Mom's pies are the best :) I almost ruined all the pies this year because I put the wrong kind of flour in the flour canister. Luckily, they tasted just as good as they always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVwtdYkH2I/AAAAAAAABdE/NFDtdDX-UEk/s1600-h/turkey8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVwtdYkH2I/AAAAAAAABdE/NFDtdDX-UEk/s400/turkey8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275246464818487138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVws86kuKI/AAAAAAAABc8/JpnTfeC1zEI/s1600-h/turkey7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVws86kuKI/AAAAAAAABc8/JpnTfeC1zEI/s400/turkey7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275246456102762658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Barbara and Uncle Ken came down to visit this year which was so great! The kids thought Uncle Ken was especially funny. At first they didn't know when he was joking...but they figured out pretty soon that he was just silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVwt5SYUMI/AAAAAAAABdM/cJ55LyHtcmk/s1600-h/turkey9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVwt5SYUMI/AAAAAAAABdM/cJ55LyHtcmk/s400/turkey9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275246472308740290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa and Dustin went to see "Home for the Holidays" at Bass Hall. I'm sure it was fantastic! Dustin had never been to the symphony, so we got Tessa all dolled up and took a few pics before they left. What do you think of her hair? Aunt Barb and I fixed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVwsvfbsII/AAAAAAAABc0/8DKjE6njoWA/s1600-h/turkey6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVwsvfbsII/AAAAAAAABc0/8DKjE6njoWA/s400/turkey6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275246452499263618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, brother Ben took a few pics of Scot and me for our holiday card. Any votes for which one we should use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVuvaTr7EI/AAAAAAAABcs/yB6kG95sxTY/s1600-h/turkey5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVuvaTr7EI/AAAAAAAABcs/yB6kG95sxTY/s400/turkey5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275244299329203266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVuvJF-2DI/AAAAAAAABck/MIgcnJcue3c/s1600-h/turkey4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVuvJF-2DI/AAAAAAAABck/MIgcnJcue3c/s400/turkey4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275244294708320306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful thanksgiving filled with lots of things to be thankful for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-7397331359219742880?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/7397331359219742880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=7397331359219742880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/7397331359219742880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/7397331359219742880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankful-heart.html' title='a thankful heart'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/STVtjlimLbI/AAAAAAAABcE/CUtUDC-qM-Y/s72-c/turkey10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-5899680312493953551</id><published>2008-11-13T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:03:28.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pies + family = best time of the year</title><content type='html'>Hey all! My Mom is resting at home after her surgery and getting ready for chemo. Keep praying for her strength and that she gets plenty of rest. We picked up some very cozy pajamas at Soma for her to romp around in. I've never been in Soma, but after getting those pjs, they're going on my Christmas list! The past few weeks have been a blessing, even with the rough news, because I've gotten to spend so much time with my family. On Halloween, I got to trick-or-treat with all my little nephews and sweet niece--sometimes I call her my nice, cause she's just so nice--in their precious costumes. Mary Alice has been so concerned with her Gran (my Mom). She's such a caring and considerate little woman. Also, my older sister and I have been at my parents' house cleaning up and happily eating the delicious food many very sweet people are bringing to my parents. I love my family! We're getting so big that it's becoming hard to schedule holidays. Christmas is with Scot's family this year, but Thanksgiving will be in grand 'ole Cleburne. I'm so excited that (almost) the whole family gets to spend Thanksgiving together. Even my Aunt Barb and Uncle Ken are joining in on the fun! I just can't wait for this wonderful time to spend with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I desperately need to clean my own home. It's a MESS! I guess this is what happens when I'm gone for a week ;) What would Scot do without me? Just kidding. But I really do need to clean up around here. I smell something funny. I think the kitchen is calling my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-5899680312493953551?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/5899680312493953551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=5899680312493953551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/5899680312493953551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/5899680312493953551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2008/11/pies-family-best-time-of-year.html' title='pies + family = best time of the year'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-8075051571269823780</id><published>2008-10-31T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:57:23.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SQs8B0sovvI/AAAAAAAABUw/T_5WwrRWctw/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SQs8B0sovvI/AAAAAAAABUw/T_5WwrRWctw/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263366591535955698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today satan is trying to rock my world. I got a call this morning from Dad telling me that Mom had bad results from her colonoscopy and has to have surgery today. Cancer. Such a horrible word. It grounds even the most strong in faith. So as I type, my mom, my dearest and best friend, is having surgery. My Mom has always been one of the most amazing people to me. She seriously is so passionate about so many things. I just pray that right now, she's calm and remembers that we serve You, a good God that is loving and gracious and kind. I also pray that I'm not anxious in my thoughts and that I will continue to look to You for your comfort and calming Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Name of your precious Son I pray this very heartfelt prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-8075051571269823780?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/8075051571269823780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=8075051571269823780' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/8075051571269823780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/8075051571269823780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2008/10/cancer.html' title='Cancer'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SQs8B0sovvI/AAAAAAAABUw/T_5WwrRWctw/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-4684315101610863524</id><published>2008-10-20T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:09:38.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our state fair is the best state fair in the whole wide world!</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was pretty busy, but SO FUN! On Friday afternoon, my Dad and I went to the Kimball Art Museum in Ft.Worth and looked at the impressionist exhibit. I love stuff like that! We had so much fun seeing all the amazing art on loan from Chicago. Afterwards, I met my sister and her family at the botanical gardens and had a fun photo session of all of them before their little bundle arrives. It's a girl, and we're really excited! When the photo session was over, I left to meet Scot so that we could have dinner with the Flemings. By the time I met Scot, I was starving! Yum, Tiff...the baked ziti was wonderful! We all watched Ironman and Thursdays' episode of The Office (our favorite show). We were pretty much pooped when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I worked on a few Barefeet things while Scot studied. He's in the big middle of the CPA and is in a constant state of tired. While  you're thinking about it, say a quick prayer for him. He's extremely stressed. Everyone needs a study break every now and then, so we went to the fair that night with the Browns. We ate so much! Here's a list of all we ate: two foot long corny dogs, a diet coke, a carmel apple covered in nuts, a turkey leg, fried pineapple covered with whip cream and strawberries, a funnel cake, and cotton candy. Now most of that was consumed by Scot, but I definitely ate a lot more than I ever have at the fair. It was so much fun though! I even got a kiss from the top of the ferris wheel! That was my favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SP0BBw-nvLI/AAAAAAAABPo/SDuqjVkG2NM/s1600-h/Pie_eating_contest_1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SP0BBw-nvLI/AAAAAAAABPo/SDuqjVkG2NM/s400/Pie_eating_contest_1923.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259361069677657266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we had a pretty relaxing afternoon. I just worked on some Bible Hour stuff for later that night and watched the Cowboys get slaughtered. I hope their season isn't over. Who loses to the St.Louis Rams? Anyway, I'm off to fix supper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-4684315101610863524?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/4684315101610863524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=4684315101610863524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/4684315101610863524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/4684315101610863524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-state-fair-is-best-state-fair-in.html' title='our state fair is the best state fair in the whole wide world!'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SP0BBw-nvLI/AAAAAAAABPo/SDuqjVkG2NM/s72-c/Pie_eating_contest_1923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-4990387200199943929</id><published>2008-10-08T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T06:50:56.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early to rise</title><content type='html'>Scot has been getting up very early lately. I'm not really an early riser. If you know me at all, you know that I love to sleep. On this particular morning, Scot woke me up at 6:12, after he had been up for an hour, and said, "Can I take you to Starbucks?" What a treat! I was so tired, but going on a fun morning date with my hubs was worth being tired. As we drove up to Starbucks, we stepped out of the car to the noise of thousands of birds. Scot asked me if there were speakers in the tree that were playing bird noises. It was dark, but speakers? You're silly, Scot. I got a passion tea and a pumpkin scone. Yum! So now Scot is at work...sad day. He'll be home for lunch though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SOy5q500huI/AAAAAAAABLY/LcAfz1eZdbw/s1600-h/starbucks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SOy5q500huI/AAAAAAAABLY/LcAfz1eZdbw/s400/starbucks.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254779011962537698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of lunch, yesterday I made the most delicious vegetable/potato soup! It was very hearty as well as low in fat. Let me share the recipe. Sautee the chopped onions and green peppers together with the butter. Add the flour and stir. Pour in the chicken stock then add in all the other veggies and herbs! Cook until the potatoes are soft - about 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup of chopped onions &lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chopped green peppers&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon butter&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons flour&lt;br /&gt;1 box Rachel Ray's chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped carrots&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped celery&lt;br /&gt;8 medium red potatoes&lt;br /&gt;pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;dash of salt&lt;br /&gt;sage to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Scot and I went on a bike ride last night. Usually, I'm a little hard to get out the door for a long ride, but I wanted to spend time with Scot. It was beautiful outside and not too cold and he told me it would only be thirty minutes. An hour later, my hiney was sore and I was pretty tired. Scot decided to go the long way around Arbor Hills and we got home just in time for the debate. That cheered me up a little. I ran and took a super quick shower and we ate supper as we watched. I don't really know what to think about that debate. I wanted so badly for McCain to do as good of a job as Palin did on that last debate. She really ripped into Biden. I think she made him look childish and whiney, which is good. If only Palin could debate with Obama...what a wonderful world. Regardless, I know who I'm voting for, come November. I figure if Obama wins, God will use this awful choice of the American people for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-4990387200199943929?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/4990387200199943929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=4990387200199943929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/4990387200199943929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/4990387200199943929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2008/10/early-to-rise.html' title='Early to rise'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SOy5q500huI/AAAAAAAABLY/LcAfz1eZdbw/s72-c/starbucks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-6092178109634444971</id><published>2008-10-01T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:38:31.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireproof</title><content type='html'>The other night, Scot and I went on our "date night." We were trying to decide if we were going to go see a movie or just go grab a bite to eat. I absolutely love going to the movies, so that's what we decided to do. I had been hearing about this Kirk Cameron movie, "Fireproof," for a while and it really interested me. Scot had never even seen the previews, but he said we could go. I think he might have been expecting something a little different. It wasn't quite the action movie he had prepared himself for. Yes, the cinematography was not the best I've ever seen, however, this movie was truly a blessing. Through the whole movie, Scot held my hand and kept saying sweet things to me like, "I love you" and "You're really special." It was just a really great date and a very neat movie. If you have not yet seen it, I highly recommend it! It has such profound truths that really touched us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SOPgtmIwA-I/AAAAAAAAA7A/yM3i1KL9o1w/s1600-h/fireprooflogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SOPgtmIwA-I/AAAAAAAAA7A/yM3i1KL9o1w/s400/fireprooflogo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252288664380113890"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-6092178109634444971?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/6092178109634444971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=6092178109634444971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/6092178109634444971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/6092178109634444971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2008/10/fireproof.html' title='Fireproof'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SOPgtmIwA-I/AAAAAAAAA7A/yM3i1KL9o1w/s72-c/fireprooflogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-7693026919335683316</id><published>2008-09-25T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:23:28.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Scot Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SNueGTeXeNI/AAAAAAAAA64/KHM5dmoMadY/s1600-h/Scot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SNueGTeXeNI/AAAAAAAAA64/KHM5dmoMadY/s400/Scot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249963621774489810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my sweet man's birthday. I'm so glad that 24 years ago on this day he was born so that I could be blessed by him. He woke up really early this morning and went to run. He's so committed! As he was getting ready for work, he was singing, "Happy birthday to me..." My Scot is so silly. Him and his cute dimples. I asked him if he'd told anyone at work that today is his birthday, but he said he wasn't going to. I'll just spoil him instead. I've got big plans for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so now I'm going to list just a few of the hundreds of things I love about Scot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Scot can make me laugh more than anyone in the world. Honestly, I don't really know where his humor comes from, but he's always so silly. He makes every day fun and laughable. He's never a downer and always looks to find the positive in things. That can be really helpful because sometimes I'm a Debbie Downer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Scot takes care of me. I remember the first time I realized what a special guy he was. We had been dating only three months and I became horridly ill. I was so sick that I didn't even care that he saw me with my nasty bed hair and no make up face. It was the most sick I'd ever been. My room mate had called him to pick me up at 6:45 in the morning to take me to the doctor. Missing his own class--which if he had had perfect attendance, he wouldn't have had to take the final--he came and carried me down the stairs with a bowl in my hands. I hurled several times in his car and he gladly cleaned my bowl. After being at the doctor all day, he carried me up to my bed and left me a little note saying: "Medicine is in the kitchen, drinks are in the fridge. -- p.s. you're the kind of girl I want to take care of." That's when I knew that I was in love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Scot is a leader. He always is willing to lead a prayer or singing--even though he's not the world's best tenor ;) At Harding, we went to a devo where there were tons of able guys. Scot would always tell Tim he would lead singing because nobody else was willing. I love this about him. He doesn't care what people think of him, he just wants to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Scot is a hopeless romantic. Read the post about Celine. You'll get the picture. Also, he writes poems for me...and they're really good. He sends me text messages all day that give me butterflies all over again. The other day, he asked if he could wash my hair for me! He makes me melt like butter. I constantly feel like we're still dating, which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Scot is very generous. Even when our own budget is tight, he never fails to give to those who are in more need. He also never wants anything for himself. He's way more likely to send a check to someone than get the running shoes that he REALLY needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Scot tries so hard to be better every day. He's constantly wanting to grow closer in our marriage and closer to God. He hates mediocrity. I love that he's making me a better person too. We're perfect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Scot is extremely driven. To get up and run for an hour before work takes someone with a ton of motivation. I can barely get myself to run for five minutes a week. He's the same way when it comes to completing any task that takes a lot of effort.  He motivates me in ways that I could never do myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Scot can really cook. I will be the first to admit that I'm not the best in the kitchen, but Scot is so sweet about it. He really helps me out in this way. He actually loves to cook! Scot makes a mean loaf of turtle bread and is always serving up fun coffee drinks. I don't know what I would do if all he could make was cereal. I am so blessed by someone so talented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Scot is very hospitable. He's always willing to have anyone and everyone over for some home cooked goodies. He doesn't care if our house looks perfect--which I kind of do--but he just loves for people to come over. I'm really glad he sees the benefit of bringing people into your home. I think that's really how to build relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last but certainly not least, Scot never talks badly about people. He's constantly telling me to shut my pie hole. If ever I'm griping about someone, Scot's the first to say, "That's not very sweet." He keeps my big mouth in check. I'm glad that in my struggles, I have a husband that's constantly helping me to be better. He tries to see the good in everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see, I have the most precious, special guy around. He's just a true blessing in my life. I love him so much, and my love for him grows even more with each passing day. On this very special day, I just want to let everyone know how great he really is. I love you, Scot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-7693026919335683316?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/7693026919335683316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=7693026919335683316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/7693026919335683316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/7693026919335683316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-scot-jackson.html' title='My Scot Jackson'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SNueGTeXeNI/AAAAAAAAA64/KHM5dmoMadY/s72-c/Scot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-7386217130239750084</id><published>2008-09-16T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:12:34.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Boys!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm in a bit of a slump. I don't know exactly what kind of slump, but I have the feeling I need to start exercising. My job is such that I'm sitting in front of the computer pretty much all day. I find a cozy place on the couch, turn on HGTV, set up my work space, and begin trucking away on editing and making beautiful wedding albums. Last night, Scot and I went on a mini-date and took a thirty minute walk around the apartments. I can't tell you how much better I felt! It's amazing how much a little walk in the evening will do for you. This next weekend, Scot is running a 5k. I think I'm going to participate. Maybe I'll go on a little run this morning. It's SUPER nice outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cool weather, I'm so excited for the weather to change. I have a cute little black coat that I've been dying to wear. I love bundling up and I love that we'll finally get to use our cozy fireplace. The holiday season is approaching! Start getting your Christmas music out and brewing the cider!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I think I'm actually becoming a Dallas Cowboys fan. I never would have believed this could ever happen, it's just when the game comes on, I'm hooked! Last night, I even had more enthusiasm than Scot! Part of that was because Scot brought home this coupon that read "The number of points that Cowboys score in a game, is the percentage you will receive off your pizza order on game night and the following day." I'm not really a pizza fan, but the Cowboys scored 41 points! That's a really good deal. Also, Scot said this pizza is really fresh and yummy. He even said there were fresh oregano leaves on the pizza top! Back to being a Cowboys fan, I think the reason I'm so into it is because I just love a good competition. Last night's game was so fun! So here's a little picture of me that Scot snapped last night during the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SM_aecaQVGI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/3R93UoDL3T0/s1600-h/20080117135809990018.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SM_aecaQVGI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/3R93UoDL3T0/s400/20080117135809990018.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246652307467162722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-7386217130239750084?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/7386217130239750084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=7386217130239750084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/7386217130239750084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/7386217130239750084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-boys.html' title='Go Boys!'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SM_aecaQVGI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/3R93UoDL3T0/s72-c/20080117135809990018.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-884090018318207781</id><published>2008-09-11T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T07:57:43.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09.11.01</title><content type='html'>This morning, I'm ironing while watching President Bush talk about the horrible events that happened on this day seven years ago. It's really hard to believe that it's been that long. I remember changing out of my gym clothes inside the ACU girls' locker room my freshmen year of college. At first, I don't think we really knew what was going on. We thought that it was a terrible accident. As we kept watching the TV, it became evident that this was something much greater. There were people praying and crying all over campus. There was a girl in my psychology class that was from New York City and was waiting to hear about her uncle who worked in the twin towers. In chapel that day, we talked about what had happened. The whole service was basically a prayer and an urge for us to pray for our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SMkxljXCsJI/AAAAAAAAA2o/etXgPVOAJsA/s1600-h/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SMkxljXCsJI/AAAAAAAAA2o/etXgPVOAJsA/s400/610x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244777762266460306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that there's a need of prayers for our country at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223668244270652224-884090018318207781?l=famisfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/feeds/884090018318207781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223668244270652224&amp;postID=884090018318207781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/884090018318207781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223668244270652224/posts/default/884090018318207781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famisfab.blogspot.com/2008/09/091101.html' title='09.11.01'/><author><name>Barefeet Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560190778914672267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/R_PdThZkFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7pkje2IAVQ/S220/IMG_7047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SMkxljXCsJI/AAAAAAAAA2o/etXgPVOAJsA/s72-c/610x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223668244270652224.post-7343216442149768952</id><published>2008-09-09T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:43:36.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My very sweet hubby :)</title><content type='html'>So, I've been a part of the blogging world for a while, but I usually only post a little blurb about the past week's photo shoot and a few of my favorite pictures. I guess my life is semi-interesting, so I guess I have decided to be a blogger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, I have the sweetest husband ever! Last night, I was pretty tired and not really in that pleasant of a mood. I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, and Scot comes around behind me and says, "hey, I think you should take a look into the freezer..." I thought that maybe he had gotten some ice cream and wanted to share some with me. Ice cream didn't sound that good. It was late. To humor him, I went into the kitchen and popped open the freezer. What did I find??? CELINE DION TICKETS!! I started crying. I love Celine! I've always told Scot that if I could see one person in concert, it would be her. I guess she just reminds me of a more simple time in my life: high school. I remember falling asleep to the song "I love you," number 9 on the blue and white cd, if you're not familiar. And when Titanic came out? I was there...three times I was there. You might be asking, was this for your birthday? No. Anniversary? No. This was because my husband is such a sweetheart and could tell I was having a rough day. Of course, he tried to play off the sweetness and say that we didn't really do anything for my birthday, so this was a makeup present. What a nice one! I love him, and can't believe I am so blessed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a preview of what's to come:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SMa1OidXwfI/AAAAAAAAA2M/cDRLts5BreE/s1600-h/celine-dion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPfzUqH3zpY/SMa1OidXwfI/AAAAAAAAA2M/cDRLts5BreE/s400/celine-dion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244078077492314610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so incredibly excited I just can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm a terribly bad person and have never gotten my wisdom teeth removed. I know what you're thinking. Didn't I know that it's much harder to get them taken out later in life? I did. But I just really don't like the idea of surgery in my mouth. I'm kind of a baby when it comes to that whole process. Now they're starting to bother me and I can't help but blame...myself. My mouth has been slightly hard to open and the corner of one of my wisdom teeth is rubbing up against my cheek. Tomorrow I think I might stop by my brother-in-law the dentist and see what he thinks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a third note, I've been trying to cook on the cheap, but occasionally, I make something that is pretty disgusting.  Scot's usually nice about it. I'm very excited about this broiler technique that I've learned from my friend Tiffany. Cooking moist chicken is now a breeze when all you have to do is marinate for 20 mins and cook for 15! Who knew that the broiler setting on the oven isn't just for cinnamon toast? Maybe I'm showing my lack of knowledge in the kitchen, but I can't lie, I'm not the world's greatest chef. 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