<?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-5832649415481400769</id><updated>2012-01-19T05:01:02.700-08:00</updated><category term='Brady'/><title type='text'>What a happy life!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-468127860124835860</id><published>2009-06-29T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:05:31.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Stories</title><content type='html'>Every night I've been reading the Bible to the boys.  It is a great story Bible with pictures and questions and they absolutely love it.  In fact it helps me get them to want to go to bed. I read the story and ask the boys questions and when Tony comes up to tell them good night they retell him the story so he'll know it too.  It is so amazing to hear them to retell the stories and the details they remember.  Even little Mackie surprises me ever night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night we read about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Samuel&lt;/span&gt;. When we got to the part about Hannah giving Samuel to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;, Brady cried. We tried to explain it to him how Eli became like his dad and reassure him that he wasn't going to live with an old scary priest but there was no consoling him. He was just so upset that Samuel didn't get to live with his mommy.  His heart is so precious and tender, and he feels things so strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we read about how David became king and brought the ark back from the Philistines.  We've seen the ark twice in our picture Bible so far and Brady seems to be following.  I took this opportunity to talk about how when Jesus came, God's spirit didn't dwell in a box he lives in our heart.  Mac said "Jesus isn't in our house" and I said "yes he is, you can't see him with your eyes but you see him with your heart, that's where he lives" -- Mackie said "I doesn't live in my heart, he lives in my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;belly&lt;/span&gt;." --- it was so funny and caught me off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately there is a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;killing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; in the Old Testament but the stories are really good.  I can't wait to get to the stories about Jesus.  Reading the Bible with my boys has been my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; rewarding spiritual endeavor this year and it fills my heart to over flowing.  It's a kiss from the King.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-468127860124835860?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/468127860124835860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=468127860124835860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/468127860124835860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/468127860124835860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/06/bible-stories.html' title='Bible Stories'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-949828204577996520</id><published>2009-06-17T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T03:40:08.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brady's program</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-575a97af4ebb8c68" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D575a97af4ebb8c68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895787%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D706D4F86BB1F44CF9E57BA683773666D79551221.150618F68D838897F6AB810E7201EF2925B50103%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D575a97af4ebb8c68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D57ZTvoUcy1E-Mhm9grIhXcG1Ts0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D575a97af4ebb8c68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895787%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D706D4F86BB1F44CF9E57BA683773666D79551221.150618F68D838897F6AB810E7201EF2925B50103%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D575a97af4ebb8c68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D57ZTvoUcy1E-Mhm9grIhXcG1Ts0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  Brady is the little boy in the black hat.  He is also wearing a plaid shirt and an apron.  He is supposed to be a farmer and they were reinacting an ancient greek political play where the people are electing a leader.  They choose the one who passes out sausages so they will never go hungry.  A lot of people got in the way and you can hear Mac's voice asking where Brady is.  Chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-949828204577996520?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=575a97af4ebb8c68&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/949828204577996520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=949828204577996520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/949828204577996520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/949828204577996520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/06/bradys-program.html' title='Brady&apos;s program'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-1798167853482468932</id><published>2009-06-17T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:02:00.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mikros Pringipas</title><content type='html'>This is the name of the school that Brady and Mac go to.  It is really cute and they have a good time.  This is their summer program.  It was really cute but there was chaos too.  Mac was supposed to be a dancer but as you can see from his video he chickened out and spent the rest of the program on my lap.  This contributed to the shaky nature of Brady's video but I thought you'd enjoy them anyways. I know that it isn't very easy for them since they don't speak much greek yet, but they are doing a great job.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5951ada6eb8f8c8c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5951ada6eb8f8c8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895787%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74A456E05970EFDBDF7525954A16DE2C418D34AE.6E8E8BD22B2780B8C9B60C5A3A922B3FD6D82E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5951ada6eb8f8c8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV3zXS6YjbXClb3Zd22WHLyAIlGU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5951ada6eb8f8c8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895787%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74A456E05970EFDBDF7525954A16DE2C418D34AE.6E8E8BD22B2780B8C9B60C5A3A922B3FD6D82E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5951ada6eb8f8c8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV3zXS6YjbXClb3Zd22WHLyAIlGU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-1798167853482468932?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5951ada6eb8f8c8c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/1798167853482468932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=1798167853482468932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/1798167853482468932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/1798167853482468932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-mikros-pringipas.html' title='O Mikros Pringipas'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-2323675906686493129</id><published>2009-06-17T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:52:33.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paging Dr. Brady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Sjit1Q6Z_lI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0Lt_Ljpx1VA/s1600-h/DSCN5861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Sjit1Q6Z_lI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0Lt_Ljpx1VA/s200/DSCN5861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348215688087076434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony and Brady were running an errand the other day and Tony was asking him questions.  One of the things Tony asked was "Brady what do you want to be when you grow up."  Usually Brady says "I don't know.".  This time however was the first time Brady had an answer.  He said "I want to be a doctor."  Actually I think Brady would be a great doctor.  He is really smart and loves to learn and he is so compassionate and helpful.  When someone is hurt or upset he always tries to make them feel better.  So now we sometimes call him Dr. Brady.  He really likes it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-2323675906686493129?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2323675906686493129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=2323675906686493129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2323675906686493129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2323675906686493129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/06/paging-dr-brady.html' title='Paging Dr. Brady'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Sjit1Q6Z_lI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0Lt_Ljpx1VA/s72-c/DSCN5861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-6749668901542544874</id><published>2009-06-17T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:41:40.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Navy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SjioyO6PFeI/AAAAAAAAAP4/dEevbtJ0KkY/s1600-h/DSCN5922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SjioyO6PFeI/AAAAAAAAAP4/dEevbtJ0KkY/s200/DSCN5922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348210138451744226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Sjiox03shVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kJjUhE6XUeo/s1600-h/DSCN5925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Sjiox03shVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kJjUhE6XUeo/s200/DSCN5925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348210131461768530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SjioxTpYqLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dutlpxysgr4/s1600-h/DSCN5937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SjioxTpYqLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dutlpxysgr4/s200/DSCN5937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348210122543376562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tony turned 30 last Sunday - it was a great day of celebration.  We just finished up with a Save Europe's Children team and our good friend Sara left for Ireland.  I got my first babysitter since I've lived here.  There is another American family that lives close to us and has teenage daughters and they are awesome.  We went with our Greek friends Nina and Thomas (you pronounce the TH when you say it in greek).  We went to the only steak place in the city and had a great time.  It was election day here so most greeks had returned to their village to vote.  There were 2 American ships at the port in Thessaloniki for the weekend pooring about 3000 Americans onto greek soil.  Since most of the greeks were gone just about everyone we passed was American.  I could understand everyones' conversation without even trying.  We spent most of the time explaining the americans to our friends speaking only in greek.  It was tough but really fun.  The next day we connected with the chaplin and he gave us a tour.  Tony was excited because they had Mt. Dew on the ship but unfortunately it was all gone.  We took the boys with us to the ship and it was really hot and they were really tired but it was quite an experience.  I was holding Mac most of the time because he was so sleepy.  At one point he randomly licked my arm.... my whole arm.  He said "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you taste like playdough mommy&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-6749668901542544874?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/6749668901542544874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=6749668901542544874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6749668901542544874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6749668901542544874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-navy.html' title='In the Navy'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SjioyO6PFeI/AAAAAAAAAP4/dEevbtJ0KkY/s72-c/DSCN5922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-2456538751537797241</id><published>2009-06-17T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:12:55.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac's Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Sjilc_X04QI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PmdKjvmJcSI/s1600-h/DSCN5836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Sjilc_X04QI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PmdKjvmJcSI/s320/DSCN5836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348206474968752386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said goodbye to a good friend last week,  Miss Shannon.  Shannon was studying abroad here in Thess this semester but it came to end and she returned to Florida.  We connected because she was involved with her Chi Alpha group and met at the Summit over New Year's. Mac was in love with Shannon.  She was #5 in his love tank.   He went with Tony to take her to the airport and cried as she left.  Now everyone plane that goes by he asks "Is that Miss Shannon?".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-2456538751537797241?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2456538751537797241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=2456538751537797241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2456538751537797241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2456538751537797241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/06/macs-girlfriend.html' title='Mac&apos;s Girlfriend'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Sjilc_X04QI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PmdKjvmJcSI/s72-c/DSCN5836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-1635596576157977669</id><published>2009-06-17T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:03:49.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Kansas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SjijXmONdvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/FUO_2jceSPE/s1600-h/DSCN5866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SjijXmONdvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/FUO_2jceSPE/s320/DSCN5866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348204183294932722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been here there and everywhere of late here in Greece.  We've been continuing to learn Greek and build relationships and are preparing for our first team.  We had a great visit with Pop Pop Rando and Grandma Linda from Wichita and they came with oodles of stuff for us from home which was so awesome.  We also connected with their church who did a 2 day trip here in Greece before their trip to Israel.  Recently we got together with all the A/G personnel here in the Balkans, and the Kansas group was so fantastic to bring things for all of them.  We did a little auction Survivor style and had a fun time.  I am always amazed at the generosity of people and nothing has touched my heart as deeply as this.  We are so grateful for the ways God provides through the goodness of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-1635596576157977669?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/1635596576157977669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=1635596576157977669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/1635596576157977669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/1635596576157977669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-kansas.html' title='Thank You Kansas'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SjijXmONdvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/FUO_2jceSPE/s72-c/DSCN5866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-5509182039857658061</id><published>2009-04-30T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:00:18.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll kick you birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Sfn1KfUf_mI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HAdyb6nzZCY/s1600-h/DSCN2569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Sfn1KfUf_mI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HAdyb6nzZCY/s200/DSCN2569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330561194524671586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just have to write this for memory sake.  The summer before last we took a little mini trip to Ocean City as a family.  The weather wasn't the best but we had a good time anyway.  One thing I wanted to do with Brady is take him to feed the seagulls on the beach, a thing I loved to do with my dad.  The problem was that since it was September these poor fat seagulls were starving.  Brady had just turned 2 and Mac was only 8 months.  When we started throwing out bread, the swarmed us and I was for real afraid.  They were hovering right at my face and I paniced, Brady was at my feet crying and crying and he knew I was scared.  Finally, I threw the bread and tried to grab him and run away.  It was an embarassing and scary experience.  Well for the rest of the weekend Brady was so scared of the seagulls and any time we had food they were right on top of us.  We tried to help him be brave but he wasn't too good at speaking yet.  We told him when the birds came up to him to just say "I'll kick you birds!" and run after them.  The way he said it, it sounded like "I'll kick 'ew birds"... it was so funny.  It worked a little bit.  The funniest part though, is when we got home after a few weeks we were playing outside on the driveway with a bunch of toys and we heard the sweet little tweet tweet of a PA brid above us on the telephone wire.  Out of nowhere Brady looked up at him and said (in his toughest voice) "I'll kick ew bird".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-5509182039857658061?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/5509182039857658061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=5509182039857658061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5509182039857658061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5509182039857658061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-kick-you-birds.html' title='I&apos;ll kick you birds'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Sfn1KfUf_mI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HAdyb6nzZCY/s72-c/DSCN2569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-2749472831578286541</id><published>2009-04-12T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:45:12.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in Athens</title><content type='html'>When Tony's parents were here visiting we had a great time.  We did so much and just enjoyed it all very much. My favorite memory was the dinner we had in Athens in the evening looking at the Acropolis all lit up. While we were there I was asking the kids the only question they can answer in Greek.  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We thought it would be best for them so that they can learn Greek and make friends. They have started to become a little afraid of Greek kids. We think it's better for them if they can feel a part of things early because 3 year olds aren't as mean as 5 years old.  Already they are learning new words and although they cry getting on the bus they are always so happy and energetic in the afternoon when they return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady.  Well he is brilliant I think.  His favorite thing to do it worksheets.  I will have to teach my boys English and American stuff so I got a bunch of books from Ollies Bargain Outlet and have been working with him. He does so will an can spell his name.  He has recently learned all of his letters and can identify them which just happened a week or so ago when Grandma gave him a Sesame Street place mat. He is learning how to write and can count to 39, we need to work on his tens because a lot of times he says twenty eleven for 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac.  Greeks love him, he is so sweet they say. He really can't be taught much but learns well on his own.  He can count to 13 skips 14 and goes to 16.  All of which I couldn't teach him.  Although he will not do it on command you just have to catch it.  Also I've been working on his colors but he never ever gets it but then out of the blue he'll call out a Greek color correctly and shock the socks off of us.  He knows his ABC's really well and loves to sing the song.  Usually when he gets off the bus he says "I was crying, because I missed you", melts my heart every time.  The boys sit together on the bus and have a great afternoon playing together when they get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves our boys and they have brought a lot of joy to people here.  They are doing so well and we are really proud of the way they have adjusted.  It's hard to believe that they will be bilingual in a couple of months. (lucky kids)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-3758371238870856712?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/3758371238870856712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=3758371238870856712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3758371238870856712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3758371238870856712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-boys-are-doing-now.html' title='What the boys are doing now'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SeJCKBXj9RI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VPqwCmAZ1eY/s72-c/DSCN5580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-3928105483471645314</id><published>2009-04-12T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:47:19.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the Flush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/52/118727680_1ee4f433a4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/52/118727680_1ee4f433a4.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got off the plane in Austria on our trip over the ocean, Brady of course had to go potty.  After a long but short night on the plane I took him.  He has done so well being potty trained since June.  He did his thing without problems or hesitation but when he was done and ready to flush he got stressed out.  There is really no other way to put it except that he got noticeably anxious with the unfamiliarity of the potty and the location of "the flush" in particular.  Here they could be anywhere.  I say this story now because Brady has adapted so well that he can find the flush anywhere and it's become a game.  Just one of the little adjustments we've all made.... did I mention we can't flush toilet paper?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-3928105483471645314?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/3928105483471645314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=3928105483471645314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3928105483471645314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3928105483471645314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/04/finding-flush.html' title='Finding the Flush'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-534114775574987970</id><published>2009-03-11T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:54:58.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SbegQ6AfyRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RtpEilrPO-o/s1600-h/DSCN5209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SbegQ6AfyRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RtpEilrPO-o/s200/DSCN5209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311890497816480018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our family we try to keep Valentine's Day simple, after all it is a Hallmark Holiday.  There is no need to spend a large amount of money on someone to prove your love for them, but it does not deserve to be overlooked either.  So, in our family we try to do something special and thoughtful for one another and I have loved it every time.  This year we made cards which were funny and sweet and I made Tony some cinnamon rolls which didn't turn out quite right but it's the thought that counts (I am still learning how to cook over here), and Tony cleaned up the whole kitchen for me (we don't have a dish washer, it's kind of a big deal) and put together my new kitchen table.  My parents flew into Thess on Valentine's Day this year and it was a very special moment.  One of the sweetest things was that my dad brought them a heart shaped box of chocolates.  When I was little I can remember getting a similar box every year for Valentine's Day.  I hate the chocolates inside but what a precious memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-534114775574987970?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/534114775574987970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=534114775574987970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/534114775574987970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/534114775574987970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/03/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SbegQ6AfyRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RtpEilrPO-o/s72-c/DSCN5209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-6170799599535021168</id><published>2009-03-11T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T03:58:26.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Grateful for....</title><content type='html'>One of the greatest gifts my dad gave me for coming here to Greece is teaching me how to drive a stick shift vehicle. I wouldn't be able to go anywhere without this knowledge and confidence and there is no way I could learn in these narrow hilly streets.  It seems so simple and silly but I am thankful for it everyday.  NOTE: all persons planning to live overseas, LEARN TO DRIVE STICK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-6170799599535021168?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/6170799599535021168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=6170799599535021168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6170799599535021168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6170799599535021168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/03/most-grateful-for.html' title='Most Grateful for....'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-4086333976128055577</id><published>2009-03-11T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T03:55:48.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever and a Day</title><content type='html'>I'd be surprised if anyone was still reading since I haven't been writing of late but here are some updates.  Culture shock has been a beast for me and more recently now that my parents have come and gone but I'll make it  through.  Of course when things are difficult it is hard to talk about in this forum so it just gets abandoned for a while.  There have been many funny things that have happened in the lives of my boys - for instance they have decided the best place to put boogies is the glass doors.  I have caught them a couple of times picking their noses and going straight to the glass doors.  Also, Brady and Mac continually blame Zolti Wislocky for every broken item in Greece.  Also he gets blamed for things that didn't actually happen.  The weather is getting nice so we are outside a lot which is wonderful. We've made some great Greek friends, Nina &amp; Thomas who have been so kind to invite us everywhere and include us with all of their friends.  Of course we are working hard a Greek but it seems like the more I learn the more I think I'll never get it.  I've made an English/Greek friend too and that has been really nice.  Both friends have a 14 month old boy so our kids interact a little.  I am looking forward to Tony's parents visit next week and Brady and Mac attending school in April.  Easter here is a huge celebration with festivals and parades and huge feasts.  We are looking forward to this as well.  The Lord continues to give us such favor and we are so grateful for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-4086333976128055577?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/4086333976128055577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=4086333976128055577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/4086333976128055577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/4086333976128055577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/03/forever-and-day.html' title='Forever and a Day'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-5875629020927330162</id><published>2009-01-19T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:06:48.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac's Birthday Presents</title><content type='html'>Mac had a great time with his gifts, and Brady was a good sport too.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-be4e847f314ca90e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/5875629020927330162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=5875629020927330162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5875629020927330162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5875629020927330162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/01/macs-birthday-presents.html' title='Mac&apos;s Birthday Presents'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-925780571005288418</id><published>2009-01-19T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:57:02.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SXTa--zCAiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1b3UOcGHABs/s1600-h/DSCN5140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SXTa--zCAiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1b3UOcGHABs/s200/DSCN5140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293096237610959394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that they haven't made the playoffs for a few years, we're raising up a ban of Sebastian boys who will be fans for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-925780571005288418?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/925780571005288418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=925780571005288418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/925780571005288418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/925780571005288418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/01/fans.html' title='Fans'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SXTa--zCAiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1b3UOcGHABs/s72-c/DSCN5140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-2423004031799438320</id><published>2009-01-19T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:52:44.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SXTZpauWFyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zdjn6QiYpz8/s1600-h/DSCN5129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SXTZpauWFyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zdjn6QiYpz8/s200/DSCN5129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293094767638746914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SXTZogirG4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/FRJHQMmI3E0/s1600-h/DSCN5096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SXTZogirG4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/FRJHQMmI3E0/s200/DSCN5096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293094752020536194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah - it's over I am now 30 - weird - very weird - it's like I am a real adult now.  Also Mac turned 2 which is also kind of strange I feel like he isn't a baby anymore.  So I am a 30 year old woman with 2 big boys.  It's hard to believe but I really have always thought I wouldn't make it this far in life, that Jesus would come and take us to be with him. ( I am still hoping that happens tomorrow actually).  Anyways we had a nice time and Mac was very excited about his John Deere Birthday Cake.  We have had quite the present opening season around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-2423004031799438320?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2423004031799438320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=2423004031799438320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2423004031799438320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2423004031799438320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-season.html' title='Birthday Season'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SXTZpauWFyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zdjn6QiYpz8/s72-c/DSCN5129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-5810574004781426996</id><published>2009-01-19T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:44:39.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SXTXvy9PsaI/AAAAAAAAANw/e4_CTyi-WBY/s1600-h/DSCN5137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SXTXvy9PsaI/AAAAAAAAANw/e4_CTyi-WBY/s200/DSCN5137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293092678199652770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Christmas we were going to dinner at Sophie's house and we passed the toy store near our house called Kou Kou.  It was crazy busy with shoppers and I witnessed an employee carry this Playmobile guy out to the dumpster and lay it behind the already filled bin.  I sort of went crazy thinking "is he really throwing that away?" - so after 5 hours or so we drove home passing the same store and dumpster.  I couldn't resist I just had to have my own 5ft. playmobil guy so we moved in for an inspection.  It was sort of embarassing, I am not quite sure if that is allowed here because no one else had taken hold of this treasure but I couldn't allow it to be thrown away so - we took it and gave it a new home.  He is slightly injured but I'm pretty sure with a little love he'll survive (if my boys don't destroy him themselves).  It's so funny, they call him Big Guy and I often hear them hitting him in the stomach.  We did have him in the guest room but Mac wouldn't go downstairs he kept saying "Big Guy (s)care me" it makes me laugh every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-5810574004781426996?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/5810574004781426996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=5810574004781426996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5810574004781426996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5810574004781426996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-guy.html' title='The Big Guy'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SXTXvy9PsaI/AAAAAAAAANw/e4_CTyi-WBY/s72-c/DSCN5137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-352497323338458885</id><published>2009-01-02T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:00:31.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Final Gift</title><content type='html'>In family tradition we saved the best gifts to the very end.  We spent the morning opening gifts and when it was all over we took the boys downstairs where we set up all the big things we got to fill their room.  We were so excited.  Since we had to sell a bunch of their things before we left we some extra money and just waited till Christmas to buy the toys.  It was worth it and it made the day so special because of the timing we got all the credit instead of Santa.  The boys have truly enjoyed their playroom.  Brady's expression will stick with me forever, I am so thankful for video cameras.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dad8e235efb25f24" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddad8e235efb25f24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895787%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29DECB17DAB9F803447494FB1B9095540C2C05D2.4930BD30870940BCAAFC3F00D5B8B3139B64945E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddad8e235efb25f24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-tXCc2PsKnqYHHUQQqo0v4mCo2g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddad8e235efb25f24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895787%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29DECB17DAB9F803447494FB1B9095540C2C05D2.4930BD30870940BCAAFC3F00D5B8B3139B64945E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddad8e235efb25f24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-tXCc2PsKnqYHHUQQqo0v4mCo2g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-352497323338458885?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/352497323338458885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=352497323338458885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/352497323338458885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/352497323338458885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-final-gift.html' title='Our Final Gift'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-4459709178318047536</id><published>2009-01-02T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:58:14.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents for Baby Jesus</title><content type='html'>This Christmas we really tried to talk about the Christmas story a lot so the boys would understand the importance of what we beleive.  We bought a little nativity set made by Playmobile (so they could play with it) and talked about it often.  We told the story of baby Jesus and his mother Mary and Joseph and the angel and the shepherds and the wise men who brought gifts for baby Jesus.  We would ask them about the characters all through out the Christmas season so when the day came that we actually were opening gifts we gave it one more run for tradition sake.  Our Christmas morning we had the boys bring all the gifts from under the tree over on the carpet by the fire so we could open them.  They were labeled and we put them in piles for each member of the family and took turns opening.  The funny part is that this was my favorite part.  The boys were so excited to hold each unknown package and bring it over.  We would ask Mac who the packages were for and ever time he would get more and more excited and yell "BABY JESUS BABY JESUS!!"&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b424cf8a8402c48" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b424cf8a8402c48%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895787%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B9D1257662A6C9BC94EFAA07755F11F10AADDE.7ED5BC1FC3A5062D203669E55C6747C8F9F4D75F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b424cf8a8402c48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_sOhzNvU8enFwaKhwOtYueH97A8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b424cf8a8402c48%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895787%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B9D1257662A6C9BC94EFAA07755F11F10AADDE.7ED5BC1FC3A5062D203669E55C6747C8F9F4D75F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b424cf8a8402c48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_sOhzNvU8enFwaKhwOtYueH97A8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-4459709178318047536?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4b424cf8a8402c48&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/4459709178318047536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=4459709178318047536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/4459709178318047536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/4459709178318047536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2009/01/presents-for-baby-jesus.html' title='Presents for Baby Jesus'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-752392227290420054</id><published>2009-01-02T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:33:17.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scare Me</title><content type='html'>Mac is really starting to express his emotions and it is so cute.  He is so full of wonder and excitement I just have to catch some of it on video.  In this video we are having our first fire.  It was a great morning for our personal family Christmas on the 22nd.  We spent actual Christmas day in Skopia and so we wanted to open gifts from us and the Grandparents here as a family so we didn't have to cart them everywhere. My favorite is when he tells Brady "fire scare me" --- he says that a lot actually. 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I am really happy about it and feel like it is everything I had hoped it would be.  It's a true blessing from the Lord and the price we got was amazing for here.  Since we moved here when Greeks don't want to move we were able to get a great deal. Tonight we put up our first picture on the wall.  It's a big landscape of NYC with Pier 17 and the Brooklyn Bridge which has some great memories for us.  It makes me really happy.  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height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-877205658272680959</id><published>2008-12-20T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:43:04.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Market Resolution</title><content type='html'>This isn't a huge deal but I discovered something about grocery shopping that has relieved my stress.  Apparently certain stores do things a certain way and if you just know what they expect from you it relieves a ton of anxiety.  The store Lidl I mentioned in an earlier blog happens to be a German store therefore efficiency is key.  The process is that you unload your grocieries and the scan girl does her thing as fast as possible while you put them back in your cart.  They you take them over to the windows where there are shelves and you bag them yourself thus keeping the line moving.  I don't like it but it is so nice to know what they expect.  I'm not trying to change the system, just trying to figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-877205658272680959?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/877205658272680959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=877205658272680959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/877205658272680959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/877205658272680959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-market-resolution.html' title='Super Market Resolution'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-7429412050710281339</id><published>2008-12-20T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:38:58.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Cats</title><content type='html'>Brady and Mac have been pretending to be kitty cats for a week now.  I only write it down because I hope to never forget their little game of pretend.  They meow all the time and call each other kitty cat.  They'll refer to each other in the third person and say "the kitty cat is hungry" or "the kitty cat needs to go potty".  Mac is always saying "hold me kitty cat" to Brady which is a precious thing to watch when he actually does it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-7429412050710281339?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7429412050710281339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=7429412050710281339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7429412050710281339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7429412050710281339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/12/kitty-cats.html' title='Kitty Cats'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-2111298440664837727</id><published>2008-12-20T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:36:20.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Incredible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.art.com/images/-/The-Incredibles-Poster-C10219976.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 469px; height: 391px;" src="http://images.art.com/images/-/The-Incredibles-Poster-C10219976.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady watched the Incredibles last night.  We found it in Greek and English and thought it would be good practice for our language.  He is obsessed.  He says that he is Dash (the little boy who runs fast) and bolts all over the house sometimes running into things.  He refers to Tony as Mr. Incredible almost every time.  Some of his favorites lines are "That was totally wicked" and "Honey, where is my SUPER SUIT". it is pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-2111298440664837727?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2111298440664837727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=2111298440664837727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2111298440664837727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2111298440664837727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr-incredible.html' title='Mr. Incredible'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-5495023198113313254</id><published>2008-12-10T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:51:35.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SUArzIetGXI/AAAAAAAAANo/2gfYKp1eCIs/s1600-h/Photo+48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SUArzIetGXI/AAAAAAAAANo/2gfYKp1eCIs/s200/Photo+48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278266920727812466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought 12 suitcases to Greece most of them filled with clothes and a few things it was too hard to leave behind - but mostly clothes.  That was sort of a mistake.  I wouldn't say that I am the most stylish of almost 30 year olds but I do try to keep up with things.  Unfortunately here I dress more like the 60 year old women which wouldn't matter if I was going home in a few days but since I live here I am going to have to try.  These sunglasses I fell in love with when we visited the Cullens in Houston.  Through some ebay sales I was able to buy them from the Sunglass Hut and back home I really didn't see anyone else with them or really with even a similar style which made me feel like perhaps I had made a bad choice.  The good news is they are a very popular style here and so when my clothes don't fit in at least my sunglasses do.  You see they wear things very tight here, which is a little slinky back home.  Before we left I lost some weight too so my clothes were already a little too big and now they are about 2 sizes too big.  Another thing that they do here is boots over their tight pants - every day, everywhere.  I am not against this fashion choice I just never felt like it was me - but now I am in the market for some over the jeans boots.  Even older ladies are more fashionable so this Christmas I am going to try and Europeanize my waredrobe, Tony is too so who knows what we'll be wearing the next time we're back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-5495023198113313254?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/5495023198113313254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=5495023198113313254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5495023198113313254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5495023198113313254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-style.html' title='In Style'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SUArzIetGXI/AAAAAAAAANo/2gfYKp1eCIs/s72-c/Photo+48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-4205401512525650395</id><published>2008-12-03T00:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:11:28.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo</title><content type='html'>I know that Tony wrote &lt;a href="http://becominggreek.typepad.com/becoming_greek/2008/11/please-feed-the-bears.html"&gt;a blog&lt;/a&gt; on the zoo in Skopia but I thought I would add this video because it is so cute and funny.  Brady didn't really like to feed the animals because they were "scary" but Mac was very into it and would have feed them his hand if we let him.  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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZDCG-qcYI/AAAAAAAAANE/OmKhSjtCRCA/s200/DSCN4954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275477717023355266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZDB6fFkrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8V6hnR2-SfA/s1600-h/DSCN4889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZDB6fFkrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8V6hnR2-SfA/s200/DSCN4889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275477713669690034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZDBV_L3wI/AAAAAAAAAM0/n8bba3jdfzM/s1600-h/DSCN4879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZDBV_L3wI/AAAAAAAAAM0/n8bba3jdfzM/s200/DSCN4879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275477703872208642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZDA4x6FiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KKKp54sfH7k/s1600-h/DSCN4840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZDA4x6FiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KKKp54sfH7k/s200/DSCN4840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275477696031888930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZDAjHAHoI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zerJLzz3k7M/s1600-h/DSCN4816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZDAjHAHoI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zerJLzz3k7M/s200/DSCN4816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275477690214784642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much living in Greece is the coolest thing ever. We have only been here a month and we have seen so much and the things we are going to do this year are really exciting.  Perhaps I'll write more about each thing we've done and what I've learned but here is the overview.  First we joined the Area Directors for an 8 hour tour of Philippi which is just under 2 hours from where we live.  We saw the ancient city and walked on the same ground Paul walked on, we saw the prison he was kept in and a place that once held 50 toilets (impressive). We saw Lydia's pool there and the Lion of Amphipolis which Paul passed as he made his way from Philippi to Thessaloniki. We spent Thanksgiving with our new best friends in Athens (the Wislockys) and walked saw the Acropolis with the ever famous Parthenon which was the center of the Greek world for so many years, we stepped foot on Mars Hill, and saw the ancient theater. The next day we spent in Corinth and though it was rainy we had the best time ever.  The sophistication of the ancient Greeks is simply astounding to think that some places today are not even as advanced as they were thousands of years ago. There was a huge mountain above Corinth which is where the temple of Aphrodite was were the pagans would go to "worship".  There is the remains of a pretty impressive fortress there today and we could have easily spent a whole day climbing around up there. It was sort of steep and scary with the boys but perhaps we'll have a chance to trek around with some college kids some day. On our way back to Thess from Athens we stopped at Delphi which in the religion of the Greek gods was the place where god was closest to man and used to speak in very mystical/demonic ways through an oracle.  The ruins there were pretty amazing and the view of the mountains surrounding it was breathtaking. We didn't have time to go through some of the shops but they looked so neat, perhaps we'll get to stay over night sometime. Driving all over Greece has been a trip too, I can't believe that people used to walk these roads.  I really didn't know how mountainous the terrain is and some of the effort that people put towards their pagan religion is mind boggling especially considering some Christians find it too big of a chore to make it to church.  Anyways I have had many eye opening God moments that perhaps I'll share later.  Next, we will spend a day in Katerini and visit Mt. Olympus, everyday is an adventure learning the lay of the land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-21946798335515580?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/21946798335515580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=21946798335515580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/21946798335515580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/21946798335515580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/12/coolest-thing-ever.html' title='The Coolest Thing Ever'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZDCG-qcYI/AAAAAAAAANE/OmKhSjtCRCA/s72-c/DSCN4954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-6310965572493396266</id><published>2008-12-02T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:27:41.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Shock - The 7 things I hate about shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STVTt41grCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fWVzPEL4_AM/s1600-h/Photo+38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STVTt41grCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fWVzPEL4_AM/s200/Photo+38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275214586350447650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lidl.gr/C1256C790050C7BC/files/SYS/$file/m_dot.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://www.lidl.gr/C1256C790050C7BC/files/SYS/$file/m_dot.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the toughest things about living here is grocery shopping.  I go to this store that is close to my house and I am still learning how to buy things.  The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; thing that slightly annoys me is the carts.  You have to put in a Euro (equivalent to $1.30) in order to disconnect them from the other carts.  When you put your cart back it gives you your coin back. In a way this is genius because everyone takes their carts back but it has been a tough thing to get used to and I am always the idiot searching for a coin.  Once I even asked a lady for her cart as she was returning it, she did not give me a very nice look. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Secondly&lt;/span&gt; I walk up and down the isles trying to figure stuff out and it is very tough.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thirdly&lt;/span&gt;, if you want produce you have to get a produce person to weigh and tag it and if you don't do it before you get to the check out they treat you like a big idiot. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fourthly&lt;/span&gt;, by the time I get everything that I think I need I go to the check out and if anyone has less items then you they automatically go ahead of you which sometimes is perfectly alright but today 3 people went ahead of me and I really didn't have that much stuff.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fifth&lt;/span&gt;, the check out ladies are not nice or helpful - I have not meet one yet so after suffering through the store and all of this I have to deal with their bad attitudes.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sixth&lt;/span&gt;, you have to pay for your bags to carry your stuff home - learned that the hard way. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lastly&lt;/span&gt;, nobody helps you pack your stuff and there is inadequate space for stuff that has been scanned.  Even with Tony and I both bagging we can't clear it away fast enough.  The check out girls sit on a little stole and push all your stuff over into this little area and stare at you annoyed with your very existence.  If there is someone behind you they just keep going pushing everyone's stuff together. If there isn't anyone behind you they still don't help you they just stare.  All that to say I hate grocery shopping here -- but I will master it -- oh I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-6310965572493396266?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/6310965572493396266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=6310965572493396266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6310965572493396266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6310965572493396266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/12/culture-shock-7-things-i-hate-about.html' title='Culture Shock - The 7 things I hate about shopping'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STVTt41grCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fWVzPEL4_AM/s72-c/Photo+38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-323103607099520004</id><published>2008-12-02T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:22:19.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furniture Shopping with Brady &amp; Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ikea.gr/images/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 33px;" src="http://www.ikea.gr/images/logo.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember furniture shopping when I was a kid.  My brother, sister and I would get spanked every time and I never knew why, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;until now&lt;/span&gt;.  It's like my kids have a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; switch that they turn on every time we walk into a furniture store.  They are out of control and it is highly embarrassing.  I never realized how loud Brady talks but I feel like we are always telling him to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;talk quieter.&lt;/span&gt;  The try to jump on every couch and climb on every table - they are animals and I have yet to find a way to make them behave.  It is a loosing battle.  Praise the Lord for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;.  This has been our most visited store.  Thess has a ton of furniture stores but they are so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt; and we have a limited budget - besides what you pay for what you get is outrageous.  So having looked around we have come to the conclusion that IKEA is about half the price of the other stores and about 1/3 more from the states so all things considered we've bought about 90% of our stuff from there.  Needless to say we've been putting together a lot of stuff since we moved in and Tony is beginning to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;think like&lt;/span&gt; IKEA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about IKEA is that they have a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kids play place&lt;/span&gt; that you can drop your kids off while you shop.  Kids have to be 3 years old so Mac doesn't qualify which upsets him but Brady loves it.  The first time we went to the store I told Brady that he could only go in there if he went by himself and that nobody could go with him.  He wasn't ready but by trip 3 he begged us to go in, understanding that he would be alone.  I didn't want to discourage him even though I knew it would be hard since most 3-10 year olds are not bilingual.  It turned out that he had a great time and has gone in to play every time since.  I have to admit, I was shocked and very pleased that he did this all on his own.  He will often ask to go back to IKEA and play, so I can't wait till Mac can go too. Actually, Tony asked Brady what country we live in and he said IKEA - and Mac can spot the building.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-323103607099520004?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/323103607099520004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=323103607099520004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/323103607099520004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/323103607099520004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/12/furniture-shopping-with-brady-mac.html' title='Furniture Shopping with Brady &amp; Mac'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-1522777624314276427</id><published>2008-12-02T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:17:48.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STVJx1isrxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cBA13DZt26w/s1600-h/DSCN4881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STVJx1isrxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cBA13DZt26w/s200/DSCN4881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275203659069435666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my do we have so much to be thankful for.  It rolls over and over in my mind minute after minute.  Truthfully, I do not believe that things could have been any better, however, the uncertainty was a very heavy burden to bear.  Right now I am sitting at my kitchen table typing my thoughts on my home internet in my own house.  Really just that is so much to be thankful for.  We came to Europe on Nov. 5. We flew into Skopia and adjusted for a few days.  We came to Thess on Sunday and found a house by Wed.  On Thursday we moved in and have been working to get settled ever since.  The days between Sunday and Wednesday were overwhelmed with uncertainty though.  There is a lady here named Sophie, she is an amazing woman and has helped us do everything here, we would not be where we are without her. Before we found a house she allowed us to stay at her aunts apartment which saved us so much money.  Those were the hardest days.  It is a difficult thing learning a new culture and without our own place it was maddening.  The boys were always getting in trouble, and we couldn't rest.  We were stressed and depressed and disconnected.  One night I was praying with the boys, and I ALWAYS begin my prayers with thanksgiving - but as they were both laying on this pull out couch in granny's apartment I could think of nothing to say besides "Help us Jesus" with tears rolling down my checks trying to be positive and strong.  Now I am a little embarrassed by my lack of thanksgiving because in reality there is always so much but that has been my spiritual low and I am sure Christ understands, for he answered my prayers and has helped us tremendously.  The very next day we found our house and have been moving forward ever since.  So this Thanksgiving didn't feel very much like our traditional Turkey Day but we have oh so much to be thankful for.  On another positive note: There is an American Farm School here in Thess and I've been told you can buy Turkeys there for Thanksgiving and Christmas - oh la la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-1522777624314276427?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/1522777624314276427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=1522777624314276427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/1522777624314276427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/1522777624314276427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STVJx1isrxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cBA13DZt26w/s72-c/DSCN4881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-716162527606061402</id><published>2008-11-09T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:32:01.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Day in Greece</title><content type='html'>Today (Sunday) was our first day in Greece.  When we crossed the boarder from Macedonia I saw a Greek flag standing alone and I have to admit it gave me goose bumps, I almost cried, this is my new home.  It was sad leaving our country and everything we know but we are excited for what lies ahead and it is such an honor to follow the Lord.  I've been really excited about it with the boys, we sing songs and cheer but the task ahead is a bit daunting.  We were supposed to look at houses today but as often happens it didn't work out.  We'll look tomorrow and do some shopping.  PRAY THAT WE FIND THE RIGHT PLACE.  There are so many things to think about.  We want to be close to a bus stop, have a good landlord, be close to other kids, be near the school, etc. - We just need the Lord's wisdom.  We met Sophie today, she is a Greek lady who worked for a former missionary and has agreed to help us out too.  Her advice and help is vital and already she has done so much for us, we are very grateful for her help. One thing is for sure it feels good to be here after 2 years of talking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-716162527606061402?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/716162527606061402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=716162527606061402' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/716162527606061402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/716162527606061402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-first-day-in-greece.html' title='Our First Day in Greece'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-2319972760787135039</id><published>2008-11-09T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:25:32.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up time</title><content type='html'>Okay so I have been a little absent from the blog world and perhaps there has been good reason with the crazy travel, moving out of our house and heading overseas but I am back and I'll try to catch up a bit.  It will be a little sporadic yet since we do not yet have a place to live and it will take a few weeks to set up a home with internet but we'll move as quick as they let us out here in the Balkans.  We said good bye to our house in Sept. which was a little sad but not all at the same time since we are keeping it and renting it out, we said good bye to a lot of our stuff but that was sort of numb by the time we were through.... it's just stuff- (in fact I am excited to live a little lighter over here, there is just so much to buy in America it is overwhelming.) - we said good bye to our car, our beloved Honda Pilot, but saddest of all we said goodbye to our families.  We came over to Skope, Macedonia where we stayed for a few days with Eddie &amp; Patty White who have been so great to us and have really helped us to get to know this part of the world. Now we begin our new life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-2319972760787135039?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2319972760787135039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=2319972760787135039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2319972760787135039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2319972760787135039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/11/catch-up-time.html' title='Catch up time'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-8627715726774676787</id><published>2008-08-14T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:50:25.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Getting Hot in Here....</title><content type='html'>We have been staying at the Kope's house in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt; for a week and we've been having a great time.  They have a beautiful house and a fantastic pool.  However today was unforgettable for one specific reason.  Tony was at a meeting with Chet and Janene was picking up Eli from surf camp, I was home getting stuff ready for dinner while my boys were taking a nap, (in essence I was&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; home alone).&lt;/span&gt;  While I was cutting up some raw chicken (gross) I saw a teenage boy outside on the patio, I knew Eli was bringing a friend home and assumed that it was him.  After a little, I realized that Janene didn't come in and I didn't see Eli out there.  I checked to see if their car was in the driveway and it wasn't so I went to the patio doors and was going to politely ask him what he was doing.  When I got to the door I realized &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he was naked&lt;/span&gt;!! Ahahaahahahahah!!! And what was he doing?!?!?!? ahahahahah!!!  This was unbelievable to me. How could someone go over to a stranger's house, take off all their clothes, and violate their their pool.  I freaked out, after all I was home alone and I knew the door was unlocked.  I called Chet and Janene and hid in the dinning room so he couldn't see me and more importantly I couldn't see him.  I first talked to Chet and just didn't know what to do so he called the police, then I talked to Janene and it seemed to me that he might have some sort of special need issues.  That made her think it was an autistic boy who lived down the street and she called her neighbor.  Then the police called the house and I explained the situation.  While on the phone I heard commotion outside and it seemed that his family had found him and were screaming at him.  I was still hiding in the dinning room, I just don't have much experience with random naked men and I was afraid.  Also I didn't know anything about the boy and his temperament and was unsure of how to handle the situation.  I don't think I would have a problem if it was just an autistic boy swimming in the pool but it was a naked autistic boy in the pool and it was more then I could handle.  I just wish Chet were here, he's made a living dealing with situations like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-8627715726774676787?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/8627715726774676787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=8627715726774676787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/8627715726774676787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/8627715726774676787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-getting-hot-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s Getting Hot in Here....'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-4823365193218241939</id><published>2008-08-07T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:06:29.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brady and His Poop</title><content type='html'>So I have to write this down although it slightly crosses the line of things I think should be on my blog but I think that most will get a solid laugh out of it so I'll share.  I have now completely potty trained Brady and I'd have to say it is my greatest accomplishment.  The funniest thing he started was that when he poops he calls his deposit something new every time.  About the 3rd time he had a successful "BM" he said "that's a dolphin mommy, I pooped a dolphin." He was so excited and he was right it looked just like a dolphin.  This kind of started a trend and future specimen were described as; a daddy and a baby, a piece of cheese, scary, playdough, a camel, and a few others that I am forgetting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-4823365193218241939?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/4823365193218241939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=4823365193218241939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/4823365193218241939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/4823365193218241939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/08/brady-and-his-poop.html' title='Brady and His Poop'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-256721586560277069</id><published>2008-08-06T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:07:31.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little 3 Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SJpm7JO7sNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/uLgeDlCeJmk/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SJpm7JO7sNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/uLgeDlCeJmk/s200/Imported+Photos+00986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231607083421118674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SJpm7XwALfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MFl-bS6NNgA/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SJpm7XwALfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MFl-bS6NNgA/s200/Imported+Photos+00989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231607087317921266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, August 6 my little boy turned 3! I can't believe it! Today, the actual day, was filled with itineration bliss so we made sure to celebrate it at a less busy time.  On Friday, we had his party and spent the day at Dutch Wonderland (Brady calls it Touch Wonderland).  They had great rides for little guys and that evening we had dinner with my family which was really special.  Brady was very excited about his Diego cake which I made just for him.  As soon as he blew out the candles he licked the icing and when he was all done it was disgusting.  He had the best day ever.  He got lots of Diego things and Backyardagins and Dora and some baseball stuff and several DVDs (which were the best since his case of 30 got lost).  He couldn't have been happier.  Above all of this his favorite part was when anyone sings Happy Birthday to him - he just glows - so thanks to everyone who sang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-256721586560277069?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/256721586560277069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=256721586560277069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/256721586560277069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/256721586560277069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-little-3-year-old.html' title='My Little 3 Year Old'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SJpm7JO7sNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/uLgeDlCeJmk/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-4817717850170874778</id><published>2008-07-29T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:02:51.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Brady word</title><content type='html'>While we were in Arkansas sittin' on the back porch of Pop Pop Rando and Grandma Linda's Cabin there was an interesting smell and undeniable stench from one of natures stinkiest animals... a skunk.  Brady is always talking about it but he calls it a STUNK - which is pretty appropriate.  His little sniffer is getting pretty good, which is nice for me since mine is so bad.  He lets me know when Mac has a dirty diaper by saying "I smell a poop mommy."  Mac is getting really smart too.  We have retired the pacifier for good now and he is talking a lot more.  His comprehension astounds me.  Now he can point out most of his body parts and follow most basic instructions.  The cutest thing though was when we were first quizzing him he would always get nose and toes mixed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-4817717850170874778?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/4817717850170874778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=4817717850170874778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/4817717850170874778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/4817717850170874778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-brady-word.html' title='A New Brady word'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-4977903544247618706</id><published>2008-07-29T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:54:41.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>Sunday the whole family went along to our missions services.  The first was in West Chester with a great pastor who had a good time with Mac at lunch, and the second was in Newark, DE.  We had quite a few hours between services and the boys were napping in the car so I had the unique experience to take Tony a short way down memory lane.  During my childhood/elementary years we lived in Elkton, MD which is only a few miles from Praise A/G in Newark.  It was so wild to go by my old house in Manchester Park -- What I remembered as 193 Avalon Ave. has been changed to 164 Avalon Ave. but Maggie our GPS knew just where to go.  I shared some of my most vivid memories of the old neighborhood and my best friend Megan Brown.  It seems like so long ago and in reality it was about 20 years ago - that is a lifetime.  Some say they don't like going back but I really enjoyed it.  The past has a great piece of who we are today.  For many years our family didn't live for Christ, we didn't ever go to church but it was in the living room of that house that my parents gave their hearts to Jesus and it has altered the destiny of our lives forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-4977903544247618706?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/4977903544247618706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=4977903544247618706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/4977903544247618706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/4977903544247618706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='A Trip Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-8371509601434611133</id><published>2008-07-24T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:06:09.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac's Surgery</title><content type='html'>Mac is doing well following the surgery.  He is the most resiliant kid and I have so much awe in how he handled the whole thing.  He really takes life in stride and makes the most out of everything.  Even though he couldn't be as independent as he wanted he still found a way to do what he wanted to do.  He learned to feed himself and to play normally with no functioning elbows.  He was thankful to have the splints off though.  It actually took a little getting used to though.  After they were off a day he was still bringing us his pacifier to put in his mouth.  I had to physically show him he could do it himself. He has one more day of the eye drops which he hates and he'll have to wear glasses for now at least.  We are really praying that he doesn't damage things in any way.  Apparently a fall or rubbing the eyes can do damage and of course he is 1 1/2 so that is a big part of his life.  We truly appreciate your prayers through this whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-8371509601434611133?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/8371509601434611133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=8371509601434611133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/8371509601434611133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/8371509601434611133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/07/macs-surgery.html' title='Mac&apos;s Surgery'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-338533266275718842</id><published>2008-07-24T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:00:27.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Moments in Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rent-that-toy.com/images/toyImages/FPpiggybank1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.rent-that-toy.com/images/toyImages/FPpiggybank1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before we left on a big trip I had a lot of errands to run.  I do not usually enjoy doing this with both the boys but we were really crunched on time so I had no other choice.  I listed the things we had to do for Brady.  Because of Dora the Explorer he always likes to know where we are going.  We usually sing a song and clap and it makes it bearable.  On this particular day we had to go the bank and it was one of our last stops.  I only had to go through the drive through, and I was done.  When we got there Brady was extremely disappointed and started a mini display of disapproval.  It turns out he thought the bank was going to be a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;giant pink pig &lt;/span&gt;where put all our money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-338533266275718842?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/338533266275718842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=338533266275718842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/338533266275718842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/338533266275718842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-moments-in-motherhood.html' title='Funny Moments in Motherhood'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-2693001431792811950</id><published>2008-07-02T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:20:03.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac Update</title><content type='html'>The date is set for surgery on Tuesday,  July 15. We have a pre-op appt. on Friday July 11 which is a little tricky since we have our missionary commissioning service on Thursday July 10 in Springfield, MO.  Mac and I will rent a car and fly home early Friday morning leaving Tony and Brady to drive again.  It is a bit of chaos but the necessary things that need to be done.  Pray for us through the whole process that we are safe, have no flight problems, and get all the paperwork done properly to make this a smooth as possible --- and then if God just miraculously healed him, that would be the best case scenario.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-2693001431792811950?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2693001431792811950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=2693001431792811950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2693001431792811950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2693001431792811950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/07/mac-update.html' title='Mac Update'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-8780986790330382297</id><published>2008-07-02T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:11.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chief Sisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SGvSeqS1VsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/G3G-iFqlWT8/s1600-h/DSCN4348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SGvSeqS1VsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/G3G-iFqlWT8/s200/DSCN4348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218496017430042306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady is having a blast in his MK (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;missionary kid&lt;/span&gt;) class.  They do so many fun things; pottery, painting, playing.  They go on field trips to; the library, the zoo, the YMCA, these fountains, and Bass Pro.  But the thing he loves most about his class is Chief Sisco.  Each tribe leader gets a chief name and must be called by that name.  Brady loves his chief so much, each time he runs to her as if she was a part of our family.  It really sets my heart at ease knowing he is having such a great time.  On a side note, for his pottery he painted a basketball (that a boy!) -- unfortunately he painted it pink, apparently that is his favorite color....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-8780986790330382297?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/8780986790330382297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=8780986790330382297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/8780986790330382297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/8780986790330382297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/07/chief-sisco.html' title='Chief Sisco'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SGvSeqS1VsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/G3G-iFqlWT8/s72-c/DSCN4348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-1548316557323686208</id><published>2008-07-02T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:13:18.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brady &amp; the slide</title><content type='html'>We had a service in OK and got to stay in Tim and Liz's house - it was beautiful and the boys had a great time playing with Jet's toys.  Brady was sad that Jet wasn't there though.  Before we got to their house we stopped by to see Liz's parents and they invited us to swim in their pool.  It was by far the cleanest nicest pool I've been in all summer.  Brady was a wild man as usual and loved the slide.  Mac slid a few times at the half way point but much more enjoyed Michelle's homemade lemonade. &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-45e3fca3625c36ff" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45e3fca3625c36ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895788%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E692848944EB184895A4AC78F35923FA4949E29.73C9F455CF183E5E96099D0E6F40925ED0314389%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45e3fca3625c36ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIeqYv2yzcD5QuuvCusk7edDbL4E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45e3fca3625c36ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895788%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E692848944EB184895A4AC78F35923FA4949E29.73C9F455CF183E5E96099D0E6F40925ED0314389%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45e3fca3625c36ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIeqYv2yzcD5QuuvCusk7edDbL4E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-1548316557323686208?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=45e3fca3625c36ff&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/1548316557323686208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=1548316557323686208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/1548316557323686208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/1548316557323686208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/07/brady-slide.html' title='Brady &amp; the slide'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-2835250016917715944</id><published>2008-06-24T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:39:27.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A video from the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bf2aa907894459eb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbf2aa907894459eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895788%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D361485AC7CC7078F8576FFE72D2B5360FDDC1C78.3D0B6CF522C9A317E3C025C6BFB0E1A413226CDA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbf2aa907894459eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZyBvGnjPis6tjHgFjwIITXcd7PA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbf2aa907894459eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895788%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D361485AC7CC7078F8576FFE72D2B5360FDDC1C78.3D0B6CF522C9A317E3C025C6BFB0E1A413226CDA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbf2aa907894459eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZyBvGnjPis6tjHgFjwIITXcd7PA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-2835250016917715944?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bf2aa907894459eb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2835250016917715944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=2835250016917715944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2835250016917715944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2835250016917715944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/06/video-from-zoo.html' title='A video from the Zoo'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-6982154631913502943</id><published>2008-06-19T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:13.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsm3wZSp2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/5PJF_Axd4Nc/s1600-h/DSCN4281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsm3wZSp2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/5PJF_Axd4Nc/s200/DSCN4281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213803732937123682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsmb0QqLPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/k2BpCBj0Q_Y/s1600-h/DSCN4251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsmb0QqLPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/k2BpCBj0Q_Y/s200/DSCN4251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213803252938321138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsmc0gxnZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HyAfW26IDrE/s1600-h/DSCN4291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsmc0gxnZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HyAfW26IDrE/s200/DSCN4291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213803270185786770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsmdL6qrtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/j0PeLjCHlG8/s1600-h/DSCN4321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsmdL6qrtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/j0PeLjCHlG8/s200/DSCN4321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213803276468399826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we had a day at the &lt;a href="http://www.scz.org/"&gt;Sedgwick County Zoo&lt;/a&gt; - what a day it was.  Brady loves the zoo!! This is only his second time, and thanks to Diego he loves animals so much.  We had a blast watching them all, feeding some and discovering the cool things this place has to offer.  Mac was not afraid of anything and got right in the animals faces, Brady too was so interested in them and didn't wince at anything.  Tony, having grown up in Montana, commented about all the animals he's shot and eaten or seen and experienced the furry of.... and then there was me.  I discovered something I didn't really know about myself that day, I don't really like animals - (does that make me a bad person?).  They kind of scare me, I don't know why but even the gentle ones freak me out a bit.  I couldn't feed the giraffe and any time he got near me I squirmed away.  My 1 year old was right up in their faces and I was running away, is that normal?  Tony even called me a city slicker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-6982154631913502943?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/6982154631913502943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=6982154631913502943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6982154631913502943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6982154631913502943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-at-zoo.html' title='A Day at the Zoo'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsm3wZSp2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/5PJF_Axd4Nc/s72-c/DSCN4281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-616933532810752992</id><published>2008-06-19T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:13.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.F. Changs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsheCTuXkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/rwCOHakssu8/s1600-h/DSCN4193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsheCTuXkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/rwCOHakssu8/s200/DSCN4193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213797793510874690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsheuzJ1XI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rrGv_VhkQXM/s1600-h/DSCN4198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsheuzJ1XI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rrGv_VhkQXM/s200/DSCN4198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213797805453858162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we went to Tony's favorite place for dinner. We had a great time with Pop Pop Rando and Grandma Linda and the boys made it through without any meltdowns.  The best thing is that we ordered this fantastic desert - it was fried banana spring rolls with coconut ice cream and topped with vanilla &amp; caramel sauce.  I am still thinking about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-616933532810752992?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/616933532810752992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=616933532810752992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/616933532810752992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/616933532810752992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/06/pf-changs.html' title='P.F. Changs'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsheCTuXkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/rwCOHakssu8/s72-c/DSCN4193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-5427872494908274977</id><published>2008-06-19T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:13.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsfymWlRII/AAAAAAAAAHs/h_b11-seIC4/s1600-h/DSCN4177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsfymWlRII/AAAAAAAAAHs/h_b11-seIC4/s200/DSCN4177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213795947760665730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I flew out to Wichita to go to the wedding of &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=40040813"&gt;Chelsey Dull &lt;/a&gt;and Jeremy Saterfield.  It was a beautiful wedding to say the very least.  Chelsea was one of the girls in junior high when I did my internship at Evangel Assembly (8 years ago) and now she is married.  The one thing that is so remarkable about this couple is the way they adore one another.  It is such pure and precious love and it is just as beautiful as they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-5427872494908274977?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/5427872494908274977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=5427872494908274977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5427872494908274977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5427872494908274977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautiful-people.html' title='Beautiful People'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFsfymWlRII/AAAAAAAAAHs/h_b11-seIC4/s72-c/DSCN4177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-3482591818008048765</id><published>2008-06-15T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:21:47.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say a little prayer....</title><content type='html'>Well the plans are set.  Mac needs eye surgery.  It is a sad thing for me personally but I feel like I already knew he did and it has not hit me as hard as the news that there was a problem.  The surgery is sort of hard to explain and a bit eire but the doctor does it all the time and has for 20 years so I trust him, it's sad that he needs it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-3482591818008048765?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/3482591818008048765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=3482591818008048765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3482591818008048765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3482591818008048765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/06/say-little-prayer.html' title='Say a little prayer....'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-6025483081434819810</id><published>2008-06-15T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:13.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFXaQ51bkQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JoykW2WAiio/s1600-h/Photo+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFXaQ51bkQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JoykW2WAiio/s200/Photo+28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212312127688904962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Smith does it again! I love Andrea, she is simply an amazing person.  I was sick of my hair and bored and needed something different and she gave me something I am very happy with.  There is nothing quite like a fun new look.  Not only is Andrea a genius with hair she is a sensational person.  She is a fantastic mother, passionate about the Lord, and such a giver.  I know many people have been blessed by her skill, her friendship, and her love for the Lord.  The world is a better place with people like Andrea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-6025483081434819810?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/6025483081434819810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=6025483081434819810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6025483081434819810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6025483081434819810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-haircut.html' title='My New Haircut'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SFXaQ51bkQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JoykW2WAiio/s72-c/Photo+28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-482590700174650327</id><published>2008-06-08T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:14.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac's New Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SEvVqX54ouI/AAAAAAAAAG8/IrNuHCaZWDo/s1600-h/DSCN4136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SEvVqX54ouI/AAAAAAAAAG8/IrNuHCaZWDo/s200/DSCN4136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209492317932135138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SEvVrOJgCgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/AluJq4PhjGI/s1600-h/DSCN4151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SEvVrOJgCgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/AluJq4PhjGI/s200/DSCN4151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209492332493146626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SEvVr-HeDPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jM3JP_yoIx8/s1600-h/DSCN4146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SEvVr-HeDPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jM3JP_yoIx8/s200/DSCN4146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209492345369529586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SEvVs-kKi8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_rRCcUExUYo/s1600-h/DSCN4137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SEvVs-kKi8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_rRCcUExUYo/s200/DSCN4137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209492362669755330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SEvVtMW3JPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/s0gcQKBrFvw/s1600-h/DSCN4132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SEvVtMW3JPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/s0gcQKBrFvw/s200/DSCN4132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209492366372054258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Accommodative_esotropia#Accommodative_Esotropia"&gt;Accommodative Esotropia &lt;/a&gt; this is what Dr.Mcmannaway says Mac has.  About a month ago we started to notice his eyes going crossed and one or the other eye turning in, so with our family history of eye problems and impending move to Greece we did not delay in making an appointment with a pediatric opthamologist.  This doctor is amazing and did a really great job with Mac but it was very traumatic for both of us.  Fortunately I had been through it before with Brady, solely for precautionary measures, and knew what to expect.  However, I was kind of hoping that there was nothing wrong, although it was pretty obvious to everyone that there was.  Mac has been really good about wearing his glasses, they are a little uncomfortable and when he remembers he is wearing them he ripes them off with a vengeance but if I can distract him, he forgets and leaves them alone for a while.  Though this has made me an emotional wreak, the Lord has done so many things in my favor otherwise.  It is like he is saying, "I know this is hard for you but look at all these ways I am moving in your life and know that I have this big thing under control." Some of the little things are; I lost one of my diamond earrings and found it the night before the appointment (I know that was the Lord), Brady took a potty training turn for the best and has been accident free for a couple of days (very encouraging),and we made lots of money and moved lots of stuff at our yard sale.  We have another appointment on Fri. June 13 to see if the glasses are improving his eyes.  If they are not then Mac will need eye surgery.  I really don't know what to pray for, whether he should have surgery and not have to wear glasses, or just wear glasses his whole life. I guess worst case scenario he will have to have surgery and wear glasses his whole life, but on the flip side he'll be able to see --- so I am just leaving it in the Lord's hands.  It is a little tough to deal with the reality of our flawed bodies, but he does look real cute in his baby specs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-482590700174650327?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/482590700174650327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=482590700174650327' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/482590700174650327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/482590700174650327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/06/macs-new-glasses.html' title='Mac&apos;s New Glasses'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SEvVqX54ouI/AAAAAAAAAG8/IrNuHCaZWDo/s72-c/DSCN4136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-5515531642605629461</id><published>2008-05-27T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:58:33.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playtime with PA</title><content type='html'>I love watching videos of my boys playing.  Here is some footage of playtime with Pa. These boys love their Pa, and Brady always wants to go to Pa's house.  The funniest thing is that my dad is always teaching him new stuff.  The other day he was trying to teach him the phrase "Okie Dokie" and every time Brady says "Donkey Donkey" -- it is so funny.  That is typical of what he does, when he learns new words he substitutes words he already knows.  Tonight he met a boy named Dougy and he called him Duckie - easy mistake.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-26da7d168150cc0a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26da7d168150cc0a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895788%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D427EF24390B6B29466725C2D9632397359EAC049.678099A4D936C6579B32B5A2DAFC6D1316C85103%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26da7d168150cc0a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNUPUouD9-KTs1no0Qd7ePpsJIxk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26da7d168150cc0a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895788%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D427EF24390B6B29466725C2D9632397359EAC049.678099A4D936C6579B32B5A2DAFC6D1316C85103%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26da7d168150cc0a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNUPUouD9-KTs1no0Qd7ePpsJIxk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-5515531642605629461?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=26da7d168150cc0a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/5515531642605629461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=5515531642605629461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5515531642605629461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5515531642605629461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/05/playtime-with-pa.html' title='Playtime with PA'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-4979904748330414274</id><published>2008-05-25T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:26:24.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome or Scary</title><content type='html'>Here is one of the many street performers we saw in New York.  This guy was giving it his all and I couldn't decide whether it was awesome or scary! This is for peoples cash - what would God want us to do for people's souls?&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d31f734cc16d4dc6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd31f734cc16d4dc6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895788%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FBE6EC843BC50E38934C71D8647F8DC05599EA7.5577B9F17C45FFA60892FAFD064B78E3D41FB15C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd31f734cc16d4dc6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj5nnjOmJFcEoQZ66csaa8oUfFHw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd31f734cc16d4dc6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895788%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FBE6EC843BC50E38934C71D8647F8DC05599EA7.5577B9F17C45FFA60892FAFD064B78E3D41FB15C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd31f734cc16d4dc6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj5nnjOmJFcEoQZ66csaa8oUfFHw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-4979904748330414274?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d31f734cc16d4dc6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/4979904748330414274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=4979904748330414274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/4979904748330414274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/4979904748330414274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/05/awesome-or-scary.html' title='Awesome or Scary'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-6413710476334620333</id><published>2008-05-25T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:14.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SDorF3VvozI/AAAAAAAAAGk/euwZimwmD7s/s1600-h/DSCN3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SDorF3VvozI/AAAAAAAAAGk/euwZimwmD7s/s200/DSCN3994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204519699134522162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SDorGnVvo0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/7tpb0Jp8lGY/s1600-h/DSCN4016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SDorGnVvo0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/7tpb0Jp8lGY/s200/DSCN4016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204519712019424066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SDorHXVvo1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/7KNRji7Rgig/s1600-h/DSCN4020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SDorHXVvo1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/7KNRji7Rgig/s200/DSCN4020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204519724904325970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart NY for sure. Tony and I had a quick trip to the big apple to do some missionary stuff and to spend some time with some people we love (mostly each other). While we were there we were able to run into his youth pastor and one of our heros Doug Reed.  We always try to do something we've never done before, unfortuneatly this time Tony wanted to go to a Yankees game -- ug that is all I have to say.  I grew up a Baltimore fan and have therefore HATED the Yankees but I like to do things Tony wants.  They were playing the Orioles so I was hoping for an Os win but not this time.  Before the game we ate at this Greek diner and had great Gyros.  The next day we got to do things for me.  First we met up with some of him high school youth group friends and saw a part of their city.  Jeremy and Ritt are working so hard to do something significant in Forest Hills and peoples lives are being changed.  I have so much respect for them and what they are doing.  It made my heart was so happy to see my pal SHmal and her boy Judah who was one of Brady's first pals.  It was the only time I was sad my boys weren't there with us, they would have loved playing with Judah and Carter.  Afterward we headed back to Manhattan.  We had dinner at Carmines as recommended by P.Dan and then saw the musical Hairspray.  We had great tix and enjoyed it very much.  It was a great time.  We even got to stay in the city in a fantastic hotel right across from Madison Square Garden.  Getaways are the best and Saturday morning I was so excited to hang out with my boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-6413710476334620333?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/6413710476334620333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=6413710476334620333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6413710476334620333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6413710476334620333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/05/nyc.html' title='NYC'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SDorF3VvozI/AAAAAAAAAGk/euwZimwmD7s/s72-c/DSCN3994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-7395630463276243059</id><published>2008-05-20T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:15.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brady and his Bwankie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SDONYmJ__fI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hhB37C5UOLQ/s1600-h/DSCN3963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SDONYmJ__fI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hhB37C5UOLQ/s200/DSCN3963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202657448241921522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SDONY2J__gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SqUmjBe0kSk/s1600-h/DSCN3962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SDONY2J__gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SqUmjBe0kSk/s200/DSCN3962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202657452536888834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our Montana shower one of Tony's best friends growing up, Lisa, gave Brady a nice soft blanket that is tan and white.  It quickly became his &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most treasured possession&lt;/span&gt;.  For a while he called it his Nigha Night.  It is very common for boys to clinge to some form of security, whether it be a blanket or a pacifier or a stuffed animal.  They say it helps them learn to cope with emotions because it can be a constant in an ever changing world.  Mac also has a blanket that is soft and blue and Brady often times steals it to make him cry.  Recently Brady has developed &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the perfect way to hold his blanket&lt;/span&gt;.  He wraps it around his pointer finger.  Sometimes he makes a loop for his finger.  The cutest thing is that the other day he and Mac were sitting together and Brady made Mac a loop for his finger - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sharing his blankie&lt;/span&gt;.  If that isn't true love, I don't know what is.  Today I asked him who his &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;best friend &lt;/span&gt;was and without delay he said MAC - I asked "what about me?" and he reassured me that he loved me by gently stroking my checks but that Mac was his best friend.  It is so precious when the are good to each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-7395630463276243059?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7395630463276243059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=7395630463276243059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7395630463276243059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7395630463276243059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/05/brady-and-his-bwankie.html' title='Brady and his Bwankie'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SDONYmJ__fI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hhB37C5UOLQ/s72-c/DSCN3963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-109471012600450953</id><published>2008-05-19T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:19:29.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roller Coaster Ride of Motherhood</title><content type='html'>Since Mother's Day I've been processing all that it is for me to be a mom personally.  It is something I've always wanted to be and something that&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; I love very much&lt;/span&gt;.  In fact I wouldn't trade it for anything.  However, I also feel like it is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.  The title of this blog happens to be the theme for my MOPS (mothers of pre schoolers) group next semester and I can not think of a better way to describe it.  The thing I love most about it is the opportunity to be there for my boys almost all the time.  It is such a precious feeling knowing that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I make them feel better&lt;/span&gt;, I set everything right in their little world and if I can't fix it, no one can.  I love being their world and making their life happy.  I love &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;calming&lt;/span&gt; fears and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kissing&lt;/span&gt; tears.  I love picking them up each day and telling them how much &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love them&lt;/span&gt; and how glad I am to have them a part of my life.  They bring me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt; every day.  They love me and listen to me every day.  I am their mom, and I am so proud to be so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On the flip side: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part about being a mom (for me) is the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;range of emotions &lt;/span&gt;I feel every day. It is so exhausting.  There is a lot of work but everyone works - it is the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;emotional highs and lows&lt;/span&gt; that I find the most difficult.  At some point every day my boys push me to the point of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt;, even to the point of anger.  Every day I exercise extreme patience, I would even say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;supernatural patience &lt;/span&gt;(because I know it's not in me).  In some instances I feel like I am faking it, that I am just faking being patient to keep things from getting worse.  However, some days I don't make it - I can't fake it and I loose it.  I  yell. I get angry. I over react. It is in these moments that I feel so disappointed in myself and that is a hard thing to deal with.  Thankfully I have never said anything  that I regret.  I've never said anything mean to my boys or husband, but I've acted in ways that I am ashamed of.  It just can be so difficult correcting the same things over and over, especially when Brady hurts Mac.  Before I had kids I hardly ever got angry, I would go days even weeks without getting worked up and now every day I am confronted with some form of this emotion, it is difficult to process.  It is hard not to be upset with myself for feeling it too, so for me this is the hardest, it is this that makes me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so thankful for the Lord's grace &lt;/span&gt;and I pray that he helps me to be more like him everyday.  &lt;br /&gt;This video was taken on Sunday.  Tony had to leave for a service early and Mac didn't get to see him before he left.  While we were getting ready for church he went to our glass door and was calling "Da Da" 20 times or so.  I tried to grab the camera to film it for Tony but got there too late and got a video of what we call "Mackie Do meltdown" - it's so precious how a little love makes him feel so much better - uh the power of mommy's love.  He's so precious, despite the cryfest. Please don't think I'm cruel for filming this, it happens all day long and I think makes an unplanned illustration of my point.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8816627541698daa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8816627541698daa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895788%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60A07D1BB76F08FC130A7A0F7B668EC742692C6.74B460A5356ABC34460B6C269CC2932C0544C828%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8816627541698daa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqV1mffG9SqNzQe_0PRWidSQpOrk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8816627541698daa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895788%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60A07D1BB76F08FC130A7A0F7B668EC742692C6.74B460A5356ABC34460B6C269CC2932C0544C828%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8816627541698daa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqV1mffG9SqNzQe_0PRWidSQpOrk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-109471012600450953?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8816627541698daa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/109471012600450953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=109471012600450953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/109471012600450953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/109471012600450953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/05/roller-coaster-ride-of-motherhood.html' title='The Roller Coaster Ride of Motherhood'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-372801117746775070</id><published>2008-05-14T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:15.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cola Champagne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCuzSGJ__bI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4OYMgGc0SdI/s1600-h/cola+champagne+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCuzSGJ__bI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4OYMgGc0SdI/s320/cola+champagne+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200447318200942002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCuzSmJ__cI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zhfPuaJc8kE/s1600-h/cola+champagne2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCuzSmJ__cI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zhfPuaJc8kE/s320/cola+champagne2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200447326790876610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCuxT2J__aI/AAAAAAAAAFs/pnBlfqvQLT0/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCuxT2J__aI/AAAAAAAAAFs/pnBlfqvQLT0/s320/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200445149242457506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found something I haven't tasted in a decade -- a delightful Latin American drink known as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cola Champagne&lt;/span&gt;.  It is an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;orange cream soda&lt;/span&gt; that I was introduced to while working with &lt;a href="http://www.kingscastle.org"&gt;Castillo del Rey&lt;/a&gt; in El Salvador.  It imprinted a fantastic memory of one of my early missions trips with the Triplets.  Now thanks to Goya, I can purchase it in Wal Mart.  Put it in plastic bag and we have a real Latin American moment right here in central PA. (pictures 1995 me, Pastor Jamie&amp;Kim, Don Champion, Allie Weaver/Parker, Christine Rittner/Sweeten, Jeremy George Krebs, El Salvador)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-372801117746775070?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/372801117746775070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=372801117746775070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/372801117746775070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/372801117746775070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/05/cola-champagne.html' title='Cola Champagne'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCuzSGJ__bI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4OYMgGc0SdI/s72-c/cola+champagne+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-8069331525710993790</id><published>2008-05-14T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:23:43.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids and their funny words</title><content type='html'>Okay so every time my boys say a funny word I want to write it down and share it with the world but goodness I am so busy/tired I forget.  So here are some so I can remind them of these funny moments when the are teenagers.  Some of Brady's words have replaced the real word in our family vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;Brady's Funny words&lt;br /&gt;Sandwich = hamwich&lt;br /&gt;remote = mamote&lt;br /&gt;legs = wegs&lt;br /&gt;yellow = yeyo&lt;br /&gt;blankie = bwankie&lt;br /&gt;sleep = sweep&lt;br /&gt;think = sink&lt;br /&gt;i love you = i wuv you&lt;br /&gt;i don't know = i'ont know (always accompanied by a shoulder shrug)&lt;br /&gt;ice cream = ikream&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;Ms = m's&lt;br /&gt;music = muskick&lt;br /&gt;crocodile = coo coo greyu&lt;br /&gt;Frosted mini wheats used to have Shrek on them so now they are forever called Shreks&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny when he recreates my pep talks that I give him for me - like when I use the bathroom and he encourages me and cheers when I am done - using the same words and phrases&lt;br /&gt;Mac is saying a lot of words lately.  My favorites are&lt;br /&gt;balloon = boon&lt;br /&gt;bull (they live across the street)&lt;br /&gt;ball&lt;br /&gt;book&lt;br /&gt;snack&lt;br /&gt;milk = muck&lt;br /&gt;juice = juc&lt;br /&gt;Julia = jew&lt;br /&gt;bed&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;dog&lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;no no - which he always says when he is doing something wrong&lt;br /&gt;spoon = poon and applies to all utensils or straight items you can hold&lt;br /&gt;bo-bos - which are the monkey brothers on Go Diego Go who are always causing trouble (fitting for my boys)&lt;br /&gt;bubbles&lt;br /&gt;belly button&lt;br /&gt;Brady = be de&lt;br /&gt;cow&lt;br /&gt;moo&lt;br /&gt;uh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am missing some but perhaps I'll add them later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-8069331525710993790?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/8069331525710993790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=8069331525710993790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/8069331525710993790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/8069331525710993790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-kids-and-their-funny-words.html' title='My Kids and their funny words'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-7270256062000689157</id><published>2008-05-12T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:16.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCj68mJ__WI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0gy-BuIfrr0/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCj68mJ__WI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0gy-BuIfrr0/s320/Photo+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199681688740822370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCj69WJ__XI/AAAAAAAAAFU/idcqYPDNGNk/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCj69WJ__XI/AAAAAAAAAFU/idcqYPDNGNk/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199681701625724274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCj69mJ__YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mFB6OxAwC4A/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCj69mJ__YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mFB6OxAwC4A/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199681705920691586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCj6-GJ__ZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oDTJsZEmX8c/s1600-h/Photo+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCj6-GJ__ZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oDTJsZEmX8c/s320/Photo+17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199681714510626194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mother's Day, Tony got me my very own MAC - oh happy day! today I type on my ibook - oh happy day.  There is something magical about this computer and I love it.  But the thing i love most is my cute pink case - oh happy mother's day to me!!! Here are some pics of us playing with the photo booth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-7270256062000689157?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7270256062000689157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=7270256062000689157' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7270256062000689157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7270256062000689157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SCj68mJ__WI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0gy-BuIfrr0/s72-c/Photo+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-7279477223894368392</id><published>2008-05-01T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:16.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SBqAl25XoCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0dgpqE_oxAM/s1600-h/Photo+69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SBqAl25XoCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0dgpqE_oxAM/s320/Photo+69.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195606508004941858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working this week on consigning a lot of my baby stuff.  In a way it is so nice to get rid of all this stuff because it takes up so much space but in another way it was sad to see it leave in the hands of someone else.  I chose to sell a lot of my stuff at &lt;a href="http://justlikenewkids.com"&gt;Just Like New Kids Consignment Sale&lt;/a&gt; in Carlise and it was a good move.  After only the preview sale I made almost &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;$300&lt;/span&gt;. The thing is that I won't be able to take all my stuff to Greece and I don't want to pay to store it all either. It is one of those moments when &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am griped with the reality of moving&lt;/span&gt; and having to purge my stuff.  Bitter Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-7279477223894368392?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7279477223894368392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=7279477223894368392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7279477223894368392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7279477223894368392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/05/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter Sweet'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/SBqAl25XoCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0dgpqE_oxAM/s72-c/Photo+69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-6277771701592797063</id><published>2008-04-16T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:48:25.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Service of My Own</title><content type='html'>Oh goodness, I had to do my own missions service tonight and it was so stressful.  Speaking isn't stressful - well maybe a little... but having to speak and take care of my boys that is one big stress ball.  I think perhaps people think I have it all together but in reality I am one toddler meltdown from a personal crisis.  Oh these years, what to say.  The church was in Newport, PA and it was such a neat place. Pastor Gary Bellis was so kind and he has invested so much in his people and has allowed them to do ministry.  There were puppets and dramas and it was a great missions service.  I thought it would be rough at first with all the kids, teens, and adults together, but they were such a great group, I've never experienced such an attentive group and they were a big group too. My hat goes off to Newport! Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-6277771701592797063?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/6277771701592797063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=6277771701592797063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6277771701592797063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6277771701592797063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/04/service-of-my-own.html' title='A Service of My Own'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-7154797544405543499</id><published>2008-04-03T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:46:18.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico in the Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a15.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/20/l_ede8f5bc0abea0d2929c493028b27c86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a15.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/20/l_ede8f5bc0abea0d2929c493028b27c86.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a9.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/97/l_4e96e5f0ccdfc718450977a1cfcf16b8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a9.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/97/l_4e96e5f0ccdfc718450977a1cfcf16b8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a310.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/126/m_55964a19a0ea9b170a3183c78fdd2d5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a310.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/126/m_55964a19a0ea9b170a3183c78fdd2d5d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mexico, I love spring vaccations and I love family!!! We had a great time away we are so blessed to have had the opportunity to visit Pueblo Bonito and we are so greatful Grandma and Grandpa brought us all together.  There is something about Latin America that just awakens my passion for missions.  I love speaking Spanish and walking the streets, watching the boys swim and escaping the cold weather.  Perhaps Greece will be this nice in the spring.  Brady and Mac are quite the swimmers.  They are amazing in the water.  Brady is fearless and Mac is getting there.  They have so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-7154797544405543499?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7154797544405543499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=7154797544405543499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7154797544405543499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7154797544405543499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/04/mexico-in-spring.html' title='Mexico in the Spring'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-3895642705254416452</id><published>2008-04-03T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:48:42.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new blog to read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a11.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/32/l_67e259b5cbc59d5f6d70f88eb05fac3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a11.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/32/l_67e259b5cbc59d5f6d70f88eb05fac3a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim &amp; Liz &amp; Jet &amp; Ty came for a visit over Easter.  What a blast we had.  Hopefully I can put up some pics soon.  While they were here Liz was sharing about her exotic, crazy, awesome life and I convinced her to write this down.  That way those of us with less interesting lives can be entertained.  These are some great stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://malumnahi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-3895642705254416452?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/3895642705254416452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=3895642705254416452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3895642705254416452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3895642705254416452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-blog-to-read.html' title='A new blog to read'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-3504187534580429240</id><published>2008-04-03T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:34:56.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best sister in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a870.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/17/l_58df2f64e21a97d0e072d9bf21354745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a870.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/17/l_58df2f64e21a97d0e072d9bf21354745.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is right I have the best sister in the world - I'm sorry for those of you who think yours might compare but Julia Alday is in a league of her own when it comes to sisterness.  I don't know what I'd do without her.  She is truly one of the saddest parts about leaving the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-3504187534580429240?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/3504187534580429240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=3504187534580429240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3504187534580429240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3504187534580429240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-sister-in-world.html' title='The best sister in the world'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-3488332051567804644</id><published>2008-04-03T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:27:31.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Binge Blogger</title><content type='html'>ugh - I have been threatened by my husband that he is going to kick me off his list of blogs he reads if I don't become a little more serious.  It just becomes so tough. Right now we are trying very hard to focus on potty training Brady, it's going pretty rough.  He is so sweet and cute though.  They tell me at church when he is in the nursury he is always comforting crying kids.  He tells them "It's okay you're mom will be back." I am so pleased with his little personality. He is starting to test boundries, like when I ask him to come over to put his shoes on he runs away (every time, it gets so old) but as soon as I count to 3 he comes over real quick, saying "I'm comin mom" with the look of fear in his eyes.  If I ever do get to 3, I act real mad - probably more mad then I really am, I just don't want it to loose it's power - then what will I do? Mac is walking - PRAISE THE LORD!! He is moving slowly but learning each day. Brady and I are trying to teach him words too.  Yesterday we did COW and MOO and today he was trying to teach his cousin Kaiden who was born on the same day.  I think he is trying to get back at him for walking circles around him for 5 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-3488332051567804644?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/3488332051567804644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=3488332051567804644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3488332051567804644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3488332051567804644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/04/binge-blogger.html' title='Binge Blogger'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-3394215293897394496</id><published>2008-03-12T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:35:03.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought on Communion</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love reading the Bible. The best part is that each time&lt;br /&gt;you read a passage you can learn something new. When I was in Bible&lt;br /&gt;Quiz I memorized a large portion of Corinthians but now it is speaking&lt;br /&gt;so deeply to my spirit, especially in the light of what we are about to&lt;br /&gt;do in Greece. One thing that I notice is how often Paul speaks of the&lt;br /&gt;power of the Holy Spirit and how much he condemns all human efforts. To&lt;br /&gt;me that is so key to what the foundation of our ministry will be. This&lt;br /&gt;is why everywhere we go we ask people to pray for miracles -extreme miracles. However, today I was reading 1Cor.5 and was smacked in the face with a great thing to remember with the rapid approach&lt;br /&gt;of my favorite holiday, Easter. &lt;a href="http://"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%205:6-8&amp;version=31"&gt;1Cor.5:6-8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%205:6-8&amp;version=31"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; speaks of purging the yeast (sin, malice) from our lives in&lt;br /&gt;light of our Passover Lamb who was sacrificed for our reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;Often times I approach Communion only looking back at Christ's great&lt;br /&gt;gift when I should look inside as it says in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2011:28-29;&amp;version=31;"&gt;1Cor.11&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2011:28-29;&amp;version=31;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"examine myself" and look forward to how I can become more like him in&lt;br /&gt;order to bring him all the glory and honor he deserves. It reminds me&lt;br /&gt;of a sermon P.Jamie preached while in was in youth - approach Communion&lt;br /&gt;as a traffic light he said.&lt;br /&gt;Red - stop and look back&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - cautiously examine your own life&lt;br /&gt;Green - move forward changed&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;great reminder for the most precious time for all who believe. The&lt;br /&gt;Resurrection is the greatest thing - Death has been swallowed up in&lt;br /&gt;Victory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-3394215293897394496?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/3394215293897394496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=3394215293897394496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3394215293897394496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3394215293897394496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/03/thought-on-communion.html' title='A thought on Communion'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-7840467725825888325</id><published>2008-02-27T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:17.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony's Travels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R8Ynrbl3H4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TsIebqQMWLA/s1600-h/DSCN3522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R8Ynrbl3H4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TsIebqQMWLA/s320/DSCN3522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171864849176010626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony is in D.C. with Andrew and Brian this week.  They have several meetings and people to connect with.  It is moments like these that I realize what a nice life I have with Tony working at home.  I take it for granted so much and I hate it when he is away.  But we all need to get away once in a while and there is no better situation for him then hanging out with one of his favorite people in the world.  I'm glad that he able to go and grow and promote our missions endevours, but also I look forward to Friday. I am so blessed to have such a fantastic husband!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-7840467725825888325?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7840467725825888325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=7840467725825888325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7840467725825888325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7840467725825888325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/02/tonys-travels.html' title='Tony&apos;s Travels'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R8Ynrbl3H4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TsIebqQMWLA/s72-c/DSCN3522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-5821091820327643118</id><published>2008-02-27T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:17.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy the Snowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R8YlMLl3H2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/51tWUeJDjVI/s1600-h/DSCN3510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R8YlMLl3H2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/51tWUeJDjVI/s200/DSCN3510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171862113281843042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady and I made his first snowman. We had a fun little snow day actually. First we built 4 snow castles one for Mommy, one for daddy, one for Brady and one for Mac. Then we made Sammy, which Brady thought was really fun. Unfortunately, the snow was hard to pack and we got quite a workout making it stick, that is why he seems a little short. When we were all done we headed inside for some &lt;a href="http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/02/chocolate-coffee.html"&gt;chocolate coffee&lt;/a&gt; and popcorn. It has been really fun watching the snow in the front yard melt away and Sammy and the castles remain. We may have a day or two left in Sammy's short lived life but it has been a good strong relationship and Brady has been taking good care of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-5821091820327643118?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/5821091820327643118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=5821091820327643118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5821091820327643118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5821091820327643118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/02/sammy-snowman.html' title='Sammy the Snowman'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R8YlMLl3H2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/51tWUeJDjVI/s72-c/DSCN3510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-2727186673781689662</id><published>2008-02-27T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:17.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn Starch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R8YkNbl3H1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZTdMWYT7mX4/s1600-h/DSCN3498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R8YkNbl3H1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZTdMWYT7mX4/s200/DSCN3498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171861035245051730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Mac is into everything.  I was cleaning up the family room while he was messing up the kitchen.  It's hard to be mad since for one it is my fault and second he is just so cute covered in corn starch.  He ended up wreaking 3 outfits that day and now I have to buy a new box of cornstarch which is kind of annoying because I'll never remember that and then when I want to make some baked mac&amp;cheese there won't be any.... ug the drama of being a mom. ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-2727186673781689662?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2727186673781689662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=2727186673781689662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2727186673781689662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2727186673781689662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/02/corn-starch.html' title='Corn Starch'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R8YkNbl3H1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZTdMWYT7mX4/s72-c/DSCN3498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-7760798325849700133</id><published>2008-02-17T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:17.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac's first haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R7kGLLl3HzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kzKEOovek8c/s1600-h/DSCN3473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R7kGLLl3HzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kzKEOovek8c/s200/DSCN3473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168168836544274226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R7kGLrl3H0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/KQgxAfoEkZ8/s1600-h/DSCN3479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R7kGLrl3H0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/KQgxAfoEkZ8/s200/DSCN3479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168168845134208834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac got his first haircut despite the fact that he didn't want one.  He hated it, but I think it turned out pretty cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-7760798325849700133?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7760798325849700133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=7760798325849700133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7760798325849700133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7760798325849700133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/02/macs-first-haircut.html' title='Mac&apos;s first haircut'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R7kGLLl3HzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kzKEOovek8c/s72-c/DSCN3473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-284358797027119428</id><published>2008-02-17T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:17.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brady Goes Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R7kEf7l3HxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-8eb-ZfZ-ZQ/s1600-h/DSCN3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R7kEf7l3HxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-8eb-ZfZ-ZQ/s200/DSCN3487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168166994003304210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R7kEgbl3HyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4v3EKCZ4tqg/s1600-h/DSCN3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R7kEgbl3HyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4v3EKCZ4tqg/s200/DSCN3484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168167002593238818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Brady went bowling for the first time.  It was really cute they had ramps and bumpers and he seemed to really enjoy it.  It was Maddex's 4 year old birthday party so there were a lot of kids and a lot of chaos but the kids loved it.  Don't think less of him because the ball is pink, they just happen to be the lightest.  I think the hardest thing was waiting his turn, life can be so unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-284358797027119428?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/284358797027119428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=284358797027119428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/284358797027119428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/284358797027119428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/02/brady-goes-bowling.html' title='Brady Goes Bowling'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R7kEf7l3HxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-8eb-ZfZ-ZQ/s72-c/DSCN3487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-802512272391867188</id><published>2008-02-09T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:08:51.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Coffee</title><content type='html'>The other day it was a wet cold morning and a cup of coffee sounded really good.  I made myself a pot and thought "perhaps Brady would really enjoy some hot chocolate." So I made him some and put it in a cute little starbucks espresso mug.  He was a little nervous to drink it at first but was in love at first sip.  The boy is a sugar addict already.  The funny thing is that every sip he took he would clap his hands and say "Yea, thank you mom, thank you mom, thank you for the chocolate coffee". every time till it was all gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-802512272391867188?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/802512272391867188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=802512272391867188' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/802512272391867188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/802512272391867188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/02/chocolate-coffee.html' title='Chocolate Coffee'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-7677094909278921326</id><published>2008-02-01T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:17.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 1st</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R6PdcXGFi1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_QD3Owm88zs/s1600-h/DSCN2983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R6PdcXGFi1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_QD3Owm88zs/s200/DSCN2983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162213077202340690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R6Pc_XGFi0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/xF1ZGusntSU/s1600-h/DSCN3083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R6Pc_XGFi0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/xF1ZGusntSU/s200/DSCN3083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162212578986134338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again - ug what a crazy go it's been.  Sorry that I haven't been on for a while, Tony actually threatened to kick me off his list since I haven't been a faithful blogger.  In my defense we have been gone 21 days this month and half of December.  When we travel, we only have one computer and taking care of the kids in someone else's house is a bit more challenging then I thought.  To recap the lost time.  We had a fantastic Christmas in Montana and I turned 29 - went skiing and had the best birthday ever - Mac turned 1 and still hasn't had a hair cut.  Funny moment: Brady has been learning new words but sometimes when he hears a word that sounds similar to a word he knows he substitutes them like, Burger King is Birthday King and Oscar the Grouch is Oscar the Ouch... it is super funny.  Mac is still not walking by himself but he really gets around.  He has mastered the stairs which is a relife.  I'm working on my Thank you notes, I've finished 100 - still so many to go... hope you're wearing your bracelets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-7677094909278921326?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7677094909278921326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=7677094909278921326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7677094909278921326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7677094909278921326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-1st.html' title='February 1st'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R6PdcXGFi1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_QD3Owm88zs/s72-c/DSCN2983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-6532588226095603266</id><published>2007-12-03T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:18.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good friends make a happy heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R1TjhMakSHI/AAAAAAAAADs/ruR6NpW5w3M/s1600-R/Jamie+and+Andrea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R1TjhMakSHI/AAAAAAAAADs/-eVvqVvaOgQ/s200/Jamie+and+Andrea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139983234144422002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this picture today and it made me very happy.  Andrea, I miss you so much! I wish i could visit you in Equador.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-6532588226095603266?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/6532588226095603266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=6532588226095603266' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6532588226095603266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6532588226095603266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-friends-make-happy-heart.html' title='Good friends make a happy heart.'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R1TjhMakSHI/AAAAAAAAADs/-eVvqVvaOgQ/s72-c/Jamie+and+Andrea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-5591106826943554772</id><published>2007-12-03T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:18.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R1TWrsakSDI/AAAAAAAAADM/f4Ae-JlVX-g/s1600-R/DSCN2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R1TWrsakSDI/AAAAAAAAADM/7xkHC68TxH8/s200/DSCN2943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139969120881887282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R1TWscakSEI/AAAAAAAAADU/Bft3k-lvelk/s1600-R/DSCN2966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R1TWscakSEI/AAAAAAAAADU/skL4yHKGZjs/s200/DSCN2966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139969133766789186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R1TWssakSFI/AAAAAAAAADc/QS1GmgsfJT4/s1600-R/DSCN2953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R1TWssakSFI/AAAAAAAAADc/jVOsH5Lm6og/s200/DSCN2953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139969138061756498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R1TWtcakSGI/AAAAAAAAADk/lOji0ttIueE/s1600-R/DSCN2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R1TWtcakSGI/AAAAAAAAADk/gaQcJm5KkMU/s200/DSCN2967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139969150946658402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last minute we decided to go to San Fran the week of Thanksgiving to visit Tony's grandparents. What a trip!  We got to see the Bakers - what a blast - I heart the Bakers.  We also got some quality time with some of Tony's extended family.  First of all  I love Tony's family so much.  I must have the best in-laws in the whole world because I just don't know how it could get any better.  Additionally, his extended family is so awesome.  I met some family members for the first time and got to know some that I've only connected with a few times.  Family is so important, what a blessing.  It only makes me a little sad that we will leave the country in a bit and be so far away.  But oh the joy that fills our hearts knowing they love and support us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-5591106826943554772?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/5591106826943554772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=5591106826943554772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5591106826943554772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5591106826943554772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanksgiving-in-san-francisco.html' title='Thanksgiving in San Francisco'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/R1TWrsakSDI/AAAAAAAAADM/7xkHC68TxH8/s72-c/DSCN2943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-7734213649654825031</id><published>2007-12-03T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:15:07.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monroeville &amp; Prophetic Prayer</title><content type='html'>So far in our travels one of the highlights has been the missions convention at Monroeville Assembly.  It was a 5 day celebration of missions and a true blessing for us.  Lori (pastor Lance's wife) planned everything with her team and it was simply amazing.  It brought the term "Missions Convention" to a whole new level for me.  The best part was that we felt like we really connected with people.  We saw them 4 days in a row and had deep conversations.  I really feel like they know who we are and it is such a comfort to know they will be praying for us.  Tony and I joked that there were 2 things they made sure of, 1. we weren't under feed (very important in the A/G) and 2. we weren't under prayed for - we were prayed over so much I feel like we could go right now and we'd have such an amazing prayer covering we'd do great things.  However something happened in one of the final prayer sessions that took me off guard, prophetic prayer.  It was so amazing how this group of a dozen or so people prayed with such knowledge.  They call their group FireStarters and boy did they start a fire.  It was very sobering and humbling that God would speak to us the words he did, and also inspiring - I want to be a firestarter.  The amazing thing was there were 3 other missionaries with us who they prayed for and each had a prophetic message that was right on - oh to be that close to Jesus.  There is no greater gift then a word from the Lord. Additionally at the close of the convention we debriefed a little with the pastor and his wife and he also had a word for us the just resounded with our spirits - Fear Not.  God is good. -- all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-7734213649654825031?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7734213649654825031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=7734213649654825031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7734213649654825031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7734213649654825031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/12/monroeville-prophetic-prayer.html' title='Monroeville &amp; Prophetic Prayer'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-7756761498137678724</id><published>2007-11-07T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:04:54.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21Y2FWCNSXL._AA160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21Y2FWCNSXL._AA160_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are on a long stretch of hotel days and nights which is very interesting with 2 young boys.  The first 3 nights we were in different places but now we are in the same hotel for a few nights, in Meadville, PA (aka home of the zipper).  Today was an eventful day, Brady and I spent 3 full hours in the pool, ate at the Cracker Barrel, and had DQ for desert after an in room dinner.  There are surly some challenges to this type of a life - we happen to have one pack-n-play set up in the bathroom which makes it a bit challenging to use the potty after 8.30 - there is the constant planning and thinking ahead to possible problems, the car naps, and the driving driving driving -- but honestly we are having a lot of fun.  There are so many light little things that happen every day that keep us laughing and we are so happy to be together.  Here are some funny things: I got Brady the Little People Noah's Arc toy - since we are in a hotel, I like to have one new thing to help entertain them and he loves animals.  I've been saving them for Meadville since we're going to be here a while. He saw the box the first night and just stared at it, no fit or anything just staring at it.  The next night he saw it and named all of the animals, then he kept asking Big Dad for them - "Big Dad" I want one of those zebras".... it was so cute and he was so patient.  When we gave it to him tonight he was so happy.  The other day when we were leaving McDonalds he saw a half sucked lollipop in the ashtray and tried to grab it.  Today when we were leaving the pool it was so cold and Brady was running down the halls screaming in his Mr. Incredible swim suit.  McKinley is starting to bite which shouldn't be funny but he laughs every time and it is so funny.  Brady talks himself to sleep every night and says the funniest thing, usually he ends up putting himself in time out and apologizing to everyone he can think of.  I don't know if these make you laugh but they fill my heart with happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-7756761498137678724?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7756761498137678724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=7756761498137678724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7756761498137678724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7756761498137678724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/11/hotel-bliss.html' title='Hotel Bliss'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-2237815673641795728</id><published>2007-10-25T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:19.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RyFT3hPBgYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yyBtycW-xUI/s1600-h/DSCN2872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RyFT3hPBgYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yyBtycW-xUI/s400/DSCN2872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125470064203628930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RyFT4BPBgZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kfLGEf0r3a0/s1600-h/DSCN2874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RyFT4BPBgZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kfLGEf0r3a0/s400/DSCN2874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125470072793563538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RyFT4RPBgaI/AAAAAAAAADE/72mBY6lo2nw/s1600-h/DSCN2881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RyFT4RPBgaI/AAAAAAAAADE/72mBY6lo2nw/s400/DSCN2881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125470077088530850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-2237815673641795728?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2237815673641795728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=2237815673641795728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2237815673641795728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2237815673641795728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RyFT3hPBgYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yyBtycW-xUI/s72-c/DSCN2872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-2295508122995563827</id><published>2007-10-25T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:59:34.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>What a fun night.  Brady, Mac and I went to my parents neighborhood for &lt;b&gt;Trick or Treat&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This year was the best because Brady was actually old enough to care. In&lt;br /&gt;fact, I had bought him a monkey costume like Mac's but while we were at&lt;br /&gt;the Kjos' in Michigan he found a ,&lt;b&gt;Mickey Mouse&lt;/b&gt; costume that fit&lt;br /&gt;almost perfect and so I took the monkey back and he got to be his&lt;br /&gt;favorite character. He couldn't have been happier. He really loves &lt;b&gt;candy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now too so it was a double bonus. Since his hands were covered with&lt;br /&gt;Mickey hands he had some trouble reaching into the baskets full of&lt;br /&gt;candy but when he figured it out, he just kept grabbing and noone was&lt;br /&gt;stopping him. It was so cute and funny. He was a little scared of kids&lt;br /&gt;in masks and those with face paint but he was a good sport. He kept&lt;br /&gt;saying, "Brady was scared, Pa was scared, Mommy was scared" - and he&lt;br /&gt;was money with "Trick or Treat" - Mac and Kaiden were twin monkeys&lt;br /&gt;riding around behind Brady. They kind of got ripped off since they&lt;br /&gt;couldn't talk but some people managed to fill up their little basket. I&lt;br /&gt;wonder who will eat that candy?&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5e5556fbaceb1c0d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5e5556fbaceb1c0d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895788%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31ABE3DDAF26ED798E964B6EE7CDEC7D73393FFE.790C8249E55E0552C6683D5782F10A4F0A10E130%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e5556fbaceb1c0d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DukUFT9-VANSXd6ljCzcmxgUHPIw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5e5556fbaceb1c0d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895788%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31ABE3DDAF26ED798E964B6EE7CDEC7D73393FFE.790C8249E55E0552C6683D5782F10A4F0A10E130%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e5556fbaceb1c0d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DukUFT9-VANSXd6ljCzcmxgUHPIw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-2295508122995563827?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5e5556fbaceb1c0d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2295508122995563827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=2295508122995563827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2295508122995563827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2295508122995563827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-2856244926187449061</id><published>2007-10-19T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:19.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer Garner - my new BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxj4DqwSXlI/AAAAAAAAACs/Hqlt9ls07ko/s1600-h/DSCN2856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxj4DqwSXlI/AAAAAAAAACs/Hqlt9ls07ko/s400/DSCN2856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123117318034054738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so perhaps I am a bit of a freak - but I love Jennifer Garner.  For my birthday Liz gave me Alias season 1 - When Tony and I started watching it - we were totally addicted until we finished out season 5.  For those who have not seen the entire series it is addictively awesome!  We watched at least 2 episodes a day for a couple of months and were extremely sad when it ended.  At one point I felt like I knew Sydney Bristow and her dad Jack.  I wondered what was happening in the lives of Sydney and Michael Vaghun and at times I caught myself thinking of them.  There is a slight obsession that comes from watching a show everyday.  So when I saw Jennifer Garner on TV in MI - talking about her play on Broadway I wanted to go.  Tony made it happen for me.  The play was good - Cyrano - it was one of the cleaner shows we've seen.  And the actors were just amazing.  After it was all over during the standing ovation we made for the doors to get close enough for a pic.  When she came out the door my heart was beating so fast.  She was so nice and so pretty - and I said "Can I get a picture with you, you are so my favorite" and she said "awe, you are my favorite" -- ha ha -- isn't that so funny.  So Jen, is my new BFF.... and I am a little bit of a stalker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-2856244926187449061?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2856244926187449061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=2856244926187449061' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2856244926187449061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2856244926187449061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/10/jennifer-garner-my-new-bff.html' title='Jennifer Garner - my new BFF'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxj4DqwSXlI/AAAAAAAAACs/Hqlt9ls07ko/s72-c/DSCN2856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-7079924350709742168</id><published>2007-10-19T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:19.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in The Big Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxj1mKwSXjI/AAAAAAAAACc/mWW-WF3qjRo/s1600-h/DSCN2843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxj1mKwSXjI/AAAAAAAAACc/mWW-WF3qjRo/s200/DSCN2843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123114612204658226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxj1mawSXkI/AAAAAAAAACk/M0CybS8qiDQ/s1600-h/DSCN2844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxj1mawSXkI/AAAAAAAAACk/M0CybS8qiDQ/s200/DSCN2844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123114616499625538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony and I love New York and we rarely get to go by ourselves, but when we do, oh the good times we have.  We did so much yesterday and we had so much fun.  We toured Radio City Music Hall and NBC studios and we went to the Top of the Rock... so fun.  We met a Rockett and saw a show.  It was a great Grown Up day.  Jules was so great to watch the boys and Kay spent the night since we were home late.  I am so thankful for the opportunities to do fun things like this.  Tony is the best at making adventures happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-7079924350709742168?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7079924350709742168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=7079924350709742168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7079924350709742168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7079924350709742168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-in-big-apple.html' title='A day in The Big Apple'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxj1mKwSXjI/AAAAAAAAACc/mWW-WF3qjRo/s72-c/DSCN2843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-9015405440075467021</id><published>2007-10-19T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:20.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A PA Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RxjzuawSXfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/arqs9sJ36A0/s1600-h/DSCN2804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RxjzuawSXfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/arqs9sJ36A0/s200/DSCN2804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123112554915323378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RxjzxqwSXgI/AAAAAAAAACE/EZalP6H-6Bg/s1600-h/DSCN2807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RxjzxqwSXgI/AAAAAAAAACE/EZalP6H-6Bg/s200/DSCN2807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123112610749898242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RxjzzqwSXhI/AAAAAAAAACM/Zj7RaByH9sM/s1600-h/DSCN2820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RxjzzqwSXhI/AAAAAAAAACM/Zj7RaByH9sM/s200/DSCN2820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123112645109636626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxjz0qwSXiI/AAAAAAAAACU/BxBzVs1mZtI/s1600-h/DSCN2812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxjz0qwSXiI/AAAAAAAAACU/BxBzVs1mZtI/s200/DSCN2812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123112662289505826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Reading Ellie Chase's Ode to Fall I feel inspired to write one of my own. &lt;B&gt; I do love the fall&lt;/b&gt;, the crisp air, the cool mornings the colorful leaves, the ending of another great summer.  However the fall here as felt a little like fall and a little more like an unending summer.  On Monday we had a Mops day at Ashcombe Farms - it was a sunny hot day.  I think it was like 90 degrees.  I wanted some cute pics of the boys next to pumpkins but it just looks funny with them in shorts and red hot faces.  A few days later it was more like fall and I got some cute pics of them in the leaves in our front yard.  That is the one thing that stinks about the fall.  We literally have a million leaves to rake.  Here is the start of a lot of work... Luckily it is a lot of fun for Brady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-9015405440075467021?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/9015405440075467021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=9015405440075467021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/9015405440075467021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/9015405440075467021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/10/pa-fall.html' title='A PA Fall'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RxjzuawSXfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/arqs9sJ36A0/s72-c/DSCN2804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-8635015888618851868</id><published>2007-10-19T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:21.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxjxc6wSXcI/AAAAAAAAABk/82aT7wc5eXI/s1600-h/DSCN2791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxjxc6wSXcI/AAAAAAAAABk/82aT7wc5eXI/s200/DSCN2791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123110055244357058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxjxd6wSXdI/AAAAAAAAABs/j67YX8l6mwo/s1600-h/DSCN2797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxjxd6wSXdI/AAAAAAAAABs/j67YX8l6mwo/s200/DSCN2797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123110072424226258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RxjxeawSXeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iqX_RWAdoFg/s1600-h/DSCN2792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RxjxeawSXeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iqX_RWAdoFg/s200/DSCN2792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123110081014160866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the start of a series of blogs I've been meaning to write, so if you've gotten this far you are all caught up.  Sorry for so much at once but you know how it is with kids and what not.  This was such a great Sunday for several reasons.  We got to go to church with my cousin Kari who attends &lt;b&gt;Central Christian&lt;/b&gt; in Baltimore, MD.  This is a significant church to my family because when we first decided to follow Jesus we attended here.  Now they are in a beautiful bulding but at the time they met in a school.  It was a really neat service.  One surprise was that there was a guest speaker, a missionary nonetheless, &lt;b&gt;Butch Frey&lt;/B&gt; from Mexico City.  I was so excited!  When I was at CBC I had the opportunity to go to dinner at the Frey house several times.  We talked about life and missions and it was so awesome to hear him again.  Afterward we got to chat with him in Pastor Terry's office while Tony and Pastor Joel talked about Montana.  (so much conversation is generated because of MT).  After that awesome moment we went to visit my cousin Shawn and his wife Steph who just had a baby girl named &lt;b&gt;Miranda&lt;/b&gt;.  She was so precious.  After that we had lunch at my favorite restaurant &lt;b&gt;The Macaroni Grill &lt;/b&gt;-- mmm ---My goal when I go is to drink as much Mango Tea and eat as much bread as possible.  Then I eat a few bites of my meal and save the rest for lunch.  It makes me happy just thinking about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-8635015888618851868?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/8635015888618851868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=8635015888618851868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/8635015888618851868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/8635015888618851868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/10/great-sunday.html' title='A Great Sunday'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rxjxc6wSXcI/AAAAAAAAABk/82aT7wc5eXI/s72-c/DSCN2791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-282664203165605592</id><published>2007-10-10T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:21.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rw2ayawSXbI/AAAAAAAAABc/lmzGp_cJLaA/s1600-h/Photo+49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rw2ayawSXbI/AAAAAAAAABc/lmzGp_cJLaA/s320/Photo+49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119918542356110770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady's little life has been filled with firsts - first steps, first words, first ice cream cone.  Last night was his &lt;b&gt;first lie. &lt;/b&gt; It is unreal how kids don't have to be taught to do wrong.  No one had to show Brady how to hurt Mac.  No one had to teach him how to be disobedient... and now lies.  Here is the story.  We are working on potty training which is a very long and tedious process.  (side note: there is nothing funnier then hearing potty training stories of adults that you know - P.Tom shared a good one today about Andrea and I laughed out loud). Every time Brady uses the potty he gets a treat (positive reinforcment) - which is 2 M&amp;Ms.  Well he is a sugar freak.  The kid loves all things sugar.  So he was begging me for another treat and he had just used the potty 2 times within 10 minutes so I knew he was working the system.  So I said "you only get M&amp;Ms when you use the potty" - so he said "okay" and went upstairs, rustled some things in the bathroom and came out saying "I did it, I went potty" -- Well the boy does not yet know how to pull down his own pants but he knows how to lie.  Thanks Adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-282664203165605592?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/282664203165605592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=282664203165605592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/282664203165605592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/282664203165605592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/10/original-sin.html' title='Original Sin'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rw2ayawSXbI/AAAAAAAAABc/lmzGp_cJLaA/s72-c/Photo+49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-8234894398201927453</id><published>2007-10-02T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:21.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Travel Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RwKRZqwSXZI/AAAAAAAAABM/_rrVHAQIw_g/s1600-h/DSCN2673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RwKRZqwSXZI/AAAAAAAAABM/_rrVHAQIw_g/s320/DSCN2673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116811996805881234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RwKRaKwSXaI/AAAAAAAAABU/-YKpSm07DL0/s1600-h/DSCN2675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RwKRaKwSXaI/AAAAAAAAABU/-YKpSm07DL0/s320/DSCN2675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116812005395815842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great trip - we've had so much fun and connected with so many old friends.  It's been so great hanging out with PJ and Kim and we got to see some friends in Chicago - From old youth group friends like Don Champion to college floor friends like Ischee and one of my girlz like Jenni - it really has been great.  It is a little stressful taking care of everyone and everything too - we'll be back to PA on Thursday -- or Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-8234894398201927453?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/8234894398201927453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=8234894398201927453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/8234894398201927453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/8234894398201927453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/10/travel-travel-travel.html' title='Travel Travel Travel'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RwKRZqwSXZI/AAAAAAAAABM/_rrVHAQIw_g/s72-c/DSCN2673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-2514646372702502418</id><published>2007-09-22T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T18:33:36.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Vacation</title><content type='html'>So we went on vacation last week and we are in MI this week with a few of my favorite people in the whole world. &lt;strong&gt;Vacations &lt;/strong&gt;are a funny thing.  I really felt like we needed to make some fun &lt;strong&gt;family memories &lt;/strong&gt;at the start of all this crazy travel, so to &lt;strong&gt;OC&lt;/strong&gt; we went.  We stayed on the boardwalk which was fun and they had an indoor pool which Brady loved. He has become quite the swimmer.  &lt;strong&gt;He owned the pool&lt;/strong&gt;.  Since school was in session and it was mid week there weren't many people which made it seem so weird.  Brady is at an awkward stage.  He loves to have fun but he hates for the fun to end.  Every time we transition activities it like &lt;strong&gt;Whine Fest 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.  When we were at the zoo he never wanted to leave any of the animals.  It was like I had to drag him along whining.  Then in OC we went in the Kite Loft and everything he saw he wanted to play with all day even though there were much cooler things to see and do.  I know he just doesn't understand but it gets so old.  Brad thinks that perhaps that is the way we are with God sometimes and he has to drag us along to the bigger and better things.  Who knows, I just think the terrible twos are &lt;strong&gt;really tough&lt;/strong&gt;.  ug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-2514646372702502418?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2514646372702502418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=2514646372702502418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2514646372702502418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/2514646372702502418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/09/ah-vacation.html' title='Ah Vacation'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-7353406924498428798</id><published>2007-09-13T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T19:29:27.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do they learn these things?</title><content type='html'>Today Brady impressed me with 2 new things.  CLA has a new ministry Kiosk thing with a touch screen video.  I was intriged and wanted to look at it.  There was a world map up and the first thing Brady said was "see Greece" and he pointed to the general area in which we would live.  I was so impressed, he picks up on things so quick.  Also recently he has been uber into Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.  So we downloaded some of the songs off of Utube so he could watch online when it wasn't on TV since it only comes on at 8.30am and we don't have DVDs yet.  So there are only so many times you can listen to Hot Dog Hot Dog Hot Diggidy Dog when you fell like you are about to go insane.  We have to keep asking him "How old are you Brady?" and he reminds us, "TWO!!!!!"  Anyways, I was trying to do something really quick on the computer and of course he wanted to watch Mickey Mouse and I was trying to ignore him so I could just check on this bill real quick - so he grabbed my chin and turned my face toward him real close and said "Mommy, Listen to me, watch Mickey Mouse"  it was so funny I just about feel over.  I must have done that to him before but I don't remember and he is just picking up on everything - unfortunatley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-7353406924498428798?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7353406924498428798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=7353406924498428798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7353406924498428798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7353406924498428798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-do-they-learn-these-things.html' title='Where do they learn these things?'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-1263494465318195831</id><published>2007-09-10T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:09:37.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Pentecostal handshake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:7sAraQv5aQekVM:http://sagi.typepad.com/treding_the_vc_waters/handshake_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:7sAraQv5aQekVM:http://sagi.typepad.com/treding_the_vc_waters/handshake_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at Lancaster First on Wednesday I received my first &lt;b&gt;Pentecostal handshake&lt;/b&gt;.  It was an awkward moment for some reason.  We had a great service with such a great group of people who were really receptive and inspired by what we shared.  &lt;b&gt;It was a great night.&lt;/b&gt;  Following the service there were serveral people who talked to us and commited to pray for us and then it came.  During this iteneration time I have been truly blessed by the generoucity of God's people.  We want them to believe in us and the call God has placed on our heart.  However my family history makes it so contrary to everything I have grown up with.  Every time you give my parents something, or do something for them the say &lt;b&gt;"you don't have to do that"&lt;/b&gt; or "you shouldn't have done that".  They are doers and givers and not takers --- but the thing about that is &lt;b&gt;it is a blessing to be the giver.&lt;/b&gt;  So when everything in me wants to say to that sweet generous lady "no you don't need to give me that $50 bill we're fine" -- the reality is that - yes we are missionaries and need every penny and why take from someone the joy of giving.  It's just like we never out grow fighting over things, whether it is a toy or the remote control, the biggest piece of pizza or the check after dinner.  Perhaps it is just human nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-1263494465318195831?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/1263494465318195831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=1263494465318195831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/1263494465318195831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/1263494465318195831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-pentecostal-handshake.html' title='My first Pentecostal handshake'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-6872188773146963797</id><published>2007-09-08T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T19:07:37.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brady'/><title type='text'>A Monumental Day</title><content type='html'>No picture will be added to this post for obvious reasons but I just have to write about it.  I end this day on a most &lt;strong&gt;joyful&lt;/strong&gt; note.  In fact I do not remember the last time I was this joyful.  It was a monumental day in the life of young Brady and a day of rejoicing for the hope of tomorrow.  If you are wondering what could bring these feelings upon a young mother well there are many but this one takes the cake.  Tonight Brady pee peed on the &lt;strong&gt;potty&lt;/strong&gt; for the very first time.  applause!  He was so proud, I was so proud, it was a &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt; moment.  I pray there will be many more such moments in the days and weeks to come, but for now I rejoice in this great accomplishment.  Perhaps when he graduates high school or college, or gets recruited to play &lt;strong&gt;QB&lt;/strong&gt; for some high ranking college team I will be more proud but for now I can't even imagine it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-6872188773146963797?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/6872188773146963797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=6872188773146963797' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6872188773146963797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/6872188773146963797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/09/monumental-day.html' title='A Monumental Day'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-5482280242263622922</id><published>2007-09-04T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:22.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brady'/><title type='text'>Kiss it and make it better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RuYVl3ULWBI/AAAAAAAAABE/2CAa80fEJtk/s1600-h/DSCN2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RuYVl3ULWBI/AAAAAAAAABE/2CAa80fEJtk/s320/DSCN2480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108794567546329106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another thought provoked by the wonderful life of &lt;strong&gt;Brady Sebastian&lt;/strong&gt; (corresponding picture to be added tomorrow).  The other day Brady was doing some wild jumps in the tub, splashing water everywhere.  One jump was especially out of control and he crashed his nose against the bottom which sent the tears flowing.  This was a clear sign that bath time was over so I got him from the tub and wrapped him in his towel and tried to console him.  "Hurt nose" he said &lt;strong&gt;"Kiss it".  &lt;/strong&gt;Oh it was so cute, so as the tears flowed, I kissed his little nose and some how it was majic and all the pain was gone.  He stopped crying and we proceeded with the evening.  It is so amazing what one little comforting kiss does for that little boy.  Afterward you can ask him "all better?" and he'll say "&lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;" -- and it is totally over.  &lt;br /&gt;In some ways it makes me think why does it take me so long to get over stuff? When I hurt myself I want to whine about it for hours... Like the other day when I burned my &lt;strong&gt;neck &lt;/strong&gt;with the curling iron - there is nothing quite like burning your own flesh that ruins your day. What is it about getting old that takes the power of a kiss away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-5482280242263622922?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/5482280242263622922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=5482280242263622922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5482280242263622922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/5482280242263622922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/09/kiss-it-and-make-it-better.html' title='Kiss it and make it better'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RuYVl3ULWBI/AAAAAAAAABE/2CAa80fEJtk/s72-c/DSCN2480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-3167569085469539173</id><published>2007-08-30T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:22.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The boys first baseball game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rtd0PXULV-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9xAwIwkOoEk/s1600-h/DSCN2414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rtd0PXULV-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9xAwIwkOoEk/s320/DSCN2414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104676509953251298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rtd0PnULV_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/qRId1sGvrpo/s1600-h/DSCN2427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rtd0PnULV_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/qRId1sGvrpo/s320/DSCN2427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104676514248218610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rtd0QHULWAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/U9gD0Vn7gY8/s1600-h/DSCN2428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rtd0QHULWAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/U9gD0Vn7gY8/s320/DSCN2428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104676522838153218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-3167569085469539173?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/3167569085469539173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=3167569085469539173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3167569085469539173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/3167569085469539173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/08/boys-first-baseball-game.html' title='The boys first baseball game'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/Rtd0PXULV-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9xAwIwkOoEk/s72-c/DSCN2414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-17546474716772642</id><published>2007-08-30T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:20:39.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Obsession of Fear</title><content type='html'>We took the boys to the Orioles game on Tuesday night.  It was completly spontanous which makes it so much fun.  I think some people looked at us like we were crazy, but oh what a memory.  Brady loves baseball and was very excited, until he saw the Oriole mascot - then he was thrilled.  He kept saying "see bird, see bird".  The bird went away during the beginning of the game but returned around the 2nd inning.  Brady went nuts, so Tony (or Big Dad as Brady calls him) - took him over to see him and get a picture.  When Tony got close it was only seconds before Brady's fears overtook him and he bagan to cry.  He was slightly tramatized but by the time he got back to me he wanted to see the bird again.  At the 7th inning stretch the bird was about 300 ft. away from us and Brady's "see bird" plee turned into a scared whimper.  It's so funny how kids can become obsessed with things that scare them.  Like they are trying to overcome their fear and then change their mind.  Sometimes I am so that way.  I want to do the things I am afraid of until it comes time to actually do them.  This Greece thing is going to be one of those times, but there is no turning back now - we will see the bird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-17546474716772642?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/17546474716772642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=17546474716772642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/17546474716772642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/17546474716772642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/08/obsession-of-fear.html' title='The Obsession of Fear'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-8671045817038621388</id><published>2007-08-27T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:22.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a cute boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RtOernULV9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KD33doaWf1A/s1600-h/DSCN2404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RtOernULV9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KD33doaWf1A/s320/DSCN2404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103597274866079698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-8671045817038621388?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/8671045817038621388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=8671045817038621388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/8671045817038621388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/8671045817038621388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-cute-boy.html' title='What a cute boy!'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RtOernULV9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KD33doaWf1A/s72-c/DSCN2404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-7521331945688648664</id><published>2007-08-27T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:23.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RtOeO3ULV8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/HVrGQxSt0mw/s1600-h/DSCN2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RtOeO3ULV8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/HVrGQxSt0mw/s320/DSCN2375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103596780944840642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RtOd9HULV7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iLirYlDamR4/s1600-h/DSCN2371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RtOd9HULV7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iLirYlDamR4/s320/DSCN2371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103596476002162610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sharing is caring - right Dave?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-7521331945688648664?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7521331945688648664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=7521331945688648664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7521331945688648664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7521331945688648664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-favorite-boys.html' title='My Favorite Boys'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RtOeO3ULV8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/HVrGQxSt0mw/s72-c/DSCN2375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-7738915787077132647</id><published>2007-08-27T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:23.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RtOb0nULV6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2KJcK0lEROI/s1600-h/DSCN0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RtOb0nULV6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2KJcK0lEROI/s320/DSCN0652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103594130950018978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my life and I love my family -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-7738915787077132647?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7738915787077132647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=7738915787077132647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7738915787077132647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/7738915787077132647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-my-life-and-i-love-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/RtOb0nULV6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2KJcK0lEROI/s72-c/DSCN0652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832649415481400769.post-1753827925365244098</id><published>2007-08-27T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:57:42.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering the blogging world.</title><content type='html'>Here I am late Monday night entering into the wonderful world of blogging. I guess partly because I need the disipline to write stuff down and partly because I love to look back and see how I've grown.  But I guess mostly because I just want to be cool. :) just joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832649415481400769-1753827925365244098?l=jamiecbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/feeds/1753827925365244098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832649415481400769&amp;postID=1753827925365244098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/1753827925365244098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832649415481400769/posts/default/1753827925365244098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiecbass.blogspot.com/2007/08/entering-blogging-world.html' title='Entering the blogging world.'/><author><name>jamiecbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360088389712417456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SucsA4ySR2I/STZFJWAk18I/AAAAAAAAANQ/53xTaiFNvVY/S220/DSCN4950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
