tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21119615499532620312024-03-14T05:33:42.835-05:00Ozier FamilyOzier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-48759013374220717092013-06-09T07:58:00.001-05:002013-06-09T08:02:20.664-05:00Badges of Honor<div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">The first week of Summer 2013 was filled with blessings. The kiddos..all FOUR..vacationed in Orange Beach with Mimi and Grandad for the week and Jason and I... Well, five nights ALONE in SanDestin, need I say more? </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">The kids had a blast. They played at the beach, swam at the pool, left their mark on the water park and every video arcade near the Alabama/Florida state line. </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">Jason and I, ahhhhh...we slept (and slept and slept), ate at some delicious GROWN UP restaurants and had some much needed alone time. Hear this: I showered every day! I wore makeup everyday! I wore stylish, adult clothes.. from THIS season!! It was fabulous...aside from missing our little monkeys the whole time of course. </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">We all returned home Sunday rested and rejuvenated from our respective vacation spots and the unpacking, washing and story swapping commenced. </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">Well, it's Tuesday...two days later...I sit here typing, still wearing Sunday's make-up and T-shirt (which happens to be an old college one, circa 1998, that's covered in coffee and applesauce)--not cute! And someone please tell me, what happened to my spray tan? It must have faded.. And what happenend to my pretty feet? The Spa Pedicure from the resort is shot from little Croc-clad feet stepping on mine. Lobster? Filet Mignon? Sheesh...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); ">my dinner last night was a bowl of Cap'n Crunch cereal after getting all the kids down! </span></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); ">Forty-eight hours and it's official..I'm back to being a re-fried mom. No more lazy days on sandy beaches..white, gauze kaftan blowing in the breeze..cold drink in one hand, a great book in the other (insert record scratch)...</span></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); ">I was spending time with the Lord this morning, feeling quite gross and quite pitiful as He began speaking to me about: What else? Princesses. I was excited about that because..well, I am one you know..and if He is your Father you are too.</span></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">The King began by reminding <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); ">me of the world's view of a princess: She will have the nicest clothing, accessories, carriages, and castles. She will be very concerned with external beauty and of course the nicest beauty treatments. She will desire the best food. She will be served by others, and desire the attention of others. This is the world's view of a princess..not His. </span></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); ">Then, He showed me His daughters...His princesses. She will seek things contrary to this world. She will probably not have the nicest earthly clothing or possessions. She will be more concerned with spiritual clothing...robes of righteousness and being clothed in humility (Isaiah 61:10; 1 Peter 5:5) She should not be concerned with worldly standards of beauty or the nicest beauty treatments, but instead that she carries the beauty of the Lord (Psalm 90:17). His beauty will radiate from her. She will not prioritize the "best" earthly food, but will feast daily on the Bread of Life (John 6:35), the Manna from Heaven (Psalms 78:24)...Jesus, the Word made flesh, and she will be satisfied (John 1:14). Above all, she will be a servant...much more concerned with serving others than with being served (Mark 9:35). </span></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">Today, this princess is servant to a man, a seven year old, two five year olds, and a 14 month old. In the world, a servant's clothing is often old and sometimes covered with coffee and applesauce. I am thankful for many things today, but above all that My Father showed me that these two stains are badges of honor, jewels in a crown. A crown that I thankfully and joyfully cast at His feet. Isn't it awe-inspiring how God's economy is always upside down to our human understanding? </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">"Oh the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and the knowledge of God! How unsearchable His judgemets and unfathomable His ways!"</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "> Romans 11:33</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">"Those who walk in pride, He is able to humble" </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">Dan 4:37 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); "> </span></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); "><br></span></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); "><br></span></div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-61686713526146802222011-10-03T18:38:00.001-05:002011-10-03T18:38:48.032-05:00Pray and Keep Watch For Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiu9kruAbfgQwN_MyzhRw98AmFa2JvvZaNAgDa3BK0T-rVVynETgfR-1jzCe0Lh49qGN66nMAX1MmU0oanaraPH2XCV_ero2tdQtJlPGfhTWxaAX5VZwApTV7PvT3cZl155Z77i_DQHCrN/s1600/Summer2011+110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiu9kruAbfgQwN_MyzhRw98AmFa2JvvZaNAgDa3BK0T-rVVynETgfR-1jzCe0Lh49qGN66nMAX1MmU0oanaraPH2XCV_ero2tdQtJlPGfhTWxaAX5VZwApTV7PvT3cZl155Z77i_DQHCrN/s320/Summer2011+110.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>This June, my sweet husband was on mission in Africa--Kenya actually. Once he shared with me that he was feeling called to this, I began to pray--for protection, provision, anointing, salvation--for so many things.. Many prayers went up for him, his team, the lives they would encounter. It wasn't until he was gone that it occurred to me how much we would struggle here at home. Boy did we. Our three little boys and I are blessed with such a wonderful father and wonderful husband in him, and let me just say, I rarely have everything on my shoulders from day to day. The day he left, during my first time with the Lord, He reminded me of Mark 14--Jesus in the Garden. "Pray and keep watch for Me, so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak" (vs 38). Jesus asked this of His trusted disciples, His closest companions, while in the Garden of Gethsemane. <br />
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There are so many things going on in this scene, but two stood out to me during this time. First, how, in times of danger--whether it be physical, spiritual, or danger of "falling into temptation"--there is only one dependable option--pray. He is the only One that will truly comfort and protect us, but do we go to Him? Peter, James and John, hours before were ready to die for Jesus. "Even if I have to die with You, I will not deny You! And they were all saying the same thing"(vs 31), and then moments later they could not merely stay awake to pray. Is this any different from my proclaimations to love Him and follow Him, then 'little' day to day choices of worldly comforts over going to Him? I say I love Him above all. I say I love Him more than my life, but when I am tested, what do I turn to? This message was such a wake up call for me, but the next brought me to my knees.<br />
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The most beautiful part of this scene to me is the gentleness shown from our Father to His Son. While praying, our sweet Jesus agonized and pleaded in the garden. He knew what He was facing. He asked God two separate times if possible for this cup to pass from Him (vs 36,39). Each time, He returned to a gentle reminder, of our hopelessness--how desperately we need a Savior, and why this burden was His alone.<br />
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Jesus returned twice to find Peter, James and John-arguably his closest disciples, sleeping. These were men who had walked with Him, seen miracles, seen Him transfigured while speaking with Moses and Elijah, and men who hours before were ready 'to die for Him." Jesus pleaded, "My soul is deeply grieved even to the point of death..keep watch for Me," and they couldn't even stay awake. When He returned to them sleeping, I believe Our Father, in those precious moments, was gently answering His prayer--this could not pass from Him. He was displaying that even those who try are capable of nothing without His sacrifice. Even with the best of intentions, we fail miserably everyday. The sheer beauty of this scene leaves me speechless.<br />
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"Pray and keep watch for Me, so that you will not fall into temptation." We are hopeless without Him--certainly before we know Him, but also after. It reminds me of one of my favorite worship songs ( I know..I love music):<br />
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<span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;">How many names<br />
Can I use to explain<br />
The <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD9">love</span> of my Jesus<br />
The life that He gave...<br />
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Your name is Jesus<br />
Your name is Jesus<br />
You're the wonderful, <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD10">counselor</span>, my friend<br />
You're what I hold on to<br />
I know that You brought me through<br />
All the days of loss and to the cross, You knew<br />
That I'd need a Savior<br />
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How many songs<br />
Can I sing to proclaim<br />
Your wondrous love<br />
Oh and beauty so great<br />
Oh and, What would I say<br />
If You brought down the rain<br />
And everyday I walked through the pain</span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;">My heart would still say…</span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"> </span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"></span></span><span><span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"></span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"> </span></span><span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;">Your name is Jesus<br />
Your name is Jesus<br />
You're the wonderful, <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD10">counselor</span>, my friend<br />
You're what I hold on to<br />
I know that You brought me through<br />
All the days of loss and to the cross, You knew<br />
That I'd need a Savior</span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"> </span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"> </span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"></span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;">-Among the Thirsty </span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"> </span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"></span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"> </span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"> </span></span></span><span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"></span></span>How many times has the Lord asked me to pray and I didn't? How many times have I felt the Spirit nudging me to do something uncomfortable or difficult that I didn't do? Or put off until it's too late? Oh yes, I fall asleep. <br />
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He knew...and in that moment He was reminded...that we need a Savior.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_UDY1u19hlsBcUKuRlVXJ811r2kEzmlqhDrJ-PX0r4KLFEXpSAA8doSvgpHxvR7WwTPwSTjXLbrTyK_VhZTwsA6TvX0zaxuVCXR20qWppm_dLXZ46sQkzlBX2_qIS7XdCwy8WQr50lU6/s1600/Kenya%252C+Africa-2011+163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This morning I was talking to God about a personal struggle I have been having with my thoughts. He reminded me that when the negative/sinful thoughts come, to rebuke them and replace them with a Philippians 4:8 thought. I asked Him to give me one for today--just a default, pure, joyful thought.. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
He gave me one. <span style="color: red;">"Think on the cross and your children."</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He then showed me that last night, OUR precious little son, was saved by Him from being pierced by those horrible nails... Yet, He sent HIS most precious, only Son to endure those horrible nails and so much more...for us. Oh how He loves us...</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">"But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed" Isaiah 53:5</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<div style="text-align: center;">"And when Jesus had said this, He showed them His hands and His feet" Luke 24:40</div><br />
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The message was also timely..we can barely watch the reports coming out of Joplin, Missouri. The death toll is rising. The devestation is unbareable. The beautiful words written by Mandi Mapes after the earthquake disaster in Haiti have been running through my mind all morning..I meditate on them often.. <br />
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In Your arms<br />
is where I want to be<br />
when my world<br />
comes crashing down on me<br />
so hold me close<br />
keep me Yours always<br />
bid me, break me, be my rock<br />
for now and all my days<br />
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whom have I<br />
when my heart begins to fail<br />
when sorrow fills the streets<br />
and sounds of death prevail<br />
Jesus is my hope<br />
and I know He stills the wind<br />
so take my very life away<br />
as long as I get Him<br />
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my soul longs<br />
for the day I'll see Your face<br />
when sin and death will pass<br />
and tears are wiped away<br />
so let the sky fall down<br />
and earth and cities quake<br />
and I'll say of my God and King<br />
Lord, blessed be Your name<br />
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blessed be, blessed be Your name<br />
blessed be Your holy name<br />
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"The LORD, the LORD God, compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in lovingkindness and truth.." Ex 34:6<br />
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He never leaves His throne.Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-62245215202627615812011-03-03T20:46:00.004-06:002011-03-04T09:10:17.262-06:00The Body<div style="text-align: center;">First, You showed me Yourself. I believed You. Then You showed me Your will for me--the hope of my calling. I heard YOU, Father, but I listened to man. Wholeness. Perfection. To be completely unbroken. I strived for this. I strive for it. I hear You, Lord. I will never reach it. It is not Your plan. Broken to Beautiful, You say. Bring darkness to light. I don't have to be good enough to walk out Your plans for me. I don't have to be whole enough, fixed enough..You call--We answer..period. I heard You, but I listened to man. "Stop regarding man who's breath of life is in his nostrils: Why should he be esteemed?" "I am the LORD your God who brought you up from the land of Egypt."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My faith faltered. Finally...renewed, I stepped forward. No. Limped forward. Then You took me by the hand and showed me the way. And now, now You show me that wholeness, that beautiful, elusive wholeness, is in the journey.... through the very ones you have called me to.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"And all these, having gained approval through their faith, <u>did not receive what was promised</u>,<u>because God had provided something better</u> for us,so that <u>apart from us they should not be made perfect"</u>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hebrews 11:39-40</div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-89990817731344824842011-01-05T10:17:00.000-06:002011-01-05T10:17:57.169-06:00My Eyes are on You, Lord<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><img src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/video_object.png" style="background-color: #b2b2b2; " class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" id="ieooui" data-original-id="ieooui" /> <style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">Hebrews 11:24</div><div class="MsoNormal">“By faith Moses when he had grown up, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh’s daughter, 25. choosing rather to endure ill-treatment with the people of God than to enjoy the passing pleasures of sin, 26. considering the reproach of Christ greater riches than the treasures of Egypt; for He was looking to the reward. 27. By faith he left Egypt not fearing.. for he endured, as seeing Him who is unseen.” </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</style> <![endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">Who am I? Where do I come from? How have I hidden parts of myself ‘to enjoy the passing pleasures of sin.’? The list is deep and long. My reproach was tucked away, hidden by space and time. No longer—Christ has greater riches.<span> </span>He alone is worthy.<span> </span>In the beginning, He was dragging me out of Egypt.<span> </span>Now, I am crawling.<span> </span>Lord, help me stand and walk boldly—with no fear—by keeping my eyes on You…for Your glory.</span>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-34043090859174161102010-11-10T12:51:00.001-06:002010-11-10T13:15:08.689-06:00Swimming in GraceDoes the Lord use visual images to show me things because I am a visual person? Or am I a visual person because the Lord speaks to me so often in visions? Hmm.. Whichever the case, it happens often: His truths come to me in mental pictures rather than in words. I saw us, believers...<br />
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While we were lost, we were still of the fallen world (on dry, parched ground..with our worldly thoughts and desires). Once we are in Christ, we are plunged into His grace. Like the ocean, it covers us and all our sin (perfectly symbolized in baptism). Some plunge deeper than others and at differing times of their walk when needed (to be covered or enveloped more by His grace).<br />
The problem is, for a lot of us, we don't know we are there..in that ocean of grace. We still see ourselves on that dry land--with the illusion of control, without true forgiveness--given or received, and some of us, this is where I was, until recently, have realized where we are.<br />
We know of the grace that surrounds us, but thrash around like drowning people in the water for survival, grasping for a life-line...we have a need--a real one or a perceived one--and have not allowed Him to meet it. It reminds me of watching Jackson, my now four-year-old, in the pool when he was younger. Before he learned how to swim, he would panic if I took my hands off of him even in just a couple of feet of water. I would try to explain that he could stand, but he couldn't hear me over his fear. This was me. I couldn't see this until I allowed the Lord to fill this place in my heart, rather than 'grasping' for something that would never measure up. When He showed me this He also said: "I have met the need, now I will heal the wound. Tell others. Comfort them. Serve them."<br />
You can walk on this water if you would just trust Him enough to put your feet down. <br />
In Christ.Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-28126989754528578122010-11-02T19:10:00.005-06:002010-11-02T19:57:35.534-06:00Little Miracles"Umm..Were you on fertility medication?"asked the sonographer. "No!?" Jason and I both replied in unison.. "Well, um..err..there are um <em>two</em> in here.." "WHAT?!?!"...Thank goodness Jason was holding Jackson (13 months at the time) or he may have passed out ;) ...and that is how monkey A (Will) and monkey B (John Wesley) made their debut into our lives. They will be turning three next <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8xh_71gYvN9RhvBgA8w2RvWvJ4v7Nf7BarduXrB91_PnqviFcSc7AdDLKNDrci1WAj3n9LiCkTzZb54pgcZP_WOL95YDb2ealPAJLLT2-BI6AcuwyiQIGJlJm-WOnWKcbWj5tNMpCvdsL/s1600/IMG_2695ed.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8xh_71gYvN9RhvBgA8w2RvWvJ4v7Nf7BarduXrB91_PnqviFcSc7AdDLKNDrci1WAj3n9LiCkTzZb54pgcZP_WOL95YDb2ealPAJLLT2-BI6AcuwyiQIGJlJm-WOnWKcbWj5tNMpCvdsL/s320/IMG_2695ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535132899643246130" border="0" /></a>week... little miracles. Identical twins--3 out of 1000 conceptions were their odds--and they made it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8xh_71gYvN9RhvBgA8w2RvWvJ4v7Nf7BarduXrB91_PnqviFcSc7AdDLKNDrci1WAj3n9LiCkTzZb54pgcZP_WOL95YDb2ealPAJLLT2-BI6AcuwyiQIGJlJm-WOnWKcbWj5tNMpCvdsL/s1600/IMG_2695ed.JPG"></a><p>Through my own personal journey, the Lord has blessed me with a unique heart and adoration for children, and the awareness that they truly are one of His greatest rewards...if you know my story.. a miracle.</p><p>"Behold, children are a gift of the LORD, The fruit of the womb is a reward." Psalm 127:3<br /></p><p>He used the passion and love in my heart to cover any fear or anxiety over what was to come. Our little miracles were born 7 weeks early and had to live in the NICU for a month. For the duration of that month we were covered by our unbelievable church family with prayer a<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbcsN7EVjDatvP1mWu8WvwWmMwOgaq_Y_N1K3LmFrVsBEDkTmvE2i4BLDGjmOeSzaz-s2_KrPvdBB2MqmW2eLI9eGJwwSpfjVNTfcWx1EaJUA9cU9kiqSBUSCcx_YxP36bx8NLprVB3o7/s1600/IMG_2693.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbcsN7EVjDatvP1mWu8WvwWmMwOgaq_Y_N1K3LmFrVsBEDkTmvE2i4BLDGjmOeSzaz-s2_KrPvdBB2MqmW2eLI9eGJwwSpfjVNTfcWx1EaJUA9cU9kiqSBUSCcx_YxP36bx8NLprVB3o7/s320/IMG_2693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535133649054221618" border="0" /></a>nd support. Leaving our babies--either one at home or two at the hospital--was very difficult. Our Father used that time to teach me patience, thankfulness for trials, and how to mother..REALLY mother my children. To go beyond myself to advocate for what is in their best interest...whether it hurts them,hurts me, makes me uncomfortable, or embarrasses me.. it took three babies for me to understand that fully...a miracle.</p><p>Jason and I came across the picture below last night. We talked about how it is a perfect example of the Lord's power and presence and His grace and peace during that time... The twins are two months, still on apnea monitors (you can see the wires), and five lbs each...Jackson is 21 months...We were so thankful and so at peace. There was no fear. Only joy. I look back at this picture now and think "How was I not afraid or overwhelmed?"...a miracle.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGOq5YDYq2sLBXvMxIXFEDrCPfenNWv-Yhg40u3Kes23jL-0Z4BFLu4iBZ7P7HJ3CM10SiKdQWhqaQ73Aw7ZITsBR6OqKr9UrloO4Z_rJgeT7xD9VPh7N7ZTJEOYnpbe7MGsRChhct4BWA/s1600/IMG_2968ed.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGOq5YDYq2sLBXvMxIXFEDrCPfenNWv-Yhg40u3Kes23jL-0Z4BFLu4iBZ7P7HJ3CM10SiKdQWhqaQ73Aw7ZITsBR6OqKr9UrloO4Z_rJgeT7xD9VPh7N7ZTJEOYnpbe7MGsRChhct4BWA/s400/IMG_2968ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535134275294740290" border="0" /></a></p><p>Philippians 4:6"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. 8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable -- if anything is excellent or praiseworthy -- think about such things. 9 Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me -- put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you."</p>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-22526880035630707832008-03-14T05:13:00.008-06:002008-03-14T05:39:26.284-06:00Jackson's Birthday Party!!<div style="text-align: center;">Here are a few pictures from Jackson's birthday party at Pump it Up. This is the best place to have a toddler's birthday party! Jackson had SO much fun-- even though a bunch of his little friends weren't able to come--but that's what Momma gets for throwing a birthday party at the height of the worst cold and flu season in years!! :) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-X2MgJZap-oL6Fk40RWJpQmTOlXSeGFRHRJZE3t1a4btbNmj_D8KWFLtRjGkvHJSIR-4WjTnEAwm_JRGB_HrSi1KWwStcnz3n4nmeGC3EkR7lvCA9SfvFXQa545_HNeXkU2H9iHmGmoQ/s1600-h/IMG_3143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-X2MgJZap-oL6Fk40RWJpQmTOlXSeGFRHRJZE3t1a4btbNmj_D8KWFLtRjGkvHJSIR-4WjTnEAwm_JRGB_HrSi1KWwStcnz3n4nmeGC3EkR7lvCA9SfvFXQa545_HNeXkU2H9iHmGmoQ/s320/IMG_3143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177554271382261346" border="0" /></a> We ordered his cake from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Dreamcakes</span> (on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lakeland</span> at the Reservoir). They are awesome...It was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">SOOO</span> good and adorable too! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDDMhzJDMfnqJwfL6QiNGq1ZpZ8UFFJuT4eH3iCFd_DrqhYzdbwIP_xjR5rIsFAB57ffANA6Th54qyigSct6hYAhn19UVlt2cGIX0sNvSkHIfRpVQvTLHn44fgw-OZ6eJaRooIxg73lWaj/s1600-h/IMG_3156.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDDMhzJDMfnqJwfL6QiNGq1ZpZ8UFFJuT4eH3iCFd_DrqhYzdbwIP_xjR5rIsFAB57ffANA6Th54qyigSct6hYAhn19UVlt2cGIX0sNvSkHIfRpVQvTLHn44fgw-OZ6eJaRooIxg73lWaj/s320/IMG_3156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177554773893434994" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1dY9x2c6IsKrNdit1TOcnme4EWK_pmqww77DGE4ut4WFtA6SJASUDfP-9Zf5GTDvkw1MVgoixfApd7fwxXOcJxD1dJcz3TxIAco7-6d-BhAQwlydfMjHE6PeaOKypzxjJJ9CtgcgkxOm/s1600-h/IMG_3160.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1dY9x2c6IsKrNdit1TOcnme4EWK_pmqww77DGE4ut4WFtA6SJASUDfP-9Zf5GTDvkw1MVgoixfApd7fwxXOcJxD1dJcz3TxIAco7-6d-BhAQwlydfMjHE6PeaOKypzxjJJ9CtgcgkxOm/s320/IMG_3160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177555473973104290" border="0" /></a> I think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Jace</span> liked his piece! :) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFhxFq6C882mjsY-b8KnIIBA5Kqp4MUWAYBJ5nNMcfJaAYzBXTmGzNmwc2TZOzSIonbwBgM0K-HFXeNUXZ6nwbsvGDtqS7dU3S49xLtAp4zQSFxDU1y13jC0P7lohExeLoW4-yjnTb4Q-/s1600-h/IMG_3162.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFhxFq6C882mjsY-b8KnIIBA5Kqp4MUWAYBJ5nNMcfJaAYzBXTmGzNmwc2TZOzSIonbwBgM0K-HFXeNUXZ6nwbsvGDtqS7dU3S49xLtAp4zQSFxDU1y13jC0P7lohExeLoW4-yjnTb4Q-/s320/IMG_3162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177555276404608658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YgtN-O1Vt_tu5TfJCOlLC3zipHrGw0cdyXydFSfVjpeyAJZizBzeg-CulsnggpwfdLEbAxLfPeQso9SzxHYyHREToLuMH8bm6cECw-czTUcHhMizaY_nvQTHAWGZJIMXve9-bLJdhyphenhyphenJx/s1600-h/IMG_3158.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YgtN-O1Vt_tu5TfJCOlLC3zipHrGw0cdyXydFSfVjpeyAJZizBzeg-CulsnggpwfdLEbAxLfPeQso9SzxHYyHREToLuMH8bm6cECw-czTUcHhMizaY_nvQTHAWGZJIMXve9-bLJdhyphenhyphenJx/s320/IMG_3158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177555744556043954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLwA2rkzvfZPP-r8Xx6R4pV0xpT2WL2arpEVKhWipw6x1PQPXKb3LW_tCkQWnX4lu_lsEQeu7G9PHyWI3pqo9VHB8oyuUseFqjXJwL0X0zc4U1FTV-6AkDmT_giA1ERTAvGI3PjC_iuqZ/s1600-h/IMG_3165.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLwA2rkzvfZPP-r8Xx6R4pV0xpT2WL2arpEVKhWipw6x1PQPXKb3LW_tCkQWnX4lu_lsEQeu7G9PHyWI3pqo9VHB8oyuUseFqjXJwL0X0zc4U1FTV-6AkDmT_giA1ERTAvGI3PjC_iuqZ/s320/IMG_3165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177555074541145730" border="0" /></a> Happy Birthday Sweet Baby!!! I can't believe another year has gone by...<br /></div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-40081512404784095342008-02-19T07:15:00.011-06:002008-02-20T05:44:31.663-06:00Happy Birthday Jack-Jack!!!<div style="text-align: center;">Our big boy is two, and he will tell you so! "I twooooo!" It has been a really big year for our Jack-Jack. He has grown SO much!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Good morning Birthday Boy!! The first thing he said when we walked in his room was "kace?!" (also known as cake)... He knew his birthday was here and that means birthday cake! Ha! I always wonder what little ones dream about, and I bet "kace" filled his dreams that night! :) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6MmEXv6NAAWXIEmijXGNh629hssokbjUlCpfORU8j3xnmjB4mTn2f4AX6dIUejg2OAA6q7jrWp2hNjxgPV663FpTRgWcLoVDjVAEwqLrGqv7gm2mlWDxcFe4bdLBCS3ms2zBP8m1BCDte/s1600-h/IMG_3075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6MmEXv6NAAWXIEmijXGNh629hssokbjUlCpfORU8j3xnmjB4mTn2f4AX6dIUejg2OAA6q7jrWp2hNjxgPV663FpTRgWcLoVDjVAEwqLrGqv7gm2mlWDxcFe4bdLBCS3ms2zBP8m1BCDte/s320/IMG_3075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168679964251490818" border="0" /></a> We celebrated the whole day long. We took him for his traditional Saturday morning breakfast.. "do dos" (doughnuts) and "juice" (chocolate milk).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUO2kJzFss_Z3m_PTdEMOBO4MQaKzqDjMZlQNJM9EirZnXW49CFK_gAHe6Kj1Sb8nfe6xsjKAWNY-0VtqxiobJcNrAH1HYf1eqoiXDGUfoBHEFufazspagH78CxWShyGE7Q_hIZy-9YdJp/s1600-h/IMG_3082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUO2kJzFss_Z3m_PTdEMOBO4MQaKzqDjMZlQNJM9EirZnXW49CFK_gAHe6Kj1Sb8nfe6xsjKAWNY-0VtqxiobJcNrAH1HYf1eqoiXDGUfoBHEFufazspagH78CxWShyGE7Q_hIZy-9YdJp/s320/IMG_3082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168681901281741378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ltaITgddPPH1e9w37gTT8_goIMGrevVPIGZYiIj9TFzvfRwO5CEmfXtmu1TSyW_Vj-tuMVDJg9lKrhOp_uPrszd-PItjQEwIOqAvCetzSwrL6ZuFjyaCmajBrPKvrDSz3s6R1cjE-hfx/s1600-h/IMG_3085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ltaITgddPPH1e9w37gTT8_goIMGrevVPIGZYiIj9TFzvfRwO5CEmfXtmu1TSyW_Vj-tuMVDJg9lKrhOp_uPrszd-PItjQEwIOqAvCetzSwrL6ZuFjyaCmajBrPKvrDSz3s6R1cjE-hfx/s320/IMG_3085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168682094555269714" border="0" /></a> Then we gave him one of his birthday presents...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyt3QA0WiTXzEb0Y-No3i4-Tj7J4eJZyoITXydO4JjnQhwNydGbElmIdZnv_PC6dbz_-3dYNWyCOWvEWrR4D37QJ9iSwXz4NPIOhw7qJRgypsZEv4NVU3fpuWAQXezj9-K0jvwAofR4NJ/s1600-h/IMG_3079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyt3QA0WiTXzEb0Y-No3i4-Tj7J4eJZyoITXydO4JjnQhwNydGbElmIdZnv_PC6dbz_-3dYNWyCOWvEWrR4D37QJ9iSwXz4NPIOhw7qJRgypsZEv4NVU3fpuWAQXezj9-K0jvwAofR4NJ/s320/IMG_3079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168681175432268306" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmbouwS2A0-CaDT6GahbdJx9h3fccpFxWzitTK9QEdjD5OvLYOBa74ggtHB2QR1apWIo9yWs37VeNZnN3DDJJZ02HuS4c7quRdHKXbDqfDwHeWM460gIy1JZZW5yEOI43yaD0em-_B3Mk/s1600-h/IMG_3080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmbouwS2A0-CaDT6GahbdJx9h3fccpFxWzitTK9QEdjD5OvLYOBa74ggtHB2QR1apWIo9yWs37VeNZnN3DDJJZ02HuS4c7quRdHKXbDqfDwHeWM460gIy1JZZW5yEOI43yaD0em-_B3Mk/s320/IMG_3080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168681415950436898" border="0" /></a>....He really likes it, but it is too small for him... Just means he gets a new gift, and we'll save this for Will and John Wesley.<br /><br />We all met at Sal & Mookie's for pizza, cake and more presents... Mimi, Grandad and Uncle Terry kept the babies happy so we could pay extra attention to Jack on his big day. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWAkwz64rq58Ky-PjZcBxXGNmE3-n7jU2dvgzskHS9yeM1hYwmxLBo82CuAoKDS6Zi9wbgpSYfNjRly5XHwhBswCACPA-xc5RKDcD0sdSBTEgHV_pvExPsDu6kCJZWPvz_Yp9gQ1adzf68/s1600-h/IMG_3091.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWAkwz64rq58Ky-PjZcBxXGNmE3-n7jU2dvgzskHS9yeM1hYwmxLBo82CuAoKDS6Zi9wbgpSYfNjRly5XHwhBswCACPA-xc5RKDcD0sdSBTEgHV_pvExPsDu6kCJZWPvz_Yp9gQ1adzf68/s320/IMG_3091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169018996084935362" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmXggW2p_exhWJm03zISPD9ktB3o05VpEz77PRoOiyMzcHVwAPnXq6JFHoCIi8lTtY6uhURcRgHvy6KOc9DSMr-_CXGDMAQ7NJkhkdB7aNUHxGllCI2U65odxXgy1U34gygNAyCLJVwuk/s1600-h/IMG_3093.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmXggW2p_exhWJm03zISPD9ktB3o05VpEz77PRoOiyMzcHVwAPnXq6JFHoCIi8lTtY6uhURcRgHvy6KOc9DSMr-_CXGDMAQ7NJkhkdB7aNUHxGllCI2U65odxXgy1U34gygNAyCLJVwuk/s320/IMG_3093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169024308959480530" border="0" />Yummmmy Pizza!!</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvh3sW22HfPNXJdRGtk5vPzWIGLd3VSYjUuHwLngJPYSaXDUAW1kvLq4yyXJZvNDvJQ209sQwR4CVLKVDVnHi9IqtEw-AnAZ3GilFWFJSoa5il88kzfnXsGwDyslgAIor3buaHs1x4XtEH/s1600-h/IMG_3087.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvh3sW22HfPNXJdRGtk5vPzWIGLd3VSYjUuHwLngJPYSaXDUAW1kvLq4yyXJZvNDvJQ209sQwR4CVLKVDVnHi9IqtEw-AnAZ3GilFWFJSoa5il88kzfnXsGwDyslgAIor3buaHs1x4XtEH/s320/IMG_3087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168682820404742770" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3zTXVg5mvJ-1Jg8pwl8Ut4hetH_JJZVqaQVptbY1FeTLY18QiRX0dUNLgEc1qZa82yQ_cVFW1m6D2HrbOc0PiwhKYucHySI70vnAX1KJDPc2ILW-5cFUTi41HR9a5_GSunu1iHo2lTAb/s1600-h/IMG_3086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3zTXVg5mvJ-1Jg8pwl8Ut4hetH_JJZVqaQVptbY1FeTLY18QiRX0dUNLgEc1qZa82yQ_cVFW1m6D2HrbOc0PiwhKYucHySI70vnAX1KJDPc2ILW-5cFUTi41HR9a5_GSunu1iHo2lTAb/s320/IMG_3086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168682455332522594" border="0" /></a>Jackson loved the cake I made him! I was proud. I tried to combine his two favorite things: cake and m&ms...He loved it! He wanted to eat the m&ms off of everyone's piece. :) This serious look on his face kills me...looks like, "don't even think about touching my "kace"." :) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWXtBxo8Eq425gVrM1iCqrn5gOr7e_oOAQnncw7d7gxFaZRcGEs1eIwf86r3Q5-_9EcoZt-sz9SG5PTrtOezoDD_FauxMk8gGDA7PSbbn0OEODElgkgSiZv5OmH1NaGPSTUHgzczC2Bj-d/s1600-h/IMG_3089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWXtBxo8Eq425gVrM1iCqrn5gOr7e_oOAQnncw7d7gxFaZRcGEs1eIwf86r3Q5-_9EcoZt-sz9SG5PTrtOezoDD_FauxMk8gGDA7PSbbn0OEODElgkgSiZv5OmH1NaGPSTUHgzczC2Bj-d/s320/IMG_3089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169017531501087394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3vhrsL5itavLdKqANz0Ufsx8INHrP0hiEbnXMay8qq-7d42yIxs4SGbG982YZn1juoXEFrLu9wjMbX_dN80xOoktOCHoDiUxBpo9_KFuqhRsmzWrknshxaa-AN5TowiwUXDmtToP-KHj/s1600-h/IMG_3092.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3vhrsL5itavLdKqANz0Ufsx8INHrP0hiEbnXMay8qq-7d42yIxs4SGbG982YZn1juoXEFrLu9wjMbX_dN80xOoktOCHoDiUxBpo9_KFuqhRsmzWrknshxaa-AN5TowiwUXDmtToP-KHj/s320/IMG_3092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169018128501541554" border="0" /></a></div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-33552664110449259852008-02-15T06:35:00.000-06:002008-02-16T07:23:22.401-06:00Some Recent Pics...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bqWHViVG0tctbwtTe2oLxeW2PqXWjbRcnLni1U0kuZihZcoWhOSUTqebQOc_bmsdoaOgG78VlxMAPiw8t6iq5cLIeSCn8gXSE1E42Mv5seA10JI2eVfRImO8yYa76tHNwZrIA7wnaA07/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG">Bathtime!!</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bqWHViVG0tctbwtTe2oLxeW2PqXWjbRcnLni1U0kuZihZcoWhOSUTqebQOc_bmsdoaOgG78VlxMAPiw8t6iq5cLIeSCn8gXSE1E42Mv5seA10JI2eVfRImO8yYa76tHNwZrIA7wnaA07/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCCogDRsXd4Qsti6dKkQYCubPUBuIljtMg54MxAe0O30wCmg6aPEDaWnx0nCZjIGKl6Ng-szuW7qnRogXUHdIexV415ZU083QIADxiLHgxrnev_zkKTnK3RoZu9O0nspRXJbflkLE7-Ny/s320/IMG_3048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167564088798316978" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bqWHViVG0tctbwtTe2oLxeW2PqXWjbRcnLni1U0kuZihZcoWhOSUTqebQOc_bmsdoaOgG78VlxMAPiw8t6iq5cLIeSCn8gXSE1E42Mv5seA10JI2eVfRImO8yYa76tHNwZrIA7wnaA07/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"> Then I saw this...</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcsS_oY3K64iF-iktP3Yb1RVPxTXPHDvb7FDDbehMeOAYmLTtOuk9JNAtUw-eJhSacG66bTNWrV4uU7Sut3FwebkGdzW-UzXAdSoiGqDS6Y8T_aCDK1MFUKvmqPumrn5vuo-a-YepkFPh/s1600-h/IMG_3044.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcsS_oY3K64iF-iktP3Yb1RVPxTXPHDvb7FDDbehMeOAYmLTtOuk9JNAtUw-eJhSacG66bTNWrV4uU7Sut3FwebkGdzW-UzXAdSoiGqDS6Y8T_aCDK1MFUKvmqPumrn5vuo-a-YepkFPh/s320/IMG_3044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167564479640340930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bqWHViVG0tctbwtTe2oLxeW2PqXWjbRcnLni1U0kuZihZcoWhOSUTqebQOc_bmsdoaOgG78VlxMAPiw8t6iq5cLIeSCn8gXSE1E42Mv5seA10JI2eVfRImO8yYa76tHNwZrIA7wnaA07/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG">Only 20 months difference in age...amazing...</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigccpoGCsmeYIkb6aaIVPwlumweCGjFF1JHStDOahaENKDOcBAgKXeQv1OV8IcQpTpeI-PGBd8olUydrN-j9zAsJFsqzKnwwCq1jeGwEYMp-Z8e7ycZkCMB1hcvDC8RDh2pjz8dstCYnjO/s1600-h/IMG_3045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8llR2r1GLyHeslXsn01WNPYn99FxoRYFTRHrgHRNlbOB6j6_izn7gXI-Yzwd6U9pMVYMsPEiB3e-EF1hQ_UGp-2vjBtu-kiSSoqDy_sxrI8e5hZ_xo_xpFdYlsrRN304bmt54xKT78Up/s320/IMG_3020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167562190422772114" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bqWHViVG0tctbwtTe2oLxeW2PqXWjbRcnLni1U0kuZihZcoWhOSUTqebQOc_bmsdoaOgG78VlxMAPiw8t6iq5cLIeSCn8gXSE1E42Mv5seA10JI2eVfRImO8yYa76tHNwZrIA7wnaA07/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"> Playtime!! Can you guess who is who??</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bqWHViVG0tctbwtTe2oLxeW2PqXWjbRcnLni1U0kuZihZcoWhOSUTqebQOc_bmsdoaOgG78VlxMAPiw8t6iq5cLIeSCn8gXSE1E42Mv5seA10JI2eVfRImO8yYa76tHNwZrIA7wnaA07/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"> Will is on the right and John Wesley is on the left...</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYfwRkbqT5nl5GvOK-X5eKnLNWfy1pcZhIpgrdR1RrxZwG2N2PMJ3sBmpKCHd2_DRNEIKZGOT5HOgHp8Q0sDEY-Z7DrNYstQcl8sgzKBLWO9MH7Xls-MyK30UcYvJBaIiP9Pi8ifo1GwP/s1600-h/IMG_3067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYfwRkbqT5nl5GvOK-X5eKnLNWfy1pcZhIpgrdR1RrxZwG2N2PMJ3sBmpKCHd2_DRNEIKZGOT5HOgHp8Q0sDEY-Z7DrNYstQcl8sgzKBLWO9MH7Xls-MyK30UcYvJBaIiP9Pi8ifo1GwP/s320/IMG_3067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167565471777786354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bqWHViVG0tctbwtTe2oLxeW2PqXWjbRcnLni1U0kuZihZcoWhOSUTqebQOc_bmsdoaOgG78VlxMAPiw8t6iq5cLIeSCn8gXSE1E42Mv5seA10JI2eVfRImO8yYa76tHNwZrIA7wnaA07/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"> Jack-Jack and Daddy... </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOx6GLuywS9QP4RF5M3_Giyxt_jLOQgJuM7qfYUv9ZkJxQv9beLcb638t9aqoVzkdEK6xAukreqbrHJN-WtrDPM1BlU9JzLRB_gG0vu-k0x_Oea4x6chETknoogpAgCbMs5R95s1-y9-D9/s1600-h/IMG_3008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOx6GLuywS9QP4RF5M3_Giyxt_jLOQgJuM7qfYUv9ZkJxQv9beLcb638t9aqoVzkdEK6xAukreqbrHJN-WtrDPM1BlU9JzLRB_gG0vu-k0x_Oea4x6chETknoogpAgCbMs5R95s1-y9-D9/s320/IMG_3008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167559244075207042" border="0" /></a></div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-79361981709644582242008-02-08T07:12:00.000-06:002008-02-08T07:25:29.488-06:00Jackson's First Haircut<div style="text-align: center;">After much ridicule from friends and family, we finally decided to take Jackson for his first haircut. Mimi was on hand to help out, but Momma and Jack still both cried. After all was said and done, Jackson's hair looks much better--no more frizzy mullet. :) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzpdj2toxZYEO9H_pTLrFyvu_SnKhPKXDapOGFcD-zeKzw5nIIK-NparkVfI3lRs8rBJQ3hbsVe25GeIc-40BdexVB8aqIXEc_WEilRh9Vopa3aN8ra_xYKloaqo316efFK0vkYUm7963W/s1600-h/IMG_3030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzpdj2toxZYEO9H_pTLrFyvu_SnKhPKXDapOGFcD-zeKzw5nIIK-NparkVfI3lRs8rBJQ3hbsVe25GeIc-40BdexVB8aqIXEc_WEilRh9Vopa3aN8ra_xYKloaqo316efFK0vkYUm7963W/s320/IMG_3030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164598533881999074" border="0" /></a>Lyle Klepplid has been doing my hair for 10 years. He is wonderful and very patient. So, I knew he would be great with Jackson...Jack was not as confident as I was though... :) He was not too sure about him...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovpMYn-AzpPvKCp0UqC_QVpf-4y8Jkb_azjGy8vzvhFyXBCMtfs3GJ3RktQOKy7msXMYguYpFqwAJbVyXu91eb0mp02vcXaMqTkv6rghe-C3XoIKYJCga2PFxeEOz1MZcUd8zjy2YCxEI/s1600-h/IMG_3031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovpMYn-AzpPvKCp0UqC_QVpf-4y8Jkb_azjGy8vzvhFyXBCMtfs3GJ3RktQOKy7msXMYguYpFqwAJbVyXu91eb0mp02vcXaMqTkv6rghe-C3XoIKYJCga2PFxeEOz1MZcUd8zjy2YCxEI/s320/IMG_3031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164598800169971442" border="0" /></a>Tadaa!!<br /></div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-74281123780553728082008-01-02T07:39:00.000-06:002008-01-02T08:12:12.688-06:00And Yet Another Quick Update... :)<div align="center">Surely you can tell (since I have not posted in so long) that we were SO BLESSED to be able to bring our sweet boys home!! Will and John Wesley came home with us on December 5th, and let me just say...life is CRAZYYYY with three baby boys!!! Oh, but I am certainly NOT complaining! I cannot begin to express just how thankful we are that they are home with us (and healthy!!!). Here are just a couple of quick pictures of homecoming day....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150876090007949682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIxEji8lc5ibqF05sF-eeeQUQrCc8XcYn1QgVkO_ChSxtHoB0xPgvfTvSnAArMmyDjEugPPt6o6vs9tpo0etjDTE3I8grBl13HRp1Og9XM3mbt758OAt41T0Mw17Pb3Gj1B2xsIYvXBeYw/s320/IMG_2823.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150875733525664098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUk8fhPaEgMl8UMq7s1mR6VfnUOYuEReVAEDm2H40HDBhjihBj9W8wNgMVtUNwYYKAzPao9bxVwHLukvz5g42iUxCRN_dfUbqzRHuHq7AH89WqBn7ygcjK2V5STM_mEKouLoor39DV7AEm/s320/IMG_2822.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150876596814090626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5Z9qfkwtfRjTzAretV_zq2kUiDa2Z3Vp4XSX9DAU7HGY8FmeVgxVrWYZRWwxZGVzoZkR89jyf8x-zrwmzADvzD7285Yfp4TZvVLwNWRRpoc3pnDbOzzV0kqAPBcL6XJ9774xpKX3-knP/s320/IMG_2826.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div> </div><div align="center">Jackson is doing so well. He gets a little upset about sharing "Mama" and "Dadee," especially when there is not a lap for him, but he LOVES "his babies." He gives them kisses and hugs, and even shares his beloved "night, night" (his blankie) with them. Such a sweet big brother already!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150879105074991538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigbjrrw6No-Fu-CkwpCzC8s3LLfsjs3Z3wut1yHyNiSC6M_JBz-1hVyHWNqaLSsOxNzricP_n7jzldrNk59WAQWQYgwCdT_-cF6jHOE01Hyxyjieg8UmH_C6osfcvYC1gEoy483-7ekL3q/s320/IMG_2838.JPG" border="0" /> Can you tell who is who??? If so, you get the prize...cause even we have trouble sometimes. I (literally) prayed for a birthmark, and God gave us one thankfully. Will has a "strawberry" on his back. Helps us out in a pinch... :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150877700620685730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQI7vNplLh3Z6chc1XjTfYqcJHyj-euBtUv1Rv2SK_srGBb-TUJW1H4Z4UFbW_4SeXSAKzfIZNSTlaf-5Tb7xW5vOtTqhofmbMuT5D4nUACXX-PJUfxtRhUz5zaWl7b50SZfgNnkYjbm_J/s320/IMG_2835.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /></div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-9556230198484496002007-11-27T11:53:00.000-06:002007-11-27T15:16:07.744-06:00Quick Update...<div align="center">Check out these hungry little boys!!!!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzKZGbxg-0qJz2lGvftWWiNCSdZNf7jrbKaTZnYz74LddZ7cPR7mcFH01Ly8_-e-agN-zxedBE4pZXYg1Vp6Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p align="center">Our sweet babies are all doing well. We were able to take out Will and John Wesley's feeding tubes yesterday, and they are moving to big boy beds (cribs) today or tomorrow!! Their doctors are saying if all goes well, we should be able to bring them home early next week!!! YEAH!!! Praise God!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137629622324865474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiueLCYk7dWgOB-ssY1-kR6qvCLaMqZj94TEshPFz33Y_oUBFLhPz5shiDo0PwpgvFBMeqYKjfs49_p0giDPohkeeLSHiPHyVdt2-pOYWsBeP_VTk_KzjJfcvG6ulhNdq_sVk0WnXKr9-Rc/s320/IMG_2742ed.JPG" border="0" /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137583567390550434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSLHhGAfrzmsrr7ZZBIwLyh6yeqaU1GnPmCDXx1203qYMdrCu9TaEBt84P0tvFSfPO2LIEW_ajP_wjxK983mH1FkCh6_DcyXACDi3aDJ_tIcuwHein0g0gnicijFCpOm8L7S-eh_ylsIJ5/s320/IMG_2770.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Jackson is a mess!! He has no idea what is in store for him!!! We can not wait to introduce him to his little brothers. :) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137630996714400210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQXXDF58tnNeZvDa2p_Fc3c073PlDl4_C2JIfmrfYFQPbVlxLViD5g6kh7e5bkcaTT558MMCkKR_59X60qOJZPOTUsQ_dogLO5njhWTdteBg2UGmsBlLHb7IQJ04BHPKIvOS2biIhyphenhyphenm2pY/s320/IMG_2744ed.JPG" border="0" />This picture of Jackson is hanging up in the twins' incubator...Big brother is watching over them... :) </div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-35724775869131212962007-11-16T08:51:00.000-06:002007-11-16T22:32:41.567-06:00Happy Halloween (Muahahahaha)!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133451929110882626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8koksSlDsKxpsVmSodB3uiNeD3zNZsc3ZlWUmbUmsNlQlDLNRtIIHb6fIHR9gUp_JGjy37f7SeD0v3dmn2JZdzHuRM93z2s_s4I78UthDqwhsLtDgI2VAJIjz9xejlPhKBNqllfjfgpiA/s320/IMG_2626ed.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><div align="center">I am sooo late with this, but I had to post some pics of our Scruffy Puppy!! Jackson was SO adorable! His costume had a button on the paw that barked when you pushed it!! He LOVED it--said "Puppy, Puppy, Puppy!!" all night long!! :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133453196126234978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhASUqKGJdAGc0VHCC3jeewezMhMGWpXy2KAL-5RpHcJqrBCCw9oGo2DW1utrQe87J2NWQK9SC1ie9tHl5ndTWWWKEFX40JCuewnaDHLVfGY3GCxytGLYBE2t2aidJFG3k4PeTrnofK95KI/s320/IMG_2631.JPG" border="0" />At first Jackson was giving the obligatory "taint too" (thank you) when someone gave him a treat. Then, after he figured out what was going on, and what these wonderful people were putting in his candy bucket, he started giving kisses...Lots of kisses!! :) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133452745154668882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0ugM3Wg18BKVlc8_urtRG9nQlnsv1rhRqBWGvPETkfYRDTqXcP9V66ni-rYlQ-Rqj4fk5G79CE7wsFx4qUzLZHouMPMyOsDmB5nw8u4GJT196z_Giam_4iqPGkKmOw48EFpsvnWZjc5p/s320/IMG_2629.JPG" border="0" />Grandad drove us around our block while we all three sat on the tailgate of our car (I was still on bedrest at the time...). I walked Jackson to this one door...I promise...couldn't let Daddy have ALL the fun! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133453702932375922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7nQ62Wgs_riJr1hegEtTaGQ1UCSWcVMBpc7deO3ajgg2TQAOCdqUgi9fUUtWDFBK-b8GpRcZPdhnXV0WWsz3TmC_A1jvFmNtLp8MMVxt9GsriVBZpfAuJEJiVbBm8C3sv7qmq3bq4rsV/s320/IMG_2643ed.JPG" border="0" />Scruffy puppies LOVE chocolate chip cookies!!! :) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133454222623418754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdxBrUTQUppQiH9PZkOEGj6d11Ancrc-SA7iKPxSFbh95GlrFlTSMDWsz_ewDJmjiV6tXmhgiAiP1HF8RkKZJgzzdquipj9mwBYlZa9dHtI-LU93PpjxgGyjUD7_3W-hK_u1RL8-hqyJP4/s320/IMG_2622.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-17421495506959348202007-10-03T20:29:00.001-05:002007-10-03T22:38:37.438-05:00Bed Rest is NO Fun!!! (and some other recent stuff...)<div align="center">The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">beginning</span> of Fall is my VERY, VERY favorite time of the year! I love it!!! The beautiful colors in the trees, the perfectly cool mornings, the fair, football games... I know missing all this is a very small price to pay for the health of these sweet babies...Please remind me of that when I start feeling too sorry for myself. :) </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">My sweet husband has been taking lots of pictures lately for me of things I haven't been able to go to. Makes me kind of feel like I was there :) ...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">One of my MOST favorite little guys just turned two!!! This was a very special day--his first birthday party at home!!!! YEAH!!! Happy Birthday Sweet Evan!!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117301606583286034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4eOF-p4w7zQX2nWn7U5hyphenhyphen76CVoo15-ZG6e372nwAbQkMEwwkzMuYLDVGMvsh1x8TSWxExKt87Zt11jo4QN7yHynXEiqeVdfNSKCBpHCWKIGg8pOknuX-UcQT7v7Ixntw_Ty28s-Y6vbhz/s320/IMG_2581.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117302435511974194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvlHMOyFLr9KN2HM0TM36mUMT93RTeqo832XIX-jwfEMf2-fYHU85nTCE4uC8KJvcNl5n_MN9QJyIC5D_R_hI4kWvpMS6-AduMyyY3QcPCJK_HbEr3iC82uaC_8lcy3uZGKC-8rZMcSSy8/s320/IMG_2575.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117301997425309986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOIhyDMmbiK2wOXzhVvD8q0tygMuc_Qcl0U3K4cJsiJNIEtx0w4poLv0rP_6CqxnZjkQIrm8ufxOq49G82XjEqJ4R6SkTfAOXzf7jjvM_VIOOgZgmRxVGfsVv0IsoHoi6A5BXSlQZf5tD/s320/IMG_2582.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br />Jason's partners from work threw us a beautiful dinner party/baby shower... I hated that I couldn't be there. Jason said everything was so nice and the food was terrific!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117303157066479954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpxcrAqEKvyFQGoj5JPyUgNBbqfwqb2OjM72CMvGPKmnG-btsMhbB4LhMSJ6DUlqT_n-Ar12xYuu2-YGd7aL-X5NYt3L1CHjcJ3FlxiImP8j9fgVwiLPxbZLJrk4KSCGWJ0Bftk05txkc/s320/IMG_2584.JPG" border="0" />Stephen Bryant, Brian <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Averett</span>, Jason, Matt Word, Jacob Ray, Melanie Bryant, Dayna (soon-to-be) Word, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tynia</span> Russell, Heather Ray<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Miss Avery turned 3!! Check out those beautiful <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">blonde</span> curls!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117300227898783970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNA2_CgtloHOGbTc6sJ9HktwVvX6I7UlTWha1dH4nL36YvY7AuzVJNFyH4DdLB52ALwoyu4UzbjVPcWZiCDCNUEMvJKsXhEnlEMBladUFDqn1urhJ-HqpfkeUpRKL2_WhNsqd6-nVSq4bU/s320/IMG_2559.JPG" border="0" /> Everyone celebrated with a big party at Pump it Up! This was Jackson's first time there. Jason said it was pretty funny...Said he was a little bit overwhelmed by all the noise and the big kids, but (in TRUE <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ozier</span> fashion) he had NO problem downing the pizza, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">cheetos</span>, and birthday cake..he he...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117300511366625522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioLHzapKMGnsJIHcoeBZJcA96WNiEOaFYxzBKyksEtYpkCMpuJ3sHL5stdHE4bpCzkJfTtUkI_QL71zSDLjTHDJPHdg2R4xAekGXIP8ulc_wbgDFs7mlcwWy3MXU1T68OyhX2pmOU3PAvH/s320/IMG_2558.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br />Speaking of "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ozier</span> tradition"... I promise I did not pose him for this picture. He sat in this chair with the football all by himself to watch the game with Daddy...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117301116957014274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHnnmWzbytgKd9xdYAdW1iL2WAZ3G3S4hjLj0_WDy_IrRT7wOCojIt1U_A_3T8Wo1UdZpCDyl9cyphjHI_rDCK7CBtXpPwMnYpZB8X2uiPIaC1vFyaBCqoXlosPQkZWwX9TmgN89PWMrZ/s320/IMG_2570.JPG" border="0" /> Like Father, Like Son :)<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This is Jackson on his first day of Mother's Morning Out....When it was time to leave that morning, I handed him his "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">froggy</span>" lunchbox. He hooked it over his arm (like a purse), and headed out the door...Like he knew exactly where he was going. It was so funny! I had to catch up to him to take a picture!! :) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117297960156051618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4tCHx56V_hbz28GOXnTZqqehgfC5V_kyq7j5zaxBF7zD0wPWuzmP0a58AsyUaUHuxONxaDnC1lm9jjTY8aIEGzy9KvmxUSo0icTCamvQm3V_uUiTtAaM8Deea7PVPdmDTDw67M6xMzSrj/s320/IMG_2560.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117299115502254274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEWIyObfsxfFm8C_2v99_Pk12ijKXg4SqnLKqXbSgtd4qLrxKsdPMXAQSFQxVnMJ8NjyTzjMvorIHRk2pFWklY4LMwnw9C13B6Kd9XciDrUCWW34R3FgFiIrOSEf_GJpUS0yL4wiJND3aB/s320/IMG_2563.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117299660963100882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8DYdkaWp9436qF3W9x-esfOjxwfK9k1T6xP3iCl5F26mAaiCBfb5ZwDP_mPL20zFuzeCh6RdtTgXy08taKtzloNN6Ze2NcHrfPFS4XfSFEGVRVJn3qHl4lsr5ZjSwy8vBUJzpO55UzpZ7/s320/IMG_2566.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="center"><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br />I knew I was getting really uncomfortable, but I didn't realize just how big I had gotten until I saw this picture...These babies are GROWING!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117293772562937986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhceEZ0RLGF2uOpKE9o4846GJrGcJlOSsszxX9vk13MDsag71p38tAPrhDueVuODdKPECZOVedipzlTbqEc-tF_fAb7msQgEV_ZPm3Wb4tRThfHBArRPI4Pqfhv52eCR3_S1X9AtKJeu0aJ/s320/IMG_2589edb.JPG" border="0" /> 28.5 weeks</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-72067973999592941162007-09-28T11:35:00.000-05:002007-09-28T12:09:45.927-05:00Update...Sorry I haven't updated in a while. These babies are keeping us really busy these days...Long story, short--we were put on bedrest for preterm labor a few weeks ago, and after a couple of SUPER FUN hospital trips :) , we are safely at home under strict orders not to get out of bed unless necessary. Since our computer is upstairs, I only get to "waddle" up here every once in a while to check emails and stuff...BUT the twins are doing GREAT!!! Both weighing about 2 lbs each. We just have to keep their lil' booties in my belly a little while longer... I am almost 28 weeks, which is a BIG milestone we have been eagerly anticipating. Now, when Will and John Wesley decide to make an appearance, they will most likely have to stay at the hospital for a while, but they will eventually come home with us just fine...YEAH!!!!<br /><br />Jackson is adjusting to going to Mimi and Grandad's everyday so Momma can stay in the bed. I think that part is much harder on me than on him. We want to say thank you (thank you, thank you...) SO much to all of our family and friends that have prayed for us, called, written, brought food, and just been there for us during this time. We are truly blessed by having each of you in our lives. You know who you are...We love you dearly...<br /><br />I promise to post pictures as soon as I can...Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-5116670364323073612007-09-04T10:35:00.000-05:002007-09-05T09:35:19.171-05:00Ain't it Great Being a Kid?!?<div align="center">When else can you thoroughly enjoy eating Cheetos in the buff?? :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106375930517910866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOOKEjkWWNDlpkFBY7muLOgMbWNhr52vjTxY12Htfb7RXmGW_aF7dHP4fpWzjceo0FvtXRCFpiMAnnyctzCTwZL64uxCzUo8vi9P98D2hRY8u_tkaZlnqq1EcFNvWqIW1LkQX-G5YSoS_t/s320/IMG_2542.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106376222575687010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX9dmNuaTaEuA-lXn_VUc9lb4tuczq0FFQNPgnqJgWVD4biK-pIZoJjsuhszA5QZe9dwCVkdXTs9ldhmo6-gwc06lAmCcOYzcB39m0kxNySjHwUeWh9OYPLxcUx4GRkn2cKaZAf1ZQHEKj/s320/IMG_2545.JPG" border="0" /> And the sheer joy of fitting inside the onion basket... :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106374526063605058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz01Z6lOsXl5IhK14DlikfiKLTcJYT8UcLFdjQwzKhjWDPoqp4Ue7ZM6yLMDoNopvI2s4Rv1PYz3QVjeFR9OOzgn5HrjA3fEbs-WWZAWPDT_eiYr1LmCEaf0wn-IZKAfUQG9uxJI0Eelh_/s320/IMG_2538.JPG" border="0" /> Or the ability to fall asleep in ANY position...</div><div align="center">he he...(I don't know why, but this one just cracks me up!)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106373804509099314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZP4VpYirVDT53AGXlAJHkESmqTspikaX8nRx3okAVBd757Z5gh0WJtvADcl4_dciCZ2Ls3dftK5jodSeMyvK4vlv_9ow0qBzBibXTT08dJprWcbTcRftLtFxCvq_TDw_FkpyO4IOK_v4v/s320/IMG_2537.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"><div><div><div><div>When did Jackson reach this new stage?? It seems like almost overnight... he has discovered that the things that he does and the choices he makes affect people and things around him, and boy oh boy, it has brought a whole new meaning and level enjoyment to EVERYTHING that he does or sees. His determination to do whatever it is that he is trying to do at any given moment just kills me! Example: He fussed and fretted for about 15 minutes until he finally got Daddy's shoes on because he needed to "mop, mop" with "DaDee thoos"... and Mommy could NOT HELP! He had to do it himself... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106377107338950002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxCFAU77fda51EE2iPlIAfx_uOdzExyUlD0lcS1f_HlzNfVNWERqHkzi_lY5-X-CIAb-L9rNFY9kMHWLfqcHkB04vnLh3nWd0iQKgV4-YOQVGXza0CDn76GWQEOw27vJFahVAKCwFcDLTQ/s320/IMG_2554.JPG" border="0" /> Victory at last!!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106377412281628034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3oKtc2s0Hh_Uieu5RbJKIa1cRuhBDCNodcWv8kso6mNHaJwtFDTysY83TzxvMBKszGucCDDWICl2mV3PiAmbqLMeJ6f9nnVdgT3xlopDKbJrAqjPsQTJ3R4jHQw7VDbc5pNGOM5GHW0HU/s320/IMG_2555.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Of course, for "MaMa" and "DaDeee" it isn't the easiest thing to adjust to, but it sure makes for some priceless memories and hilarious pictures! :) Wonder where he gets this stubbornness from?? Hmmmmm....</div></div></div></div><br /></div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-91463224688276483332007-08-24T09:11:00.000-05:002007-08-24T10:18:36.951-05:0023 Weeks and Counting...<div align="center"> Good news from our doctor's appointment yesterday!!! The twins are a little over a pound each and very active!! <span style="font-size:78%;">(In case anyone is wondering why I always comment on their size...it's because of the type of twins they are. The doctors are really watching out for this thing called TTTS. Basically, it means that one baby is getting more fluid than the other from the placenta. It causes one baby to get really big and the other to get really small. It is a very scary thing to happen...So, we are doing sonograms every two weeks to monitor their growth.)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span>BUT, so far, these babies, have looked WONDERFUL! No sign AT ALL of anything scary like that...Thank you Lord!! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Speaking of scary, yesterday the doctor (remember, not our usual doctor--she is home with her new little blessing), pointed out to us that there is a very real possibility that we will have these babies in the next 8-10 weeks! AHHHHHHH! That little tidbit of information sent Jason and I into a panic! I mean, we knew it in the back of our minds, I guess, but to hear her say it....PHEW!!! We have things to do--walls to paint, cars to buy, and much, much more!!!! So, this weekend, we are getting busy! :) </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We have also FINALLY decided on names--both after their grandfathers.... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102280932604245266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSawM0jdCy8LKQiZ1h7Hsfe5Y1cxQI1L8RIGzZffi3__5FIulG7Fx4_JnuxDn9hc3zcYc7D2-0J6aAOie5Nxcnz2__5aocb3VNEtLXEdgRPEWyBUY_pxc-RtsQ51dougJqIazPPdRAwyH/s320/23+weeks+-+Will.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">Baby A - William Charles "Will"</span> - He was "mid-yawn" in this picture ;)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102281031388493090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2nYMCx6vTb-_q1tyCRFwLf1WnZEczmdmv87Uwl9yoXCbE-BINSVzVsaIEc8RYj9EPehJ_0llz9WrbGZAGQGYPrhhztEWWQpRUHdil_wYnHGYzCdv5JlE0JxHs1KjesdSF9_mLyHLhQxf3/s320/23+weeks+-+John+Wesley.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">Baby B - "John Wesley". </span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Will was trying to be a camera hog in this picture...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can see his face in the background--on the left :)</span></div><div> </div><br /></div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-84683490899986035462007-08-14T14:00:00.000-05:002007-08-14T15:03:17.239-05:00Toddlers Galore!!<div align="center"> Okay, so, these pictures are a little old, but I have been meaning to post them cause they are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sooooo</span> cute!!! Several weeks ago, two of Jackson's best buddies came over to play and eat supper with us for a parent's night out...It really helped Jason and I get an idea of what it is going to be like with three toddlers running around! We had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sooo</span> much fun!!! </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098635021964095330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjczh9BW7uyOZQmYUsLifoJLtwcKDICnL5gXDG7nibMghiS7zRKlv1pgyPg9bCj_Td2-ynr86c1BGt6E0q8_D19Ma5LVEiMZj6j9IxuLJ5TmG2rRlvTICaClatC4o-HBDnPsVVoSFUwtmGB/s320/IMG_2418.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Dinnertime!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098635361266511730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCTH9PIcz-cPIk7m7jFM3F5NKiHHO0As5qYnYC9veYNRNk5n-M17Szi0Mn52dQqLzrzieuizxtO4iTvkQW3vfxFnz4Nb-4Z0TM6_92dEvWMpR9UqlkiMcRe1zqcgi53LX6lAxcVMIrJVG/s320/IMG_2416.JPG" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Yummmmy</span> Matthew! French Fries! This little guy can EAT!! He ate 3 chicken nuggets, a plate of french fries, some fruit, and 2 whole <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pieces</span> of pizza! His little belly was sticking out because he was so full!! :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098636366288859026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgaCeB-AjOC0xQQmspKcMKWRWwq8srKgWeTr_zY5472zHiEY_tkIX5tyu8CmZ0zYB78L8jVX4Qt5fswExD2vtrkM0FCsSnElkhHT1kkCQ19rGhmnjSwJpBQbpPJBneCmlIL-QTYUK8XBma/s320/IMG_2423.JPG" border="0" /> Sweet Miss Puckett !!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098636688411406242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpTGBSWCYW-UoynGAFeVjdunuwA5gugADwt1n6LWdjCBkKK06TqqF5RBHSAXPpKRMFJTGA83QAu7UdzRFBSWH5pEPse-Wyx9u6NGuYEHPGVy-3j9LYLh8-PlttcJbQPSDavrZiVX9KJJ_C/s320/IMG_2427.JPG" border="0" /> Feisty Miss Puckett!! "Don't mess with me boys! I've got a spatula and I'm not afraid to use it!!" :) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098635670504157058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4x2zVxyClze4-n_FisqnxytYprvzVwWbsffuBUwfXnJuCpR5cFZRAuGqintm1H9ltyIqSZ8ToSzPnYbR__lcpc4HrSuUzBkKkGnffsynEfPzqV-b6HIP4MJHxFKDhcVbPRw38wNi2JTB/s320/IMG_2421.JPG" border="0" /> Mattie was not too fond of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bath time</span>, but he looked awfully cute in that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">alligator</span> towel! :)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098637203807481778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEged1BYGns13okvxN9KlEzelC2kB2z2WrVQjG4qlqoFb5sDtfKcK8JaDHeN8S4hk9mJ5r9Jj7UEoovsdTjkUMk3Zq0we3coZqc8L6s9rH7EFm6IP3HWboFuKVMMRLaX8-Blbfo_5p6EVfrD/s320/IMG_2429.JPG" border="0" />Three diapered booties in P.J.s!! Is there anything cuter!?!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098638157290221506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhYCk0hzj3mASseKo610PDQNbokXFZZgY2tVofflSkQgQ6GPb_tshGyHWyaH-yyrOx21Pq4YYLwUA3EM0IoNjypJmES3FC0Z6tqIOuYfUiEs-nQDl9hSdyeX3ldT3uzqS9CWIglDKJw6Bf/s320/IMG_2433.JPG" border="0" />Matthew and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">race car</span>! He was making <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">car</span> sounds all night! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Vrrrooom</span>!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098638509477539794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqz81AnsqPWPGbkHAlZB9VNlIOlMdLHl1GB_52qyqV6gEcvHl_y4mk3UIYrYlcopZUre1QbgsokZPC0ROAptv9_76ntf1ykhiV3nEoXV8lKj72StoSUMf0GPgaBmQa7YXeZzTfozJLJQE6/s320/IMG_2434.JPG" border="0" />"Oh, I was sleeping so well Daddy!!" That's okay baby girl! We all have bed-head after a good nap! Couldn't you just eat her up!?!</div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-30684951022648813492007-08-10T11:03:00.000-05:002007-08-10T12:24:23.241-05:00Babies, Babydolls, Bellies & Bowling<div align="center">We had another doctor's appointment today, and the twins are doing great!! <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Weighing</span> in at a hefty 11 ounces each and FULL of energy!! :) Our regular (and wonderful, might I add) doctor, Missy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">McMinn</span> just had a healthy, little bouncing baby boy of her own....Yeah for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">McMinn</span> Family!! So, today, we met with the doctor who will be taking care of us while she is out. I was just a little nervous, but she seems great. Here are some of the pics from the sonogram...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097112378748251906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIddWDm_0nznWitFsf2RPeWnN5HT6_6-YKXUku9_9xmUQ8yhS5vCd3gvlOYqD6JntwpUpoeN9M7EYztbQzJraGCP4JE7Pp3h2h51jrCKsW_WQHp09xTroyGze1XAedcfa6vpJUhkXdqTu/s320/21+weeks+Both.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center">Both Babies --This one is a little hard to make out, but they are face to face with their hands together. On the screen, it looked like they were cuddling in there! It was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sooo</span> sweet!!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097112696575831842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYIYYotT-ABur45ZowDwESyUh8HoPZGaxE4j6MBg_71Y7VG63p5YurGBueMaQvM9eCH5m_lWd9SMMWyCr2sjqPAhlPTgEP4RQnaBGZZspGArG1lfUmJ1bFY4PjKTn5IMW2YtQeu2NT94q/s320/21+weeks+Baby+B.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Then right back to being boys... :) This is Baby B with Baby A's foot in his his face! </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097112524777139986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-5Gdqw-Tz1v9c41y7Q5JPdHgBuwH7wdn9F81pEEefb86d7nMfuLcTWL-idxhtttQBjNaDHDMTB2KgXWu0-3T6WR9BpmNafABfWpvErvBvJIjXr52eXpKx50EZ07BcZjhrdJMpqtYVjJS/s320/21+weeks+Baby+A.jpg" border="0" /> Baby A sucking his thumb. He did this the WHOLE time we were doing the scan (about 30 minutes!!). It was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">sooooo</span> cute!!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">A couple of people have suggested that we get two <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">babydolls</span> to help Jackson get used to the idea of having babies around. I thought it was a great idea, but Jason is not too thrilled about his son having <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">babydolls</span>. :) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097115045922942770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3FkeBP8wKmZVg32bNAjPfl6lYnBqYu1Vi5uRi3a02BokGrrPQocAdsP1wgYNtDEsUX0LGq-yN18AsLHsBDUt9PKNpMsofYYpx6cOQEKCBGXHs61ytXcxWs2CINcIpg0rCIJMWB-LZy6H/s320/IMG_2524.JPG" border="0" />This is Jackson "loving his babies." He's gonna be a great big brother!!</div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Gettin to be a Big Momma!! :) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097116106779864898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_289QDiMITPlyFJEgN_U1RvpzAK3xdeLwKSI3CPI4N-PCb6O8I4Nnw-QWmrMcExjEQyjke_E4gqLUGqiWBiqygryv9L5oBknigCc-7DU56bYP6m6BKbyPJlplAaxAhNF58FMo968Y9Bc0/s320/IMG_2535ed.JPG" border="0" />21 Week Belly</p><br /><p align="center">Girl's Night Out!!! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097118864148868946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBNUPs1Bae4Nsj_iiz0tMP2WB7u7UkZcbRtQVqjrxqryPHALVIkLfNSKQ4rrujXCwpBze-bLuG8zr8u0CQNzxfmt5SeBOZfwPg-2OMuOUI2SW_4KbsM4jS7wYZpPIZ56PI6uoos6PtcEeJ/s320/IMG_2530.JPG" border="0" />Kim got us all these great bowling socks!! I didn't get to bowl. So, I'm not wearing mine, but I will totally rock these things after the babies get here! :) Aren't they all such beautiful girls!?!<br /></p></div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-72596955271249415752007-07-31T09:50:00.000-05:002007-07-31T13:47:41.296-05:00Jackson and the "Baquoom" (AKA Vacuum)Jason and I saw a special the other night on CBS News about a little boy (about 8 years old) who is obsessed with vacuum cleaners. He has like 150 of them--seriously. The show made us a little nervous because Jackson seems to have a slight obsession of his own. It started off that he was afraid of it-- just didn't like the noise. This makes complete sense because he is afraid of all loud noises. Then it turned into more. It's this love/hate relationship where he must know where the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">vacuum</span> cleaner is at all times. He wants to play with it and push it around, but, oh my goodness, the earth stops rotating if it gets turned on! He flips out--crying hysterically. Now, almost every morning when he wakes up, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">baquoom</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">baquoom</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">baquoom</span>" is the first thing he says, and we have to get it out and let him push it around for a while. Hoping to lessen his obsession with the big one, we bought him a little vacuum cleaner to play with. It hasn't worked so far...Now he just loves (and hates) both of them equally. Jason and I are praying he will not turn into the little boy we saw on the news!! His obsession with vacuum cleaners just didn't seem "quite right." :)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093379541066919634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoo2kDX4ulDpclj_0ekkM1SQgNNTGDD0o8Cc0DHKv9-9VIDiiJdO88HBtrmyKhywpJQ9v_vGCXp14_U7FWgcUAEPVoiNXawIX2tSO50UduRdGApXfNxxmUM85yfdMhwhCyWip6hbstd_4D/s320/IMG_2516.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093380172427112178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5RD3ZW54MruUJakko_nu0xwk43iys4h2bRnb8v-8GZiL6I9IhtXDBiUb5JjjQu6UlengoQHwrTdFRY0liRASDMj0IOygHhOTjgt2Y35pmlhQCX167YFSb3_BdFxONE0ekj_1nDqBnGIv/s320/IMG_2518.JPG" border="0" />Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-62762086379453266582007-07-16T04:25:00.000-05:002007-07-16T05:02:09.981-05:00Rainy Days...<div align="center">After a full week of rain, the sun peeked out long enough for us to get outside on Friday for some fun. Jackson and his friend, Conner, weren't too interested in playing in the pool, but they did have a blast LOOKING FOR BUGS!!! I was beside myself! Oh man, what am I going to do with three boys?!?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087726245135801794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCLA4aTiWggN8HX_2ynlptSwfKWCjY7JQXR30_dNQJPyJvKvGew2Rb0TLW7ss7bSmW6c_EeMi9pDaSpA2-QCzXzMaKnd_hfUWQHGVXfTbF4hWvGB-QKnjwNGUUNxmiu80KFcIMysjPQnNs/s320/IMG_2483.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087725562236001714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYs_VsxiXWuOQ_qjI3BIZY91oWznjoSAfi4VjPqfmyU0pasI2V5qZn728l73MFpf7Yp_hNrwezd-Lw-juGyg5olTPeRlPLFYyUeqyC6MnVijx59cGLreRNjtCdYKmnRCpQVyRuaIJH4bc/s320/IMG_2481.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div align="center">There is a little, dead beetle on this leaf. They were AMAZED! </div><br /><br /><div></div><div align="center">Jackson has been getting cold at night (also because of the cooler temps). So, I pulled out some winter PJs for him the other night. I thought, "there is nothing cuter than babies in these little footed pajamas."<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5YlnxfHLdGMOSEYSm-to_KM7y5oNjkRt7cEkUbqtj5-xMyU_EtTSxzWe8JNtNfxcI20XlGvtHaO_w9AkD6NKZAFbBb0RQY3cXo6zIN4h3vfCE3hkdmrysWfz49UdUpZAi-q5bB5nroXB/s1600-h/IMG_2485.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087728688972193266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5YlnxfHLdGMOSEYSm-to_KM7y5oNjkRt7cEkUbqtj5-xMyU_EtTSxzWe8JNtNfxcI20XlGvtHaO_w9AkD6NKZAFbBb0RQY3cXo6zIN4h3vfCE3hkdmrysWfz49UdUpZAi-q5bB5nroXB/s320/IMG_2485.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjISjQfxPjRgagE7tyKJbRfyhoOdOrtB_bKOGowcWqlhdFVmLD2NFnZJK91OBUq7KlZZA5H0xiqUmsqlqLKECHf4fqxV0sLdhKyPyPdvXAK7sbLwny7vt4iJ2K1Io_MkQFJy8OuBqMAqe1G/s1600-h/IMG_2488.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087729071224282626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjISjQfxPjRgagE7tyKJbRfyhoOdOrtB_bKOGowcWqlhdFVmLD2NFnZJK91OBUq7KlZZA5H0xiqUmsqlqLKECHf4fqxV0sLdhKyPyPdvXAK7sbLwny7vt4iJ2K1Io_MkQFJy8OuBqMAqe1G/s320/IMG_2488.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">He kept saying, "Mama, thoos!! Mama, thoos!!" He had seen Daddy outside grilling and wanted his thoos (shoes) so he could go out too. This is what he brought me to put on him...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087730428433948178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwgCIwJyUq0ex65t3akYXtEVBb-IC9AGE1Sj5hUfRAC2qRyZfL6eEj1PC8VBLWcmE8W237HC_6sQNJWCVDm9Nvqi3qo9GjnPcKblpo29w-kzKgKpbkOnI33KzJDwwVFxQaCtUZeRdM16o/s320/IMG_2500.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087731098448846370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0spOY-FsWbeL62Fj9dMtPCEJZKCPxc9EQcK1RgIBPP0Kq7VdXmyfcDtNa62h9lDeSOAzYrHNHsW7VSWbGmef6_p-iM9krnjz-WhirzbQQXV3Z0lpRc-MKi6pebajdg7kIyyCbDX1rdlSz/s320/IMG_2491.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">So, I changed my mind...Babies in footed pajamas with froggy rain boots is the cutest thing in the world. :) Hope everyone had a great "rainy" weekend!!</div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-57196621210049043232007-07-11T03:13:00.000-05:002007-07-11T03:37:30.784-05:00Boy Oh Boy!!<div align="center">Jason and I were thrilled (but shocked) to find out that we have been blessed with two more sweet little boys! Some of you know that I was CONVINCED these babies were girls. Well, I was WRONG! I am soooo excited for Jackson too! Two little brothers to play with and love! Here's a couple of neat pictures from the sonogram...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085851857077792130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ3v4jivnUZAPGQOmIXJPwJC02Zbfwe5F3Mf2Th_fFMZ7CKz1_lZdKtHw85453kqnmxHfSWB-U58eMuHbSqrfFjZt0v1GiwC-IuSnGtbI7GBqcTvUZWXnhqpH7X59RB9hY04ZcM9r476Fd/s320/16+week+little+foot.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Baby B with Baby A's sweet little foot (see it? on the left...)!!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085850379609042290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitEzGNzn21WHszsqAC5fEf-Qa9ZjQZwPYAcyxN2H-4TvvS8aT5cnRbP_ijqDVf7Ds8ckEKs_mPqFXrMWuYdklbfj-FWv5Eiao7jfXBFanAThSTlbGhjXeXfVPhkiS17PtjsPHD89fcQdg_/s320/16+week+legs+%26+arms.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Baby A's legs stretched WAY out (on the right) with Baby B's right arm (left). I wish I could say they got those long legs from me, but I have to give that one to their Daddy--and yes, you can tell he is a boy in this picture!! He He! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085853420445887890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydm1ya4zGwQ6PVtX5ybOCJT7K1IgEWmk7FRlMFz-lMqRl2mqgbbshDYIoncP_wSGzJayuFRzJItnTczRi98oTngNw3VsK0ebVBAHgWeDIb98CpYrMEGDyG4mKGKUqV3ePgwPL6iCGg519/s320/16+week+Baby+A.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Baby A lounging in there. :) (sorry it's crooked)</p><p align="center"></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085855048238493090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFntNxVxMhg_Nz2MBsa95rsSDEJHad3tOIy9PgWL_ROqti3wH1qJwMOaOlET9vdqw1sErtBXx0wpHkPuexFIS2sv3-lc1HSgeNep2MVeXadafeMao3hzYMRe2kac6EiKSinXQOyzuAncws/s320/IMG_2470.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">After Church last Sunday.... My sweet baby. I love the "one sock up and one sock down" action! :) </p></div>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-40142728545566895322007-06-27T15:51:00.000-05:002007-06-28T04:11:42.260-05:00Baby Cash is Here!!!<blockquote id="2fa69687"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081035454982253874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGKUT6l6nVSgmX82PFyEdCgqV8joVNypNefehPUHrLFERbxA3q_SnXrxITpvCR22_Fk6NhTqWbnuVqZl_Z6DoljnX0EAyrNfIkyqglBXLFRiEOXK4y-IiFDzRvVePQNw09-7E0EFRcZx3/s320/IMG_2469.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Tanner Cash arrived today!!!</p><p align="center">9 lbs 2 oz and 21 inches long!</p><p align="center">What a big boy!!!</p><p align="center">Congratulations Tony, Jamie, Big Sister Mia Madelyn, and Big Brother McGraw!!! </p><p align="center">We Love Y'all!!!<br /></p></blockquote>Ozier Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087noreply@blogger.com0