<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031</id><updated>2012-01-28T02:46:43.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ozier Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-6168671352614680222</id><published>2011-10-03T18:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:38:48.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray and Keep Watch For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Y4uXJpTG1E/Too_oTmgZyI/AAAAAAAAAo8/5qmxxlKxGOo/s1600/Summer2011+110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Y4uXJpTG1E/Too_oTmgZyI/AAAAAAAAAo8/5qmxxlKxGOo/s320/Summer2011+110.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; "Pray and keep watch for Me, so that you will not fall into temptation.&amp;nbsp; The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak" (vs 38).&amp;nbsp; Jesus asked this of His trusted disciples, His closest companions, while in the Garden of Gethsemane.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things going on in this scene, but two stood out to me during this time.&amp;nbsp; First, how, in times of danger--whether it be physical, spiritual, or danger of "falling into temptation"--there is only one dependable option--pray.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; "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?&amp;nbsp; I say I love Him above all.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful part of this scene to me is the gentleness shown from our Father to His Son.&amp;nbsp; While praying, our sweet Jesus agonized and pleaded in the garden. He knew what He was facing.&amp;nbsp; He asked God two separate times if possible for this cup to pass from Him (vs 36,39).&amp;nbsp;  Each time, He returned to a gentle reminder, of our hopelessness--how desperately we need a Savior, and why this burden was His alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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." &amp;nbsp;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.&amp;nbsp; 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.  &amp;nbsp;The sheer beauty  of this scene leaves me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pray and keep watch for Me, so that you will not fall into temptation."&amp;nbsp; 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):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt;How many names&lt;br /&gt;Can I use to explain&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD9"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; of my Jesus&lt;br /&gt;The life that He gave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name is Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Your name is Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You're the wonderful, &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD10"&gt;counselor&lt;/span&gt;, my friend&lt;br /&gt;You're what I hold on to&lt;br /&gt;I know that You brought me through&lt;br /&gt;All the days of loss and to the cross, You knew&lt;br /&gt;That I'd need a Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs&lt;br /&gt;Can I sing to proclaim&lt;br /&gt;Your wondrous love&lt;br /&gt;Oh and beauty so great&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, What would I say&lt;br /&gt;If You brought down the rain&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I walked through the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt;My heart would still say…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt;Your name is Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Your name is Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You're the wonderful, &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD10"&gt;counselor&lt;/span&gt;, my friend&lt;br /&gt;You're what I hold on to&lt;br /&gt;I know that You brought me through&lt;br /&gt;All the days of loss and to the cross, You knew&lt;br /&gt;That I'd need a Savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt;-Among the Thirsty&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblContent" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew...and in that moment He was reminded...that we need a Savior.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2Sy7c3P-nE/Too-OeFSDtI/AAAAAAAAAo4/mjXuomBiuNI/s1600/Kenya%252C+Africa-2011+163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-6168671352614680222?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/6168671352614680222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=6168671352614680222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6168671352614680222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6168671352614680222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2011/10/pray-and-keep-watch-for-me.html' title='Pray and Keep Watch For Me'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Y4uXJpTG1E/Too_oTmgZyI/AAAAAAAAAo8/5qmxxlKxGOo/s72-c/Summer2011+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-6040344302511939309</id><published>2011-07-05T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:46:35.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night there was an accident at our &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It was close to the boys bedtime, but they needed to burn off some extra energy. This happens often, and when Mommy and Daddy are "kaput," we usually send them upstairs to Jackson's room to "jump and slide." His bed is a play-fort with a platform, ladder, and a slide.&amp;nbsp; Last night was one of those nights.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was in our bedroom reading, and Jason was in the office doing some work. I could hear the boys laughing and playing, but suddenly, the playing sounds turned to screaming. We have had some pretty scary stuff happen in our house concerning the boys...an arm catch on fire, two people fall down a flight of stairs, and more.. So, I guess I'm sort of on high alert. As soon as I realized something was off, I was running and praying aloud. The twins met me at the middle of the staircase crying, "Jack fell" and "Jack's stuck."&amp;nbsp; Sprinting up the stairs and holding my breath as I turned the corner, I found him.&amp;nbsp; He had fallen behind his headboard, in between where it meets with the wooden fort. These two structures (the headboard and fort) are supposed to be attached--with many, long sharp nails.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He caught himself by his arms and was hanging there...kicking and screaming.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I saw him, I knew he had nails in his chest.&amp;nbsp; I did not know how many, or how deep they were. Still praying aloud, I pulled the headboard back with my left arm, slipped my right arm around and in front of him and was careful to pull him straight back off the nails--to not cause more damage.&amp;nbsp; Then I lifted him out.&amp;nbsp; Right then Jason came running in the room.&amp;nbsp; I laid him on the floor as we, frantically, were looking for the injuries and the blood...but there was none. We flipped him over, looked at his back, flipped him back.. I refocused my eyes... We could not believe what we were seeing. Praying turned to praising.&amp;nbsp; There is no way possible those nails did not at LEAST scratch him.&amp;nbsp; He was wedged, with all of his weight on his chest, plus the weight of the headboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I held him and rocked him while Jason tended to the twins, and we all calmed down.&amp;nbsp; Jason and I started thanking God. When I pray over him in that very bed as he sleeps, I ask the Lord to protect him and to surround him with powerful angels.&amp;nbsp; He is faithful. So faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning I was talking to God about a personal struggle I have been having with my thoughts.&amp;nbsp; 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..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me one. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Think on the cross and your children."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He then showed me that last night, OUR precious little son, was saved by Him from being pierced by those horrible nails...&amp;nbsp; Yet, He sent HIS most precious, only Son to endure those horrible nails and so much more...for us.&amp;nbsp; Oh how He loves us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7MLJkvkUFk/ThO8pvcjHII/AAAAAAAAAo0/9uU3esmiPy4/s1600/Summer2011+118ed2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7MLJkvkUFk/ThO8pvcjHII/AAAAAAAAAo0/9uU3esmiPy4/s320/Summer2011+118ed2.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;3-5 inches apart/Aprox. 1.75 inch in length&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"And when Jesus had said this, He showed them His hands and His feet" Luke 24:40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGB3eXa1Xr8/ThNzRKXR6WI/AAAAAAAAAoo/8sx1kPOPpjI/s1600/Summer2011+115ed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGB3eXa1Xr8/ThNzRKXR6WI/AAAAAAAAAoo/8sx1kPOPpjI/s1600/Summer2011+115ed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-6040344302511939309?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/6040344302511939309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=6040344302511939309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6040344302511939309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6040344302511939309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2011/07/nails.html' title='The Nails'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7MLJkvkUFk/ThO8pvcjHII/AAAAAAAAAo0/9uU3esmiPy4/s72-c/Summer2011+118ed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-6065065037565443845</id><published>2011-05-23T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T13:23:56.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed be Your Name</title><content type='html'>The sermon series "Questions?" wrapped up yesterday with Kyle York delivering a powerful word on "What's the Point of My Pain?" This particular topic is near to my heart anyway..mostly for two reasons:  because of how our Father has shown me so powerfully (yet ever so gently) why things have happened in my own life and how He is using it for His glory, and even more, He has blessed me with a passion to see other women come to this same place in thier faith journey. &lt;br /&gt;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.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Your arms&lt;br /&gt;is where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;when my world&lt;br /&gt;comes crashing down on me&lt;br /&gt;so hold me close&lt;br /&gt;keep me Yours always&lt;br /&gt;bid me, break me, be my rock&lt;br /&gt;for now and all my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whom have I&lt;br /&gt;when my heart begins to fail&lt;br /&gt;when sorrow fills the streets&lt;br /&gt;and sounds of death prevail&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is my hope&lt;br /&gt;and I know He stills the wind&lt;br /&gt;so take my very life away&lt;br /&gt;as long as I get Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soul longs&lt;br /&gt;for the day I'll see Your face&lt;br /&gt;when sin and death will pass&lt;br /&gt;and tears are wiped away&lt;br /&gt;so let the sky fall down&lt;br /&gt;and earth and cities quake&lt;br /&gt;and I'll say of my God and King&lt;br /&gt;Lord, blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessed be, blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;blessed be Your holy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The LORD, the LORD God, compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in lovingkindness and truth.." Ex 34:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never leaves His throne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-6065065037565443845?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/6065065037565443845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=6065065037565443845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6065065037565443845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6065065037565443845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2011/05/blessed-be-your-name.html' title='Blessed be Your Name'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-6224521520262761581</id><published>2011-03-03T20:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:10:17.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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.&amp;nbsp; I strived for this.&amp;nbsp; I strive for it.&amp;nbsp; 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."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"And all these, having gained approval through their faith, &lt;u&gt;did not receive what was promised&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;u&gt;because God had provided something better&lt;/u&gt; for us,so that &lt;u&gt;apart from us they should not be made perfect"&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hebrews 11:39-40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-6224521520262761581?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/6224521520262761581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=6224521520262761581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6224521520262761581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6224521520262761581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2011/03/body.html' title='The Body'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-8999081773134482484</id><published>2011-01-05T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T10:17:57.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eyes are on You, Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;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" /&gt; &lt;style&gt;st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hebrews 11:24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“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.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;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" /&gt; &lt;style&gt;st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;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.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He alone is worthy.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In the beginning, He was dragging me out of Egypt.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now, I am crawling.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lord, help me stand and walk boldly—with no fear—by keeping my eyes on You…for Your glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-8999081773134482484?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/8999081773134482484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=8999081773134482484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/8999081773134482484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/8999081773134482484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-eyes-are-on-you-lord.html' title='My Eyes are on You, Lord'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-3404309085917416110</id><published>2010-11-10T12:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:15:08.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming in Grace</title><content type='html'>Does 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.&amp;nbsp; I saw us, believers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&amp;nbsp; Some plunge deeper than others and at differing times of their walk when needed (to be covered or enveloped more by His grace).&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, for a lot of us, we don't know we are there..in that ocean of grace.&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&amp;nbsp; It reminds me of watching Jackson, my now four-year-old, in the pool when he was younger.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; I would try to explain that he could stand, but he couldn't hear me over his fear.&amp;nbsp; This was me.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; 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."&lt;br /&gt;You can walk on this water if you would just trust Him enough to put your feet down.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;In Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-3404309085917416110?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/3404309085917416110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=3404309085917416110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/3404309085917416110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/3404309085917416110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2010/11/swimming-in-grace.html' title='Swimming in Grace'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-2812698975452857812</id><published>2010-11-02T19:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:57:35.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miracles</title><content type='html'>"Umm..Were you on fertility medication?"asked the sonographer. "No!?"  Jason and I both replied in unison.. "Well, um..err..there are um &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt;  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 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/TNC-C7vQRjI/AAAAAAAAAm0/PeSDrrzkI70/s1600/IMG_2695ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/TNC-C7vQRjI/AAAAAAAAAm0/PeSDrrzkI70/s320/IMG_2695ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535132899643246130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;week... little miracles. Identical twins--3 out of 1000 conceptions were their odds--and they made it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/TNC-C7vQRjI/AAAAAAAAAm0/PeSDrrzkI70/s1600/IMG_2695ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Behold, children are a gift of the LORD,          The fruit of the womb is a reward." Psalm 127:3﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/TNC-ujgwRTI/AAAAAAAAAm8/tX9fg9ejrPA/s1600/IMG_2693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/TNC-ujgwRTI/AAAAAAAAAm8/tX9fg9ejrPA/s320/IMG_2693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535133649054221618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/TNC_TAcIP0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/o1oA4CAcwPs/s1600/IMG_2968ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/TNC_TAcIP0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/o1oA4CAcwPs/s400/IMG_2968ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535134275294740290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-2812698975452857812?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/2812698975452857812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=2812698975452857812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/2812698975452857812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/2812698975452857812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-miracles.html' title='Little Miracles'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/TNC-C7vQRjI/AAAAAAAAAm0/PeSDrrzkI70/s72-c/IMG_2695ed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-2252688003563070783</id><published>2008-03-14T05:13:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T05:39:26.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson's Birthday Party!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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!! :)  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R9peLY8LzmI/AAAAAAAAAYo/uBbEjVeBnQ4/s1600-h/IMG_3143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R9peLY8LzmI/AAAAAAAAAYo/uBbEjVeBnQ4/s320/IMG_3143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177554271382261346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We ordered his cake from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dreamcakes&lt;/span&gt; (on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lakeland&lt;/span&gt; at the Reservoir).  They are awesome...It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; good and adorable too!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R9peoo8LznI/AAAAAAAAAYw/eJ1Um-FSi9Q/s1600-h/IMG_3156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R9peoo8LznI/AAAAAAAAAYw/eJ1Um-FSi9Q/s320/IMG_3156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177554773893434994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R9pfRY8LzqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/aYTBiZ6i6jQ/s1600-h/IMG_3160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R9pfRY8LzqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/aYTBiZ6i6jQ/s320/IMG_3160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177555473973104290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; liked his piece! :) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R9pfF48LzpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/DExNSbzr7uM/s1600-h/IMG_3162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R9pfF48LzpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/DExNSbzr7uM/s320/IMG_3162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177555276404608658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R9pfhI8LzrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/1xOcRTS0vtw/s1600-h/IMG_3158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R9pfhI8LzrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/1xOcRTS0vtw/s320/IMG_3158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177555744556043954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R9pe6I8LzoI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tPavBFblGqs/s1600-h/IMG_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R9pe6I8LzoI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tPavBFblGqs/s320/IMG_3165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177555074541145730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Happy Birthday Sweet Baby!!!  I can't believe another year has gone by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-2252688003563070783?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/2252688003563070783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=2252688003563070783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/2252688003563070783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/2252688003563070783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2008/03/jacksons-birthday-party.html' title='Jackson&apos;s Birthday Party!!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R9peLY8LzmI/AAAAAAAAAYo/uBbEjVeBnQ4/s72-c/IMG_3143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-4008151240478409534</id><published>2008-02-19T07:15:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T05:44:31.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jack-Jack!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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! :)  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rXCurjigI/AAAAAAAAAW8/8uOWA97e2xM/s1600-h/IMG_3075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rXCurjigI/AAAAAAAAAW8/8uOWA97e2xM/s320/IMG_3075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168679964251490818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We celebrated the whole day long. We took him for his traditional Saturday morning breakfast.. "do dos" (doughnuts) and "juice" (chocolate milk).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rYzerjikI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fVpmT70Mvag/s1600-h/IMG_3082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rYzerjikI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fVpmT70Mvag/s320/IMG_3082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168681901281741378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rY-urjilI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZVcDOfbvrDY/s1600-h/IMG_3085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rY-urjilI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZVcDOfbvrDY/s320/IMG_3085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168682094555269714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Then we gave him one of his birthday presents...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rYJOrjihI/AAAAAAAAAXE/cPeakcSD9a8/s1600-h/IMG_3079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rYJOrjihI/AAAAAAAAAXE/cPeakcSD9a8/s320/IMG_3079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168681175432268306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rYXOrjiiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Wjf-bqSCnrE/s1600-h/IMG_3080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rYXOrjiiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Wjf-bqSCnrE/s320/IMG_3080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168681415950436898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all met at Sal &amp;amp; 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. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7wLY-rjisI/AAAAAAAAAYY/iziYyYDqmFY/s1600-h/IMG_3091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7wLY-rjisI/AAAAAAAAAYY/iziYyYDqmFY/s320/IMG_3091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169018996084935362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7wQOOrjitI/AAAAAAAAAYg/guCF0nAegBE/s1600-h/IMG_3093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7wQOOrjitI/AAAAAAAAAYg/guCF0nAegBE/s320/IMG_3093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169024308959480530" border="0" /&gt;Yummmmy Pizza!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rZo-rjinI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dkJMpDaHleI/s1600-h/IMG_3087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rZo-rjinI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dkJMpDaHleI/s320/IMG_3087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168682820404742770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rZTurjimI/AAAAAAAAAXs/H5HtHGG2ZQ8/s1600-h/IMG_3086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rZTurjimI/AAAAAAAAAXs/H5HtHGG2ZQ8/s320/IMG_3086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168682455332522594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson loved the cake I made him!  I was proud.  I tried to combine his two favorite things: cake and m&amp;amp;ms...He loved it! He wanted to eat the m&amp;amp;ms off of everyone's piece. :) This serious look on his face kills me...looks like, "don't even think about touching my "kace"." :) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7wKDurjiqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9dhelBUesM0/s1600-h/IMG_3089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7wKDurjiqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9dhelBUesM0/s320/IMG_3089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169017531501087394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7wKmerjirI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nLPImPP3z5U/s1600-h/IMG_3092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7wKmerjirI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nLPImPP3z5U/s320/IMG_3092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169018128501541554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-4008151240478409534?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/4008151240478409534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=4008151240478409534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/4008151240478409534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/4008151240478409534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-jack-jack.html' title='Happy Birthday Jack-Jack!!!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7rXCurjigI/AAAAAAAAAW8/8uOWA97e2xM/s72-c/IMG_3075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-3355266411044925985</id><published>2008-02-15T06:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T07:23:22.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Recent Pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bhFerjieI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6iLbGkj5U88/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"&gt;Bathtime!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bhFerjieI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6iLbGkj5U88/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bhFerjieI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6iLbGkj5U88/s320/IMG_3034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167565106705566178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bfS-rjiaI/AAAAAAAAAWM/DJSbw_ZBmas/s1600-h/IMG_3022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bfS-rjiaI/AAAAAAAAAWM/DJSbw_ZBmas/s320/IMG_3022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167563139610544546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bhFerjieI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6iLbGkj5U88/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"&gt; When I first saw this, I thought, "Man, they look so big sitting there"!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bgKOrjibI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Zg13Rokt2nw/s1600-h/IMG_3048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bgKOrjibI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Zg13Rokt2nw/s320/IMG_3048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167564088798316978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bhFerjieI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6iLbGkj5U88/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"&gt; Then I saw this...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bgg-rjicI/AAAAAAAAAWc/4L0KWuXHSFY/s1600-h/IMG_3044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bgg-rjicI/AAAAAAAAAWc/4L0KWuXHSFY/s320/IMG_3044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167564479640340930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bhFerjieI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6iLbGkj5U88/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"&gt;Only 20 months difference in age...amazing...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bg4-rjidI/AAAAAAAAAWk/JdMKp-X2rUE/s1600-h/IMG_3045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bg4-rjidI/AAAAAAAAAWk/JdMKp-X2rUE/s320/IMG_3045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167564891957201362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bhFerjieI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6iLbGkj5U88/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"&gt;This is how I spend alot of time... :) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bZXerjiXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xvwZc-GbYuY/s1600-h/IMG_2993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bZXerjiXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xvwZc-GbYuY/s320/IMG_2993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167556619850189170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bhFerjieI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6iLbGkj5U88/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"&gt;and Jason thinks it's funny to take a picture of it... :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7beburjiZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WBQv_K4GjO0/s1600-h/IMG_3020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7beburjiZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WBQv_K4GjO0/s320/IMG_3020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167562190422772114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bhFerjieI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6iLbGkj5U88/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"&gt; Playtime!! Can you guess who is who??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bhFerjieI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6iLbGkj5U88/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"&gt; Will is on the right and John Wesley is on the left...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bhaurjifI/AAAAAAAAAW0/S6XEsfMS-wQ/s1600-h/IMG_3067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bhaurjifI/AAAAAAAAAW0/S6XEsfMS-wQ/s320/IMG_3067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167565471777786354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bhFerjieI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6iLbGkj5U88/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"&gt; Jack-Jack and Daddy... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bbwOrjiYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/VgXDppHe9C4/s1600-h/IMG_3008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bbwOrjiYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/VgXDppHe9C4/s320/IMG_3008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167559244075207042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-3355266411044925985?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/3355266411044925985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=3355266411044925985' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/3355266411044925985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/3355266411044925985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-recent-pics.html' title='Some Recent Pics...'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R7bhFerjieI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6iLbGkj5U88/s72-c/IMG_3034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-7936198170964458224</id><published>2008-02-08T07:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T07:25:29.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson's First Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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. :)  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R6xXANuKLuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/laABUDTr_rk/s1600-h/IMG_3030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R6xXANuKLuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/laABUDTr_rk/s320/IMG_3030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164598533881999074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R6xXPtuKLvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/vqtDKbS8g-o/s1600-h/IMG_3031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R6xXPtuKLvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/vqtDKbS8g-o/s320/IMG_3031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164598800169971442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-7936198170964458224?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/7936198170964458224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=7936198170964458224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/7936198170964458224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/7936198170964458224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2008/02/jacksons-first-haircut.html' title='Jackson&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R6xXANuKLuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/laABUDTr_rk/s72-c/IMG_3030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-7428112378055372808</id><published>2008-01-02T07:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:12:12.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Yet Another Quick Update... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;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....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150876090007949682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R3uWg2r6EXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/mhmq17S_x_c/s320/IMG_2823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150875733525664098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R3uWMGr6EWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WrT8H_rsXbw/s320/IMG_2822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150876596814090626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R3uW-Wr6EYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-Vejrc1YCaw/s320/IMG_2826.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150879105074991538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R3uZQWr6EbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ulSsBDnSCs8/s320/IMG_2838.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 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... :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150877700620685730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R3uX-mr6EaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/neyZ0VCV3TU/s320/IMG_2835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-7428112378055372808?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/7428112378055372808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=7428112378055372808' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/7428112378055372808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/7428112378055372808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-yet-another-quick-update.html' title='And Yet Another Quick Update... :)'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R3uWg2r6EXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/mhmq17S_x_c/s72-c/IMG_2823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-955623019848449600</id><published>2007-11-27T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:16:07.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out these hungry little boys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-33e216da28529ba4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33e216da28529ba4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329973400%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A1A329F45C84D69583B73A9065CD611F9A462F1.901195CDC70BB3357315FE83AD3A3FEB5B81EF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33e216da28529ba4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiKTDHEUdaaEPIL4ai09MuiFMKYI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33e216da28529ba4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329973400%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A1A329F45C84D69583B73A9065CD611F9A462F1.901195CDC70BB3357315FE83AD3A3FEB5B81EF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33e216da28529ba4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiKTDHEUdaaEPIL4ai09MuiFMKYI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137629622324865474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R0yG69IyqcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9cRCxGpVW_o/s320/IMG_2742ed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137583567390550434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R0xdCNIyqaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/H9yHfIuPotM/s320/IMG_2770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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. :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137630996714400210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R0yIK9IyqdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/AbeSilpbcOA/s320/IMG_2744ed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This picture of Jackson is hanging up in the twins' incubator...Big brother is watching over them... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-955623019848449600?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=33e216da28529ba4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/955623019848449600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=955623019848449600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/955623019848449600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/955623019848449600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/11/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update...'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/R0yG69IyqcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9cRCxGpVW_o/s72-c/IMG_2742ed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-3572477586913121296</id><published>2007-11-16T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:32:41.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween (Muahahahaha)!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133451929110882626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rz2vVNIyqUI/AAAAAAAAATc/8GGQn0tY8v0/s320/IMG_2626ed.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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!! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133453196126234978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rz2we9IyqWI/AAAAAAAAATs/urJB650kNQU/s320/IMG_2631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;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!! :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133452745154668882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rz2wEtIyqVI/AAAAAAAAATk/iK4EPqvjIoU/s320/IMG_2629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;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! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133453702932375922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rz2w8dIyqXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eSs1ciH-Q2w/s320/IMG_2643ed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Scruffy puppies LOVE chocolate chip cookies!!! :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133454222623418754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rz2xatIyqYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3_hEJ0IvUbY/s320/IMG_2622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-3572477586913121296?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/3572477586913121296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=3572477586913121296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/3572477586913121296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/3572477586913121296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-halloween-muahahahaha.html' title='Happy Halloween (Muahahahaha)!!!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rz2vVNIyqUI/AAAAAAAAATc/8GGQn0tY8v0/s72-c/IMG_2626ed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-1742149550695934820</id><published>2007-10-03T20:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:38:37.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Rest is NO Fun!!! (and some other recent stuff...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; 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. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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 :) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117301606583286034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RwROstTuuRI/AAAAAAAAARw/nmlZ_6Uyahk/s320/IMG_2581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117302435511974194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RwRPc9TuuTI/AAAAAAAAASA/NK81Va_q-Qc/s320/IMG_2575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117301997425309986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RwRPDdTuuSI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8pTY82XFILw/s320/IMG_2582.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117303157066479954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RwRQG9TuuVI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0pNJUqNSQWY/s320/IMG_2584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Stephen Bryant, Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Averett&lt;/span&gt;, Jason, Matt Word, Jacob Ray, Melanie Bryant, Dayna (soon-to-be) Word, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tynia&lt;/span&gt; Russell, Heather Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Avery turned 3!! Check out those beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; curls!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117300227898783970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RwRNcdTuuOI/AAAAAAAAARY/VIJM6uGoGI8/s320/IMG_2559.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ozier&lt;/span&gt; fashion) he had NO problem downing the pizza, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cheetos&lt;/span&gt;, and birthday cake..he he...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117300511366625522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RwRNs9TuuPI/AAAAAAAAARg/xdHptQ7hH0A/s320/IMG_2558.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ozier&lt;/span&gt; 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...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117301116957014274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RwROQNTuuQI/AAAAAAAAARo/a796El5IDrU/s320/IMG_2570.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Like Father, Like Son :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Jackson on his first day of Mother's Morning Out....When it was time to leave that morning, I handed him his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt;" 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!! :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117297960156051618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RwRLYdTuuKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8p5eZJjFo3Q/s320/IMG_2560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117299115502254274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RwRMbtTuuMI/AAAAAAAAARI/XmYhktXJ6Qk/s320/IMG_2563.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117299660963100882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RwRM7dTuuNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/7PdDZiMyvZs/s320/IMG_2566.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117293772562937986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RwRHktTuuII/AAAAAAAAAQo/1ZSZmOqInNg/s320/IMG_2589edb.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 28.5 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-1742149550695934820?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/1742149550695934820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=1742149550695934820' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/1742149550695934820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/1742149550695934820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/10/bed-rest-is-no-fun-and-some-other.html' title='Bed Rest is NO Fun!!! (and some other recent stuff...)'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RwROstTuuRI/AAAAAAAAARw/nmlZ_6Uyahk/s72-c/IMG_2581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-7206797399959294116</id><published>2007-09-28T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:09:45.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>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!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post pictures as soon as I can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-7206797399959294116?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/7206797399959294116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=7206797399959294116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/7206797399959294116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/7206797399959294116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/09/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-511667036432307361</id><published>2007-09-04T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:35:19.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't it Great Being a Kid?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When else can you thoroughly enjoy eating Cheetos in the buff?? :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106375930517910866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rt192qQf9VI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EAFXzfJXxW4/s320/IMG_2542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106376222575687010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rt1-HqQf9WI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BgrtF0KZfnM/s320/IMG_2545.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And the sheer joy of fitting inside the onion basket... :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106374526063605058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rt18k6Qf9UI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WI96zLtWne8/s320/IMG_2538.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Or the ability to fall asleep in ANY position...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he he...(I don't know why, but this one just cracks me up!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106373804509099314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rt1766Qf9TI/AAAAAAAAAP4/y-kJxF9x4AE/s320/IMG_2537.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106377107338950002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rt1-7KQf9XI/AAAAAAAAAQY/1O75bOlolZ0/s320/IMG_2554.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Victory at last!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106377412281628034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rt1_M6Qf9YI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UFc-yHPKwFI/s320/IMG_2555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-511667036432307361?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/511667036432307361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=511667036432307361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/511667036432307361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/511667036432307361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/09/aint-it-great-being-kid.html' title='Ain&apos;t it Great Being a Kid?!?'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rt192qQf9VI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EAFXzfJXxW4/s72-c/IMG_2542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-9146322468827648333</id><published>2007-08-24T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:18:36.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Weeks and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Good news from our doctor's appointment yesterday!!! The twins are a little over a pound each and very active!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(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.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BUT, so far, these babies, have looked WONDERFUL! No sign AT ALL of anything scary like that...Thank you Lord!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have also FINALLY decided on names--both after their grandfathers....  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102280932604245266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rs7xeaQf9RI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8h32wAaCDsk/s320/23+weeks+-+Will.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby A - William Charles "Will"&lt;/span&gt; - He was "mid-yawn" in this picture ;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102281031388493090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rs7xkKQf9SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mJlEmasG1ys/s320/23+weeks+-+John+Wesley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby B - "John Wesley".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will was trying to be a camera hog in this picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can see his face in the background--on the left :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-9146322468827648333?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/9146322468827648333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=9146322468827648333' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/9146322468827648333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/9146322468827648333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/08/23-weeks-and-counting.html' title='23 Weeks and Counting...'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rs7xeaQf9RI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8h32wAaCDsk/s72-c/23+weeks+-+Will.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-8468349089998603546</id><published>2007-08-14T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:03:17.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddlers Galore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Okay, so, these pictures are a little old, but I have been meaning to post them cause they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098635021964095330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RsH9ieuJL2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/nvaym0zV_Rc/s320/IMG_2418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinnertime!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098635361266511730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RsH92OuJL3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/s6fUIMs8YLc/s320/IMG_2416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yummmmy&lt;/span&gt; Matthew! French Fries! This little guy can EAT!! He ate 3 chicken nuggets, a plate of french fries, some fruit, and 2 whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; of pizza! His little belly was sticking out because he was so full!! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098636366288859026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RsH-wuuJL5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/5IjiYHdWZTY/s320/IMG_2423.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sweet Miss Puckett !!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098636688411406242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RsH_DeuJL6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/nMft-cCFBSc/s320/IMG_2427.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Feisty Miss Puckett!! "Don't mess with me boys! I've got a spatula and I'm not afraid to use it!!" :)  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098635670504157058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RsH-IOuJL4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/P3VMysRYJto/s320/IMG_2421.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mattie was not too fond of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bath time&lt;/span&gt;, but he looked awfully cute in that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alligator&lt;/span&gt; towel! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098637203807481778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RsH_heuJL7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/f80Fi8HWzak/s320/IMG_2429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Three diapered booties in P.J.s!! Is there anything cuter!?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098638157290221506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RsIAY-uJL8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/0eR9HkVk0Q4/s320/IMG_2433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Matthew and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;race car&lt;/span&gt;! He was making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;car&lt;/span&gt; sounds all night! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Vrrrooom&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098638509477539794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RsIAteuJL9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Ks6-A4S0uHs/s320/IMG_2434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"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!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-8468349089998603546?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/8468349089998603546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=8468349089998603546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/8468349089998603546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/8468349089998603546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/08/toddlers-galore.html' title='Toddlers Galore!!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RsH9ieuJL2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/nvaym0zV_Rc/s72-c/IMG_2418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-3068495102264881349</id><published>2007-08-10T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:24:23.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, Babydolls, Bellies &amp; Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had another doctor's appointment today, and the twins are doing great!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Weighing&lt;/span&gt; in at a hefty 11 ounces each and FULL of energy!! :) Our regular (and wonderful, might I add) doctor, Missy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McMinn&lt;/span&gt; just had a healthy, little bouncing baby boy of her own....Yeah for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McMinn&lt;/span&gt; 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...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097112378748251906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RryUs-uJLwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2_ksazlLZqo/s320/21+weeks+Both.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; sweet!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097112696575831842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RryU_euJLyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ze4rvjPaU8Y/s320/21+weeks+Baby+B.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then right back to being boys... :) This is Baby B with Baby A's foot in his his face! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097112524777139986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RryU1euJLxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/eV_Mc1RS8Qw/s320/21+weeks+Baby+A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Baby A sucking his thumb. He did this the WHOLE time we were doing the scan (about 30 minutes!!). It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple of people have suggested that we get two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;babydolls&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;babydolls&lt;/span&gt;. :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097115045922942770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RryXIOuJLzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/A4ja6biETYQ/s320/IMG_2524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Jackson "loving his babies." He's gonna be a great big brother!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gettin to be a Big Momma!! :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097116106779864898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RryYF-uJL0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/wlapaRhHVW8/s320/IMG_2535ed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;21 Week Belly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Girl's Night Out!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097118864148868946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RryameuJL1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/_czlVW-CyoE/s320/IMG_2530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;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!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-3068495102264881349?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/3068495102264881349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=3068495102264881349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/3068495102264881349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/3068495102264881349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/08/babies-babydolls-bellies-bowling.html' title='Babies, Babydolls, Bellies &amp; Bowling'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RryUs-uJLwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2_ksazlLZqo/s72-c/21+weeks+Both.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-7259695527124941575</id><published>2007-07-31T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:47:41.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson and the "Baquoom" (AKA Vacuum)</title><content type='html'>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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; 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, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;baquoom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;baquoom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;baquoom&lt;/span&gt;" 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." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093379541066919634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rq9RtOuJLtI/AAAAAAAAANg/nMUbDz39Ccw/s320/IMG_2516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093380172427112178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rq9SR-uJLvI/AAAAAAAAANw/g5FvOqU6xgc/s320/IMG_2518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-7259695527124941575?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/7259695527124941575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=7259695527124941575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/7259695527124941575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/7259695527124941575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/07/jackson-and-baquoom-aka-vacuum.html' title='Jackson and the &quot;Baquoom&quot; (AKA Vacuum)'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rq9RtOuJLtI/AAAAAAAAANg/nMUbDz39Ccw/s72-c/IMG_2516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-6276208637945326658</id><published>2007-07-16T04:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T05:02:09.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;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?!?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087726245135801794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rps8EGPAXcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nWQ8gvW1SyA/s320/IMG_2483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087725562236001714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rps7cWPAXbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/p3Jlhx8kFyk/s320/IMG_2481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a little, dead beetle on this leaf. They were AMAZED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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."&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rps-SWPAXfI/AAAAAAAAANA/UKjRf67TrgI/s1600-h/IMG_2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087728688972193266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rps-SWPAXfI/AAAAAAAAANA/UKjRf67TrgI/s320/IMG_2485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rps-omPAXgI/AAAAAAAAANI/Py_wikG_adU/s1600-h/IMG_2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087729071224282626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rps-omPAXgI/AAAAAAAAANI/Py_wikG_adU/s320/IMG_2488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087730428433948178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rps_3mPAXhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_I7NCUB12Ho/s320/IMG_2500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087731098448846370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RptAemPAXiI/AAAAAAAAANY/5xjHCf2Usyk/s320/IMG_2491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-6276208637945326658?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/6276208637945326658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=6276208637945326658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6276208637945326658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6276208637945326658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/07/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days...'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rps8EGPAXcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nWQ8gvW1SyA/s72-c/IMG_2483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-5719662121004904323</id><published>2007-07-11T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T03:37:30.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Oh Boy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;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...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085851857077792130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RpSTUWlh7YI/AAAAAAAAAMI/mNFVcjnxc9c/s320/16+week+little+foot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baby B with Baby A's sweet little foot (see it? on the left...)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085850379609042290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RpSR-Wlh7XI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ny3uz-fjC9E/s320/16+week+legs+%26+arms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085853420445887890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RpSUvWlh7ZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/N4swbGyPz4M/s320/16+week+Baby+A.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baby A lounging in there. :) (sorry it's crooked)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085855048238493090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RpSWOGlh7aI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CtbxY0_KgU4/s320/IMG_2470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After Church last Sunday.... My sweet baby.  I love the "one sock up and one sock down" action! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-5719662121004904323?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/5719662121004904323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=5719662121004904323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/5719662121004904323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/5719662121004904323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/07/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy Oh Boy!!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RpSTUWlh7YI/AAAAAAAAAMI/mNFVcjnxc9c/s72-c/16+week+little+foot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-4014272854556689532</id><published>2007-06-27T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T04:11:42.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Cash is Here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="2fa69687"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081035454982253874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RoN202lh7TI/AAAAAAAAALU/XJZkXRN-pLM/s320/IMG_2469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tanner Cash arrived today!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;9 lbs 2 oz and 21 inches long!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a big boy!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Congratulations Tony, Jamie, Big Sister Mia Madelyn, and Big Brother McGraw!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We Love Y'all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-4014272854556689532?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/4014272854556689532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=4014272854556689532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/4014272854556689532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/4014272854556689532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-cash-is-here.html' title='Baby Cash is Here!!!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RoN202lh7TI/AAAAAAAAALU/XJZkXRN-pLM/s72-c/IMG_2469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-1866727232033529211</id><published>2007-06-23T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T19:57:53.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins Are Doing Grrreat!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote id="3dae6e50"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been watching WAY too much Discovery Channel lately about Twin-Twin Transfusion Syndrome. So, by the time Jason got home on Friday (he's been out of town), I had myself completely convinced that something was wrong with the babies. I know--I am a hysterical, hormonal Momma. Anyway, the good news is--Kim &amp; Shane, some great friends of ours, relieved my worries by doing a scan and checking on the twins for us today. They are doing perfectly!! They have grown, have strong heartbeats, and were happily kicking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; in the head! :) SERIOUSLY! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079388258379738242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rn2ctZEDrII/AAAAAAAAALE/mVlXvTUzPeI/s320/14+weeks+Baby+B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;'Baby B'&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079388163890457714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rn2cn5EDrHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TyxfrhwYhik/s320/14+weeks+-+Baby+A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 'Baby A'&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079388082286079074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rn2cjJEDrGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/d-_OmlgOqNE/s320/14+week+both.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 'Baby A' Kicking 'Baby B'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079389108783262866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rn2de5EDrJI/AAAAAAAAALM/zM49VsZilnw/s320/14+weeks+Baby+B+kicking+Baby+A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And...'Baby B' Kicking 'Baby A' Back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079387798818237506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rn2cSpEDrEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6RIcY-thLnc/s320/14+week+belly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;14 Week Belly - &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Julie, I thought you'd never ask) ; ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, and by the way, I promised Jason...No more Discovery Channel or TLC about twins until these two get here!! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-1866727232033529211?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/1866727232033529211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=1866727232033529211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/1866727232033529211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/1866727232033529211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/06/twins-are-doing-grrreat.html' title='Twins Are Doing Grrreat!!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rn2ctZEDrII/AAAAAAAAALE/mVlXvTUzPeI/s72-c/14+weeks+Baby+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-2881194655706597389</id><published>2007-06-18T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:07:40.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Orange Beach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RnasOZEDrCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/rPe3suA3Sg0/s1600-h/IMG_2463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077434993152863266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RnasOZEDrCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/rPe3suA3Sg0/s320/IMG_2463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ozier&lt;/span&gt; Family trip was this past weekend. Jackson had a great time visiting with all his Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins, and, of course, Mimi and Grandad too. He played and played!  By the time we got home yesterday, our little boy was pooped! Here are some pictures from the trip...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077434378972539906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RnarqpEDrAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nk5o0TY0R90/s320/IMG_2457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077434705390054418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rnar9pEDrBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iEb6W4coG7o/s320/IMG_2459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077435465599265842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rnasp5EDrDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Hh7URJDD_YI/s320/IMG_2465.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The twins are doing great, by the way.  I will blog about our last doctor visit soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-2881194655706597389?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/2881194655706597389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=2881194655706597389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/2881194655706597389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/2881194655706597389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/06/greetings-from-orange-beach.html' title='Greetings from Orange Beach...'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RnasOZEDrCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/rPe3suA3Sg0/s72-c/IMG_2463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-8818080877337715035</id><published>2007-06-08T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T08:23:51.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Years Have Come and Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmezuZEDq2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/A5PmTr0_7Tc/s1600-h/Pictures+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073221114839411554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmezuZEDq2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/A5PmTr0_7Tc/s320/Pictures+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; June 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2001...The only day that rivals it is the day Jackson was born. It was only 6 years ago, but I can barely remember a time before. The day was perfect. I know every bride feels that way, and for me, it is so true. It did rain that day...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073223069049531250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rme1gJEDq3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/mUiv57yzWd8/s320/Pictures+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the cake server broke after the toast...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073223541495933826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rme17pEDq4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/mboPXuAGohE/s320/Pictures+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the only thing I was worried about was this precious man realizing what a bum deal he was getting and running for the door! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Just kidding honey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously though, I do not deserve this wonderful husband, but God gave him to me anyway. I love you sweetie! Happy Anniversary! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of my favorite pictures of our wedding day...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073229082003745682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rme6-JEDq5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/i9LEFMAaFeI/s320/Pictures+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Moments after the ceremony....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073230349019098066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rme8H5EDq9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/o7mkQZoHSVU/s320/Pictures+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jason helping me with my dress..."What do I do with all this stuff??"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073234107115482098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rme_ipEDq_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/r_E0VQAR1h4/s320/Pictures+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Off to the reception...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073230580947332066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rme8VZEDq-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/C3YsjlcNiJc/s320/Pictures+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is there anything better than dancing with your Prince Charming??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073229898047531970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rme7tpEDq8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/5NWrKAGHsW4/s320/Pictures+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love his smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073229477140736946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rme7VJEDq7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Wt9Id7qC8R4/s320/Pictures+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beginning&lt;/span&gt; our new life together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-8818080877337715035?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/8818080877337715035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=8818080877337715035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/8818080877337715035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/8818080877337715035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/06/6-years-have-come-and-gone.html' title='6 Years Have Come and Gone...'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmezuZEDq2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/A5PmTr0_7Tc/s72-c/Pictures+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-1437027180374467193</id><published>2007-06-03T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:57:20.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surf's Up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071478396319800722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGCu0q1nZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1BOjhpxXpz8/s320/IMG_2329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Since he was really too little last year to enjoy it, Jason and I couldn't wait to take Jackson to the beach this summer to show him the ocean and let him play in the sand. Well, we discovered that we have quite a little beach bum on our hands! He LOVED it!! He would belly flop into a big pile of soft sand and roll around in it or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waller&lt;/span&gt; in it" as my dad would say. :) Jason dug a couple of big holes in the sand, and Jackson would crawl into one from the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;squealing&lt;/span&gt; the whole time! He loved to chase the Seagulls too, but his favorite game was to stand close to the ocean and wait for the water to wash up and almost touch his feet. Then he would turn and run--like he was playing tag with the water! It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; funny! He laughed and laughed! Here are a few pictures from this summer so far.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGMKEq1nmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VuM8orOm0QY/s1600-h/IMG_2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071488760075886178" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGMKEq1nmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VuM8orOm0QY/s320/IMG_2387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGKJkq1nlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/bpmVxC80J10/s1600-h/IMG_2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071486552462696018" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGKJkq1nlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/bpmVxC80J10/s320/IMG_2389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071480792911551954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGE6Uq1ndI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jDOqW7aaqUg/s320/IMG_2336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGEjEq1ncI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oD0FzF8LWTA/s1600-h/IMG_2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071480393479593410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGEjEq1ncI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oD0FzF8LWTA/s320/IMG_2337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGEQEq1nbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fv1ziGF2G80/s1600-h/IMG_2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071480067062078898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGEQEq1nbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fv1ziGF2G80/s320/IMG_2334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGGPUq1nfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1sx6PwojbUk/s1600-h/IMG_2383ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071482253200432626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGGPUq1nfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1sx6PwojbUk/s320/IMG_2383ed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGF8kq1neI/AAAAAAAAAHs/i5Corg7Lkbk/s1600-h/IMG_2382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071481931077885410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGF8kq1neI/AAAAAAAAAHs/i5Corg7Lkbk/s320/IMG_2382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGImkq1njI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DLYtpSNe7SA/s1600-h/IMG_2403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071484851655646770" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGImkq1njI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DLYtpSNe7SA/s320/IMG_2403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGJLEq1nkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zGhd-vAmoN4/s1600-h/IMG_2411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071485478720872002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGJLEq1nkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zGhd-vAmoN4/s320/IMG_2411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGJLEq1nkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zGhd-vAmoN4/s1600-h/IMG_2411.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGIS0q1niI/AAAAAAAAAIM/13yXsoZOwvc/s1600-h/IMG_2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGJLEq1nkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zGhd-vAmoN4/s1600-h/IMG_2411.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGJLEq1nkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zGhd-vAmoN4/s1600-h/IMG_2411.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGIS0q1niI/AAAAAAAAAIM/13yXsoZOwvc/s1600-h/IMG_2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071484512353230370" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGIS0q1niI/AAAAAAAAAIM/13yXsoZOwvc/s320/IMG_2401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGIS0q1niI/AAAAAAAAAIM/13yXsoZOwvc/s1600-h/IMG_2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGIS0q1niI/AAAAAAAAAIM/13yXsoZOwvc/s1600-h/IMG_2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-1437027180374467193?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/1437027180374467193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=1437027180374467193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/1437027180374467193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/1437027180374467193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-lovin-had-us-blast.html' title='Surf&apos;s Up!!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGCu0q1nZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1BOjhpxXpz8/s72-c/IMG_2329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-9032148797940378053</id><published>2007-06-02T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T09:38:31.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the Babies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Some cramping sent us to the doctor before our next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scheduled&lt;/span&gt; appointment. We discovered that all is well with the babies. Yeah!! They have grown, have strong heartbeats, and we found out that they are identical for sure. Missy called them "Mono-Di" twins, which, I think, means one egg/two sacs...Anyway, they share the same placenta which carries risks, but they have their own little sacs inside the big sac which is a good thing (no umbilical cord entanglement...). Here's a few new pictures of the munchkins...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071476025497853314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGAk0q1nYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9kRtbEbfTtI/s320/Baby+A+10+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby "A" (On his/her side...see those precious little fingers and toes??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071194748089638226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmCAwUq1nVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hAmmX6HsL0Y/s320/Baby+B+10+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby "B" (Belly up...looking straight up at the camera.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071194881233624418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmCA4Eq1nWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6iaB-KgdFr8/s320/Twins+10+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Both. (Their heads are almost touching)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-9032148797940378053?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/9032148797940378053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=9032148797940378053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/9032148797940378053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/9032148797940378053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/06/update-on-babies.html' title='Update on the Babies...'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmGAk0q1nYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9kRtbEbfTtI/s72-c/Baby+A+10+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-7241972527389697967</id><published>2007-06-01T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:05:55.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn Those Pregnancy Cravings!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmAv1Eq1nTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lPI8QGDvz6s/s1600-h/IMG_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071105769252166962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmAv1Eq1nTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lPI8QGDvz6s/s320/IMG_2227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Jackson &amp;amp; Daddy at The New Orleans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aquarium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;, but I just have to tell it to brag on my precious husband. Last night "someone who shall remain nameless" woke up in the middle of the night with major Morning Sickness--Why do they call it that anyway?? It does NOT only happen in the morning! They should call it Morning, Noon, Afternoon, and Night Sickness! Anyway, back to the story... It seemed to this certain "nameless" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;individual&lt;/span&gt; that NOTHING would make said Morning Sickness go away other than a burrito. So, her fearless rescuer, AKA Jason, set out at midnight looking for a magic burrito. Taco Bell and Sonic were both closed (gross, I know). So, my sweet, dear, precious husband ended up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Mart to buy eggs, cheese, tortillas, and salsa. Then he came home and made me a breakfast burrito AT 1 AM!!! My HERO!!! They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; good! I SCARFED them down and then fell fast asleep. As if he weren't already a wonderful husband, a loving father, and the very best friend I could ask for... I love this man!! I am a very lucky girl (and pregnant lady too :) )! Thanks sweetheart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-7241972527389697967?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/7241972527389697967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=7241972527389697967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/7241972527389697967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/7241972527389697967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/06/darn-those-pregnancy-cravings.html' title='Darn Those Pregnancy Cravings!!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RmAv1Eq1nTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lPI8QGDvz6s/s72-c/IMG_2227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-7876003964885829390</id><published>2007-05-31T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:46:37.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rl7pFkq1nQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3vm8pfwbuyo/s1600-h/IMG_2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070746512417725698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rl7pFkq1nQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3vm8pfwbuyo/s320/IMG_2365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was about time to update this...I know, I know... but SO much has happened...I don't really know where to begin. For starters, Jackson is growing like a little weed! He is such an adorable little man with such personality! I will blog much more about him soon...but for now, this is a recent picture of him lounging by the pool, sharing his Cheetos with Miss Brogan--quite the little gentlemen, I must say! :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070745782273285362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rl7obEq1nPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/P9tn4A4t4iU/s320/IMG_2414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you may have heard, Jackson is going to be a big brother--Yeah!!--and Jason and I got the shock of our lives a couple of weeks ago when we were at the doctor for our first OB visit. During our first sonogram, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nurse&lt;/span&gt; looked at us shyly and said, "Um...were you on fertility medication?" "No," we replied. "Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;...well, there are two in here," and that's how the twins made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; debut!! Double Yeah!!! This is their first picture...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070749596204244242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rl7r5Eq1nRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/54UtBYpu2cM/s320/Twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; thrilled!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-7876003964885829390?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/7876003964885829390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=7876003964885829390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/7876003964885829390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/7876003964885829390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/05/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/Rl7pFkq1nQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3vm8pfwbuyo/s72-c/IMG_2365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-4714085378445403782</id><published>2007-02-25T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:41:21.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack-Jack's ONE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035705700015721234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/ReJrp2LYyxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4niJzbq3fuQ/s320/IMG_2063ed.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, Dear Jackson!! Happy Birthday to you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am such a big boy now! I have grown so much! I am a walking, climbing, full-fledged toddler! I give big, smack kisses and bear hugs! I love to jump, dance and shake my booty! I want to run so badly (but I don't have that one down yet). I say all kinds of things now, like--"Na Na" (for food), "Uh Oh", and "Nigh Nigh" (for Night Night). I can even tell you what a puppy says-- "Ruff Ruff"!! I am a very picky eater, but I will do almost anything for a "to-tie" (cookie). Oh, and I LOVE Barney! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackson's birthday party was SO much fun!! He was showered with presents, cake, cookies (er, ahem, "to-ties"), but, best of all, lots of hugs and kisses from friends and family that were able to come celebrate with us. Here are a few highlights: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035709604140993330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/ReJvNGLYyzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gHvqDNeWrFo/s320/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"How old are you Jack-Jack?" " I'm one (with one finger proudly held high)!!" That's what he is doing in this picture--even though it looks like he is picking his nose. :) We worked on that trick for about two weeks!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035710493199223618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/ReJwA2LYy0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Az2csRiShdw/s320/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Singing "Happy Birthday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035710995710397266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/ReJweGLYy1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/FkKTdyxttlI/s320/IMG_2086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blowing out his candle (Well, okay, Mom had to help).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035711476746734434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/ReJw6GLYy2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/C1UPIsf2A7w/s320/IMG_2087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"What's everybody staring at??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035712009322679154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/ReJxZGLYy3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/cwI8M2gl1Uo/s320/IMG_2092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Man! Mom and Dad NEVER let me do this!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yummm&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035719534105381778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/ReJ4PGLYy5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TrPrvnIcBx8/s320/IMG_2097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I LOVE my new backpack-o-toys!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not believe a year has come and gone! Our little man has changed our lives more than we could have ever imagined! He is such an unbelievable blessing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-4714085378445403782?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/4714085378445403782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=4714085378445403782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/4714085378445403782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/4714085378445403782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2007/02/jack-jacks-one.html' title='Jack-Jack&apos;s ONE!!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/ReJrp2LYyxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4niJzbq3fuQ/s72-c/IMG_2063ed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-6761669709036733935</id><published>2006-12-30T03:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T05:03:32.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's First Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackson's first Christmas was SO much fun!! It was a long couple of days for Jack-Jack, starting with Christmas Eve morning. I never realized how much we do during the holiday, but our sweet baby was pooped!!  On the way to church Christmas Eve morning...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014257330120016658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RZY4eZ4zwxI/AAAAAAAAABc/WO27VM05ZQE/s320/IMG_1905.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After the Christmas Eve night service at church...eating, playing, and watching Christmas movies at Grandad and Mimi's house...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014256831903810306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RZY4BZ4zwwI/AAAAAAAAABU/-EbGmngxjAQ/s320/IMG_1909.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Christmas Eve...just before bedtime. Santa will be here any minute!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014258756049158962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RZY5xZ4zwzI/AAAAAAAAABs/rqmdJQKxd9Q/s320/IMG_1916.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jackson is really excited to see what Santa will bring him tonight!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014258064559424290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RZY5JJ4zwyI/AAAAAAAAABk/oJkalySsaYc/s320/IMG_1911.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Christmas Morning...Mommy and Daddy were acting really excited, and there was all this stuff in his living room!! So, Jack-Jack wasn't too sure what was going on at first. After about 30 minutes or so, he warmed up to this race car...Then it was on!! He played and played!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014259855560786754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RZY6xZ4zw0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Kyp0lcfgawg/s320/IMG_1924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014270747597849522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RZZErZ4zw7I/AAAAAAAAACs/XWaqU77xCJg/s320/IMG_1946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Not sure who likes Jackson's new train table more-him or Daddy!? :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014261483353391970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RZY8QJ4zw2I/AAAAAAAAACE/-NMX0EyeFJY/s320/IMG_1938.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A family picture...Mommy and Daddy are looking a little sleepy!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014261899965219698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RZY8oZ4zw3I/AAAAAAAAACM/Ry6JsPXHQro/s320/IMG_1942ed2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That tradition I mentioned in a previous post--homemade cinnamon rolls by the fire. Jackson really liked them (yeah!! score for mommy!), but he had his with apple juice in his Snoopy sippy cup instead of the crystal glass! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014262406771360642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RZY9F54zw4I/AAAAAAAAACU/oJF3apYBK38/s320/IMG_1943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  Opening Presents from Mommy and Daddy--getting tired already Jack-Jack?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014263420383642514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RZY-A54zw5I/AAAAAAAAACc/B-mr1fXlIqE/s320/IMG_1956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  Then we were off to Mimi and Grandad's again for lunch and more presents! It was a long couple of days, but our baby made out like a bandit! So, he's not complaining! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014264184887821218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RZY-tZ4zw6I/AAAAAAAAACk/ETdv5Rc-BGU/s320/IMG_1974.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and has a happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-6761669709036733935?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/6761669709036733935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=6761669709036733935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6761669709036733935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6761669709036733935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/12/babys-first-christmas.html' title='Baby&apos;s First Christmas!!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RZY4eZ4zwxI/AAAAAAAAABc/WO27VM05ZQE/s72-c/IMG_1905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-3225005924775067658</id><published>2006-12-16T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:12:26.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Is 10 Months Old!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Jack-jack's 10 month birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009915298572387058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RYbLa54zwvI/AAAAAAAAABI/aq-euzBCfX8/s320/Baby+Pictures+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I can take 3 or 4 steps now, clap my hands, and I have ten teeth. I can say "da da," "mom," "ba ba," and my newest word--"duck"! I drink regular milk, and I LOVE sweet tea (yes, we are proud to have a "true southerner" on our hands). I am a big boy --25 lbs of chunky love!! My favorite time of the day is bath time at night with Daddy (It is the cutest, sweetest thing EVER! I will have to blog about that soon)...Our sweet, wonderful little boy sleeps through the night now too!!! Yeah for a full night's sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-3225005924775067658?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/3225005924775067658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=3225005924775067658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/3225005924775067658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/3225005924775067658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/12/jackson-is-10-months-old.html' title='Jackson Is 10 Months Old!!!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RYbLa54zwvI/AAAAAAAAABI/aq-euzBCfX8/s72-c/Baby+Pictures+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-6079667816595321470</id><published>2006-12-14T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:23:22.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Weird Things About Me</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged to list 6 weird things about myself...So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My sisters, Christy and Kim and I were born exactly 2 years, 1 month, and 1 day apart...(Christy - May 28, 1974, Me - June 29, 1976 Kim - July 30, 1978).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't STAND to be hungry--way more so than the average person, I think. I keep food with me at all times just in case I have "an emergency." I always have food in my purse and my car and Jackson's diaper bag...seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I always make "to do lists" but I never use them. I usually lose them and forget to do everything anyway... Jason just LOVES that about me (Sorry, Honey... :) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I LOVE to run. Most people think I am really weird for this one. It is really, honestly true though. I love, love, love to run! It makes me happy when I am sad, wakes me up when I am sleepy, and calms me down when I am mad. Plus, it is a great stress reliever! I am freakishly addicted to it, and haven't been able to do it much recently...probably why I have been such a basket-case :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am a huge pack-rat!! I save everything! I have most of my clothes from high school and college, and I will ask for a "to go" box for two bites of food left on my plate at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. I asked Jason to tell me something weird about me for number 6. He said" Well, you are pretty out of it most of the time...It's like you spend all your time over-analyzing the little things, and, so, you miss the big, everyday things." Tell me what you really think Jas!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008400020300310562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RYFpSGcPKCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hts02067fNE/s320/IMG_1502.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;How about being insanely addicted to Mississippi State sports?? I think that is pretty weird! This is the first time we took Jackson to the zoo **Note the headphones** Ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-6079667816595321470?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/6079667816595321470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=6079667816595321470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6079667816595321470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6079667816595321470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/12/6-weird-things-about-me.html' title='6 Weird Things About Me'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RYFpSGcPKCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hts02067fNE/s72-c/IMG_1502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-5303506342299111752</id><published>2006-12-13T07:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T08:06:36.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over the weekend, Jason and I were thinking about what our life was like just one year ago. It amazes me to think how our life has changed (and how much we have changed!) in just that short amount of time. We talked about how Christmas will be so different this year, and how our "wants" are so different than ever before. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008003092307716098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RYAAR2cPKAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0fhaa6geaf8/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christmas Eve 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008004050085423122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RYABJmcPKBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Nhb86zPmDeE/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christmas Morning 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A tradition at our house ...homemade cinnamon rolls Christmas morning by the fire...I wonder how this will change?? Will we still use the china and crystal, or heck, if we will even sit down to eat!? Ha! Honestly, I would rather hear Jackson's sweet squeals when he sees all those new toys any day! The things you give up, but, oh, the blessings you get! I can't wait!! We are so blessed!! Everyone says that having children changes you, and it is so true--thank goodness!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-5303506342299111752?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/5303506342299111752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=5303506342299111752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/5303506342299111752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/5303506342299111752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/12/memories.html' title='Christmas Memories...'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RYAAR2cPKAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0fhaa6geaf8/s72-c/IMG_0306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-1823595135740254098</id><published>2006-12-12T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T08:09:18.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Met Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RX62kyyPnZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-AkwND5ibSk/s1600-h/Jackson&amp;Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007640578906627474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RX62kyyPnZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-AkwND5ibSk/s320/Jackson%26Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackson got all dressed up his new reindeer outfit, and went to meet Santa this past weekend! It was really fun! Well, Jack wasn't too sure about the big, scary man with a beard at first, but he warmed up to him after a couple of minutes. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**Note the black-eye (just in time for Santa Claus pictures! :) Oh, well! It will be a good story to tell him one day! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Jason, Jack-jack, and I all went to lunch, and Jackson ate his FAVORITE meal--french fries and sweet tea (out of a straw, might I add...that's his newest trick! Yeah for Mommy and Daddy!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-1823595135740254098?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/1823595135740254098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=1823595135740254098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/1823595135740254098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/1823595135740254098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/12/jackson-got-to-meet-santa.html' title='Jackson Met Santa!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RX62kyyPnZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-AkwND5ibSk/s72-c/Jackson%26Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-3370541609705226042</id><published>2006-12-11T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T09:14:28.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Son, "Rocky"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackson had his first run-in with the school bully...(just kidding). He actually had a run-in with an iron bed post! The nurse said, "Take lots of pictures! This is his first official black eye!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007287473761300850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RX11bXnOMXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y5xihqK5P7c/s320/backeye.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at our poor baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-3370541609705226042?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/3370541609705226042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=3370541609705226042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/3370541609705226042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/3370541609705226042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-son-rocky.html' title='Our Son, &quot;Rocky&quot;'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dd0d6uXvd-w/RX11bXnOMXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y5xihqK5P7c/s72-c/backeye.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-3308186789981932711</id><published>2006-12-01T06:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T10:07:20.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack-Jack And The Gingerbread Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/362440/IMG_1773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/945864/IMG_1773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ozier&lt;/span&gt; bought Jason and I this gingerbread man a few years ago. It sings and dances. So, I thought Jackson would love it, and at first he seemed to. Then I turned it on (so it would sing and dance)... he just stood there and stared at it like he was in a trance or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/264118/IMG_1769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/151401/IMG_1771.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then all of a sudden, turned toward me and bolted outta there-- like, "Mommy, help! It's gonna get me!!"&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/599797/IMG_1772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After a while he seemed to warm up to it again. I put it next to him on the floor, and he played with it VERY cautiously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/73825/IMG_1774.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/182209/IMG_1776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of our friends have always said this thing freaked them out too...I guess they were right...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/54344/IMG_1775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-3308186789981932711?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/3308186789981932711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=3308186789981932711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/3308186789981932711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/3308186789981932711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/11/jack-jack-and-gingerbread-man.html' title='Jack-Jack And The Gingerbread Man'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-5955675954252710698</id><published>2006-11-30T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:27:46.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Caroline Came To Town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We FINALLY got to meet Miss Caroline this week!! Look how beautiful she is!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/296578/IMG_1760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all thought, "Oh, how sweet! Let's get a picture of all "The Jamies" with their babies!" Ha ha! The kids were NOT feeling photogenic (except Caroline Grace--she was an angel). Hmmmm...why does that sound so familiar (mine and Jefcoat's throwing fits and Surber's going with the flow)???  Ha! Check out this hilarious picture!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/825744/IMG_1762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-5955675954252710698?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/5955675954252710698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=5955675954252710698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/5955675954252710698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/5955675954252710698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/11/baby-caroline-came-to-town.html' title='Baby Caroline Came To Town!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-4067992675177986777</id><published>2006-11-29T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T10:22:55.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Problem To Confess...</title><content type='html'>I take A LOT of pictures of my child--I mean it... A LOT!! Anyway, I thought I would share some of the recent ones. I can't help it darn it! He's so stinking cute! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Helping" with the laundry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/218135/IMG_1672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/164601/IMG_1672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/607024/IMG_1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bedtime?? I'm not sleepy!"&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/967831/IMG_1396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/184915/IMG_1396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dance moves...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/710095/IMG_1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/586538/IMG_1616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the park...I look like my Daddy in this one.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/67262/IMG_1639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/327376/IMG_1639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/52601/IMG_1588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/742736/IMG_1588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously, Mom. You have that camera again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/291143/IMG_1559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/746847/IMG_1559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cutie Patootie!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/108484/IMG_1677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/859675/IMG_1677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/108484/IMG_1677.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/108484/IMG_1677.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/108484/IMG_1677.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/108484/IMG_1677.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/108484/IMG_1677.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/108484/IMG_1677.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is what happens when Mommy lets Daddy dress me...Jason said, "What? It's two shades of red. That doesn't match?" Let's not even TALK about how LONG these pants are!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/607024/IMG_1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/464006/IMG_1684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/607024/IMG_1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/607024/IMG_1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the stairs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/2059/IMG_1651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/474903/IMG_1651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/93076/IMG_1672.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/93076/IMG_1672.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/93076/IMG_1672.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/93076/IMG_1672.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/93076/IMG_1672.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-4067992675177986777?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/4067992675177986777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=4067992675177986777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/4067992675177986777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/4067992675177986777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-problem-to-confess.html' title='I Have A Problem To Confess...'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-6170062260123985229</id><published>2006-11-27T06:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T07:37:01.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We made it to Texas to see my family and had a really good time (ate WAY too much)! Jackson had a blast playing with his cousins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/470943/IMG_1731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jack-Jack &amp; Benny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/155550/IMG_1733.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jackson &amp; Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and Aunt Kim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/436417/IMG_1741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and he LOVED playing with Papa's glasses...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/120729/IMG_1728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is too funny not to show y'all...There hasn't been a baby at my Mom's house in Fort Worth in a long time. So,when it was time to eat Thanksgiving dinner, there wasn't a highchair for Jackson. We improvised...This is Lauren's old car seat strapped to my Mom's dinning room chair with an old quilt to catch the spills...It was too funny! BUT Jack wasn't too thrilled about it. He wanted out pretty quickly, but I was able to catch a picture...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/236202/IMG_1724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a terrific Thanksgiving!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-6170062260123985229?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/6170062260123985229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=6170062260123985229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6170062260123985229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/6170062260123985229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-15850424857629390</id><published>2006-11-21T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:33:18.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day At The Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/622451/IMG_1685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/578870/IMG_1685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Enjoying my first "Happy Meal" at the park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the park this weekend with my friend, Ali, and Jackson's first little friend, Connor. Connor says "Jack-Jack"...It's SO cute! He teaches Jackson all sorts of things like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to drink from a cup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/753072/IMG_1687.jpg" border="0" /&gt; How to climb... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/880889/IMG_1682.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/94671/IMG_1692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How to play peek-a-boo...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/308164/IMG_1678.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And how to raid the pantry (just kidding Connor:) )...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/681004/IMG_1688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-15850424857629390?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/15850424857629390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=15850424857629390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/15850424857629390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/15850424857629390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/11/beautiful-day-at-park.html' title='A Beautiful Day At The Park'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-562712009909310156</id><published>2006-11-20T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:39:32.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby's Mobile!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/412858/IMG_1710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/708749/IMG_1712.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jack-jack took his first steps Saturday night!!! YEAH!!!! Then he did it again this morning! I can't believe how fast he is growing (and walking :) )...He definitely has his daddy's "abundant" energy :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/924925/IMG_1694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/312221/IMG_1694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/168154/IMG_1695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/293542/IMG_1695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He LOVES to practice walking behind this toy!!! But sometimes still falls down...It goes so fast! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-562712009909310156?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/562712009909310156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=562712009909310156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/562712009909310156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/562712009909310156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/11/our-babys-mobile.html' title='Our Baby&apos;s Mobile!!!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-1023544481562166114</id><published>2006-11-19T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T15:39:25.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jefcoat's Pregnant (again)!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/292589/IMG_0752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/545490/IMG_0752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/51060/IMG_0752.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jamie, Tony, Mia Madelyn, and McGraw on Mother's Day 2006&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my dearest friends just found out she is going to be a mommy for the third time. God really blessed her to be an awesome mother (that is probably why he has given her so many babies so fast :) ...). For those of you who do not know her, she has the most adorable year-and-a-half old twins, Mia Madelyn and McGraw. They are as sweet as can be and are going to be the best big brother and big sister to the new baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO excited for them, and if ANYBODY can handle 3 babies under the age three, it's Jamie. Congratulations Jamie &amp; Tony!! I love you guys and my prayer is that you have a wonderful, completely uneventful pregnancy, and a healthy new addition to your already adorable family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/890844/IMG_1430ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The night before she found out she was pregnant... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-1023544481562166114?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/1023544481562166114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=1023544481562166114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/1023544481562166114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/1023544481562166114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/11/jefcoats-pregnant-again.html' title='Jefcoat&apos;s Pregnant (again)!!!'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-4354766607937215348</id><published>2006-11-18T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T09:29:41.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Bulldog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/367595/Bulldog%20Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/864887/Bulldog%20Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Mississippi State's last home football game of the season. In honor of it, I thought I would share the story of Jackson's first trip to a game... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason and I were SO excited to take him to Starkville ...Okay, mostly Jason (If you don't know my husband well, let me explain it to you like this...In his life, there is God, Family, and The Mississippi State Bulldogs--in that order-- and I am NOT exaggerating!). This is a picture of the field at Jackson's first game...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/245641/IMG_1300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right when we got onto campus, Jackson's little lip started to turn out (all the people and noise, I suppose..). When we walked up the the tailgate, everyone was excited for him to be there, and gathered around him. He looked up at Jason and I and shrieked! I had never seen him cry like that before other than when he got his shots! Right then we knew this was not going to be the day we had planned, BUT Daddy was still REALLY excited to be there with his pride and joy...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/889522/IMG_1301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/75742/IMG_1304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We decided to "just try" to take him into the game. He was NOT happy, but after he got used to the crowd and the noise, he started to look around a little bit to see what all the fuss was about (still had that lip turned out...look how excited Jason is in ALL the pictures :) ...)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/346840/IMG_1303.jpg" border="0" /&gt; He was doing okay for about 10 minutes--until kickoff. When the crowd roared for the first time, he went ballistic! That was it for me....So, Mommy and Jackson left the game, and went to hang out at the tailgate. It was hot that day. So, Jack-Jack got to strip down and work on his crawling, and I got to raid the yummy tailgate food!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/869763/IMG_1307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/555262/IMG_1305.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll try again next year. We KNOW he is a true bulldog fan at heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-4354766607937215348?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/4354766607937215348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=4354766607937215348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/4354766607937215348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/4354766607937215348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/11/our-little-bulldog.html' title='Our Little Bulldog'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-7138938204394376329</id><published>2006-11-17T08:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T20:52:47.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Bradley Ozier (Continued Again...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/jackson3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/jackson3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, other than some pretty rough morning sickness and 35 lbs. flying on me faster than you can say "cheeseburger", I had a great pregnancy. Well, that is, until Jackson decided he wanted to make an early appearance. At 29 weeks, we were put on bed rest to keep his little booty in there, and (thanks to Missy, certainly NOT me--I wasn't the best patient :) ) we made it to week 37 (to the day)... Jackson was born on February 16th weighing in at at a hefty 7 lbs (pretty good for three weeks early!!). This is us (nervously) getting ready to go to the hospital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/leaving%20for%20hospital%20daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/leaving%20for%20hospital%20mommy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/leaving%20for%20hospital%20daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belly Pics!! I know, I know, but I don't love ANYTHING better than a pregnant belly!! So, I am gonna show mine off!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/200/10%20weeks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 10 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/200/14%20weeks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;14 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/200/19%20weeks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18 weeks &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/200/21%20weeks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 22 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/200/26%20weeks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;26 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/200/30%20weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;30 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/200/34%20weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;34 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-7138938204394376329?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/7138938204394376329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=7138938204394376329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/7138938204394376329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/7138938204394376329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/11/jackson-bradley-ozier-continued-again.html' title='Jackson Bradley Ozier (Continued Again...)'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-8080756893355204024</id><published>2006-11-16T08:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:08:17.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jack-Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackson is nine months old today !!! Look at our big boy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/IMG_1667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I now have eight teeth (and is cutting some more right now...no, we ARE NOT sleeping :) ). I can walk around holding on to stuff, but still fall down when I let go. I LOVE the stairs at my house and can crawl up them all by myself (scary, i know...we had to put up a gate last weekend..). I can say "da", "ma ma", and "ba ba." I am just starting to eat big people food, and I discovered this week that I love french fries and ketchup!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/IMG_1670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-8080756893355204024?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/8080756893355204024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=8080756893355204024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/8080756893355204024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/8080756893355204024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-jack-jack.html' title='Happy Birthday Jack-Jack'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-2766958215945265722</id><published>2006-11-16T06:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T06:25:49.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Bradley Ozier (Continued...)</title><content type='html'>When people used to tell me, "We heard the heartbeat for the first time!!" Honestly, I thought, "big deal...it's a heartbeat...everybody has one..." That is, until I heard Jackson's. That little "whoosh-whoosh" sound says, "We are gonna be parents for real!!" and "Mommy and Daddy, everything is going okay so far. I am alright in here..." I will never forget hearing it and seeing his little peanut-shaped body on the screen. This is his first picture ever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/IMG_0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-2766958215945265722?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/2766958215945265722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=2766958215945265722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/2766958215945265722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/2766958215945265722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/11/jackson-bradley-ozier-continued.html' title='Jackson Bradley Ozier (Continued...)'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-596821469348337910</id><published>2006-11-15T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:46:54.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Bradley Ozier</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/IMG_0509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to back up a little bit, and tell Jack-Jack's story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I had been married for 4 years and had just moved back to Mississippi from Fort Worth. We had n&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/iloveudaddybelly.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/iloveudaddybelly.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ot been trying to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;, but we had been told by my former doctor that I would need to take fertility medication to get pregnant. So, we were a little nervous that it would be hard for us to have a baby. One afternoon I started feeling kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. First of all, I wanted a cheeseburger and chili cheese fries for dinner (if you knew me before I was pregnant, you know how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; THAT is). After dinner, I fell asleep really early and when I woke up to get ready for bed, I was really hot and REALLY nauseated. I stayed home from work the next day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I was sick ALL night long. That next morning, I thought "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...I wonder..." When I took the home test, I didn't believe the results. I took a picture of the test stick and emailed it to my mom for a second opinion. She opened the email and screamed, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!! You are pregnant!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jason got home, I told him that he had a surprise waiting for him at our house (we were building our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hous&lt;/span&gt;e at the time). When we got there, I took him to the room that we had already decided would be the nursery "when we had a baby." I gave him a card and a gold&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/IMG_0084.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/IMG_0084.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; box. The card said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt; Day will be extra special this year.... Can you guess why?" He looked at me, completely puzzled. Then he opened the box which was lined with baby rattle paper and held a pacifier tied with a big ribbon. He looked up at me and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Nuh&lt;/span&gt; uh." I smiled and shook my head yes. He said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Nuh&lt;/span&gt; uh!!" Then I lifted up my shirt and showed him my belly (see picture).. He said, "I need to sit down." (see picture :) )...We hugged and cried...It was very, very special day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-596821469348337910?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/596821469348337910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=596821469348337910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/596821469348337910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/596821469348337910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/11/jackson-bradley-ozier.html' title='Jackson Bradley Ozier'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-1534935768999903933</id><published>2006-11-15T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:45:47.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/IMG_0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/IMG_0651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I thought I should introduce us properly... :) We are the Ozier family...Jason and I met at Mississippi Sate University (go dawgs). We have been married for 5 wonderful years and just had our first sweet little boy--Jackson Bradley--he is 9 months old now, and very, very busy!  Jason is a pharma rep, and I am a stay at home momma! Life is good...really, really good! :) I am doing this blog because I really want to keep friends and family updated on Jackson and our life way over here in Mississippi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-1534935768999903933?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/1534935768999903933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=1534935768999903933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/1534935768999903933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/1534935768999903933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/11/our-family.html' title='Our Family...'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111961549953262031.post-8202690136471115430</id><published>2006-11-15T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:00:26.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trial Run...</title><content type='html'>Let's see if this works...I know most of you got this through email, but i need a "test blog"... :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, my child is SO funny! jackson was having a blast playing and playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/IMG_1620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/IMG_1622.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he started to get a little fussy....so, i gave him a snack in his highchair....but it turned out that he wasn't hungry.... just sleepy.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/IMG_1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/IMG_1624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY sleepy... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/IMG_1627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/IMG_1627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/1600/IMG_1625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/463/257807806390779/320/IMG_1625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes, i did feel bad snapping pictures of him with his face smashed like this...but i rescued him RIGHT AFTER i took the pics...i promise mom!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111961549953262031-8202690136471115430?l=theoziers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/feeds/8202690136471115430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2111961549953262031&amp;postID=8202690136471115430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/8202690136471115430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2111961549953262031/posts/default/8202690136471115430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoziers.blogspot.com/2006/11/trial-run.html' title='Trial Run...'/><author><name>Ozier Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15214132987489365087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujSvinJwD8/Tg9Y-Cf30kI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O4meRH0NLB8/s220/IMG_4346ed1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
