tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217694122024-03-06T21:53:36.638-08:0029,000 people and a million butterfliesMy personal blog to share with family and friends.Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.comBlogger341125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-31027081158109254162012-08-15T20:25:00.000-07:002012-08-18T20:30:40.136-07:001st Day of Preschool<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Today Connor started his first day of preschool. He was very excited to be going to school like Dillon. Like every middle child, he had to share his big day. Brenna will be joining him for the year.</div>
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Dillon has had a loose tooth for the last few weeks but tonight it fell out. Yesterday he had a dentist appointment and the dentist said that based on the x-rays it will probably take two weeks for him to lose it. </div>
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Tonight he had the bottom of his shirt in his mouth exposing his stomach while standing next to Brenna. She pretended to lunge at him to tickle his belly. Dillon took a step back and yanked his shirt down quickly, snagging it on his loose tooth. He glanced down at the tooth on the ground and then looked up at me with a scared expression on his face, unsure of what just happened.</div>
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Christina got him a rag for the small amount of blood coming out of the hole. Connor and Brenna followed Dillon around, wanting to take turns looking at the tooth. A few minutes later as he was being tucked in to bed there was the following conversation:</div>
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Christina: What do you think the tooth fairy will bring you?</div>
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Dillon: A present.</div>
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Christina: Yes, and the present will be money.</div>
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Dillon: (Flashed his smile, now with a one less tooth.)</div>
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On Valentine's Day 2005, the Nixon family welcomed <a href="http://jimmienixon.blogspot.com/search/label/Otis">Otis Milhouse</a> into our home. On July 11, 2012, we said goodbye to him. We won't forget his short, black nose or his curly, wagging tail. We will remember him chasing his favorite stuffed teddy bear down the hallway and <a href="http://jimmienixon.blogspot.com/2008/04/ballas-wit-skillz.html">Dillon (in a Kobe jersey) dunking on Otis (in a Steve Nash jersey)</a>. He welcomed the three kids to the family with a friendly sniff. He was<a href="http://jimmienixon.blogspot.com/2008/05/hawaiian-shirts-pugs-in-strollers-and.html"> pushed in strollers</a>, <a href="http://jimmienixon.blogspot.com/2009/08/only-connor.html">played ball</a>, and <a href="http://jimmienixon.blogspot.com/2011/02/brennas-1st-birthday-party.html">ate birthday cake</a> with us. He will be missed.</div>
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<i>One of his first pictures taken... </i></div>
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<i>...and his last.</i></div>
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<br /></div>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-21671100004076402922012-02-27T20:18:00.002-08:002012-02-27T20:31:21.044-08:00Cultural Exchange<div>This weekend a group of international students from the Bay Area came to Sonora. The student that stayed at our house was named Dawei. Technically, he wasn't a student, but he still goes to the community Bible study that all the students attend.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dawei (pronounced Da-way) came over from China in 2008 to attend grad school in Pittsburgh and then moved to the Bay Area in 2010. It was great to hear about his experiences in Shanghai, China. We also had some great conversations about the American perception of China and Communism versus the realities.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thankfully, the Sonora community provides many opportunities to host international students and adults. We hope to take advantage of these opportunities in the future to help give our children a broader vision of the world.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuZFIb8B2kddJtzYYVYozkW3rWkbrEl8n5D1XFaMoF3eYDqTWsXUhqYd8zcoT9joB3wpXk4DECVFMGv0KEYU8vG50BB8ar4eXD7AZ5_-oV25YMqAwCNHCj8GYOkOLxljYaGg_RQ/s1600/Dawei+and+the+Nixons+2012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuZFIb8B2kddJtzYYVYozkW3rWkbrEl8n5D1XFaMoF3eYDqTWsXUhqYd8zcoT9joB3wpXk4DECVFMGv0KEYU8vG50BB8ar4eXD7AZ5_-oV25YMqAwCNHCj8GYOkOLxljYaGg_RQ/s400/Dawei+and+the+Nixons+2012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714036360820905362" /></a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline">We hope it was the first of many visits from our new friend.Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-3348698935606709952012-01-07T18:47:00.000-08:002012-01-07T18:57:43.654-08:00Connor's Prayer<blockquote></blockquote>Every time we sit down to eat I ask, "Who wants to pray?" Normally, Dillon volunteers and prays the prayer he learned in preschool, which is:<div><br /></div><div>"Thank you Jesus for mommies, daddies, teachers, and friends. Amen."</div><div><br /></div><div>A few weeks ago, Connor spoke up and said he wanted to pray. His prayer was:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Thank you Jesus for Mommy, Daddy, and Dillon's teachers and friends. Amen."</div>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-56446580379053886992012-01-04T06:54:00.000-08:002012-01-04T06:56:02.334-08:00The Nixon Adventures in 2011<iframe width="480" height="385" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vmk4gSQK0O0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-49268191965517080492011-12-30T19:55:00.000-08:002012-01-01T18:21:13.031-08:00Christmas 2011<div>Below are pictures from our Christmas season. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ewQFqXso66tPRPYc2jdGttSjdbP3xJkn6QK1tkYTBY1x1c8Bi17QRApGsUzAk6rn5BSjGZ9X5eaJBDu-ye8t18X8kegJB9NO0o-9i73xDD-iJbF_fHsKpQotVk7NaimCGSHgYA/s1600/IMG_5874.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ewQFqXso66tPRPYc2jdGttSjdbP3xJkn6QK1tkYTBY1x1c8Bi17QRApGsUzAk6rn5BSjGZ9X5eaJBDu-ye8t18X8kegJB9NO0o-9i73xDD-iJbF_fHsKpQotVk7NaimCGSHgYA/s400/IMG_5874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692150418355650898" /></a>Brenna loves her Great Grandma Dede. The two spent a lot of time "calling" each other on Brenna's play phone.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBjgTQbDC5qjUQpm-Io6IbyadXVKizr9WDbHTZc6STcsS3tXfaczj96fHwPADfcwmM3kiau1JOleBZDDbeuj3Y9Y_fIEfkW8XdfsPlkvYYkFkoXGTPnt4jfdgIBJQo0Z9k8bQUw/s1600/IMG_5878.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBjgTQbDC5qjUQpm-Io6IbyadXVKizr9WDbHTZc6STcsS3tXfaczj96fHwPADfcwmM3kiau1JOleBZDDbeuj3Y9Y_fIEfkW8XdfsPlkvYYkFkoXGTPnt4jfdgIBJQo0Z9k8bQUw/s400/IMG_5878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692150407407226050" /></a>Six grandkids all ready to have a slumber party with Grandma Sharon. The four older ones got to stay up late one night to watch Cars 2.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1i7jMFSgHTlU8jphpPTSuUNELVEy97t0-wKMzoUo5vL1CTx3LPkYwo1Tk6fQoPA4nTWfX9kwAr9L-HgLSNzC7OEtXPasHYrmdkGy7VHrRkp_G0itAFYY-WF7nFseMrl38E-ufQ/s1600/IMG_5883.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1i7jMFSgHTlU8jphpPTSuUNELVEy97t0-wKMzoUo5vL1CTx3LPkYwo1Tk6fQoPA4nTWfX9kwAr9L-HgLSNzC7OEtXPasHYrmdkGy7VHrRkp_G0itAFYY-WF7nFseMrl38E-ufQ/s400/IMG_5883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692150403247995762" /></a>For the past few months, since we watched all six movies together, Dillon and Connor have been obsessed with Star Wars. Dillon loved getting some action figures and a Bubba Fett gun (not pictured) from Uncle Jason.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHJ5jTXYOswlS4_6YpoMJx3FWAGNV-MZY_5UXwkiN9c0gbAMaf46P7sYK_OcFXoliUYLcNsccnL6vmidjKIyXTtZDBGS781sjhgWQnldGXi2taoYUZaKyifMqvEyHIA2c3jjJkg/s1600/IMG_5886.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHJ5jTXYOswlS4_6YpoMJx3FWAGNV-MZY_5UXwkiN9c0gbAMaf46P7sYK_OcFXoliUYLcNsccnL6vmidjKIyXTtZDBGS781sjhgWQnldGXi2taoYUZaKyifMqvEyHIA2c3jjJkg/s400/IMG_5886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692149076188913698" /></a>Connor couldn't believe that Uncle Jason got him the Millennium Falcon.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZvGzCiLWQHeh8ian2GATVWNzDndDN753moRris4NtvIa3rsFu79mafnPbrdfdOx6sD6dvgnAN2WtszMjxuiTy_CvLKzNuWBXPyiFniuYtVBdLAQVMuE_bWWg7tF4_1zX7d7loQ/s1600/IMG_5893.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZvGzCiLWQHeh8ian2GATVWNzDndDN753moRris4NtvIa3rsFu79mafnPbrdfdOx6sD6dvgnAN2WtszMjxuiTy_CvLKzNuWBXPyiFniuYtVBdLAQVMuE_bWWg7tF4_1zX7d7loQ/s400/IMG_5893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692146618142087170" /></a>We celebrated Christmas at Grandma Barbara's house on Thursday, where Bradley and Connor had a great time on the see saw.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrSevLley2HyegiXw5kwnZrjL3gr_4P-J0LcudT87w7nsTYIDmwoD-5p8bCZ5KPnv_CN8IiNqnWifsn77exRG5ARNfttLRe3zUqLqhfn75RL9n6iEvLr045Qx79XyqYD56-cgQw/s1600/IMG_5912.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrSevLley2HyegiXw5kwnZrjL3gr_4P-J0LcudT87w7nsTYIDmwoD-5p8bCZ5KPnv_CN8IiNqnWifsn77exRG5ARNfttLRe3zUqLqhfn75RL9n6iEvLr045Qx79XyqYD56-cgQw/s400/IMG_5912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692146604635551618" /></a>The feast at Grandma's was, as always, delicious. We ate a very southern Christmas dinner, chicken fried steak.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvz2yYAepJeL-pkRsjnM_JHM38ta0jKdj2ICgKBx169Tgw6MyXshcsH7g32yY2qQfpPOTi2xW0hdev2hyS50lhYuwLQ29-IvoGj75TshyHZWEKCVmY7Z5DdRhfnniEqdwKd2nHkQ/s1600/IMG_5929.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvz2yYAepJeL-pkRsjnM_JHM38ta0jKdj2ICgKBx169Tgw6MyXshcsH7g32yY2qQfpPOTi2xW0hdev2hyS50lhYuwLQ29-IvoGj75TshyHZWEKCVmY7Z5DdRhfnniEqdwKd2nHkQ/s400/IMG_5929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692146601475734306" /></a>Friday night was spent at Grandma Dede and Pops' house. Brenna had already become a present unwrapping expert and tore through her gifts with unexpected efficiency.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyqjEUd0ucRVgDwmH_DfLKMLKcicNGgNF-c5XNpZfCQJUINoZdlMvl-ZjJXriv1LcIkFG29lTZpgfxb8ZkLmMAGkSvBm88-vMyaTI5Z_QXvpdFYORgATtKhG0qibxBJEcpzd_Qiw/s1600/IMG_5939.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyqjEUd0ucRVgDwmH_DfLKMLKcicNGgNF-c5XNpZfCQJUINoZdlMvl-ZjJXriv1LcIkFG29lTZpgfxb8ZkLmMAGkSvBm88-vMyaTI5Z_QXvpdFYORgATtKhG0qibxBJEcpzd_Qiw/s400/IMG_5939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692143208387356146" /></a>Someone got so excited over opening Christmas presents that they had a hard time controlling their bladder. (Just kidding, Brenna spilled her water in the funniest place possible.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1cJK82PGtU5frUVlQo31qSe64yLKwPrpVt7J9G-zojNbMo2JrTTsR5oOAyreoSbfIJ9U8m5OSug1D_wL1gQCk5bDUncMJBmnKh6XAU50Eg4rLtlA0Bq0PQOrw8BLCr27CRFLfZg/s1600/IMG_5948.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1cJK82PGtU5frUVlQo31qSe64yLKwPrpVt7J9G-zojNbMo2JrTTsR5oOAyreoSbfIJ9U8m5OSug1D_wL1gQCk5bDUncMJBmnKh6XAU50Eg4rLtlA0Bq0PQOrw8BLCr27CRFLfZg/s400/IMG_5948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692143199939848226" /></a>The next day we opened presents and stockings at Papa and Grandma Sharon's house. Grandma Sharon stuffs their stockings so full that she needs to hold them to the mantle with 50 pound weights.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3rzZg5Z55wl662dXcJKvpJrmtflByp-qVa92SXzZ3nA_Ic1uHvFQRZdaKb-_9hBYhajfW7dCq-TU8IBqJbFlGRM-6YEfPE5IEFHu5gDUQmKdAvu8CAUBcc28LHXcTsTxSJy_gTQ/s1600/IMG_5950.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3rzZg5Z55wl662dXcJKvpJrmtflByp-qVa92SXzZ3nA_Ic1uHvFQRZdaKb-_9hBYhajfW7dCq-TU8IBqJbFlGRM-6YEfPE5IEFHu5gDUQmKdAvu8CAUBcc28LHXcTsTxSJy_gTQ/s400/IMG_5950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692143195035000194" /></a>Connor, Kaleb, and Dillon watching Toy Story 2.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgJeuDZVzzYj0J75UrdAuCUfQ4Ngy87ITkommj8-I59cS5Arn_pquQswxJnbWT7tNZVOugVUMXiRaopsm6hvaqdr7bnaPHNraAaaAfTsc9t5YwXgrhn_YXcCtCsHk7PJDT3pJOQ/s1600/IMG_5955.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgJeuDZVzzYj0J75UrdAuCUfQ4Ngy87ITkommj8-I59cS5Arn_pquQswxJnbWT7tNZVOugVUMXiRaopsm6hvaqdr7bnaPHNraAaaAfTsc9t5YwXgrhn_YXcCtCsHk7PJDT3pJOQ/s400/IMG_5955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692141085895929042" /></a>Christmas Eve we drove back to Sonora in time for Santa to bring Brenna her doll stroller (the doll was courtesy of Aunt Terri) and the boys light sabers.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyO3_XFl7w16inBK2nPpq9ZecCqxwsns2aGdc4i0_5aKGCxmGLLQWQXY69-UFJxGMb_RDCmWLkOIcTJkdGRg94HbcR5TWiIkmhnkrmoSd64TsW1cWZUOjKntxpWuxnntcpJc0SxQ/s1600/IMG_2298.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyO3_XFl7w16inBK2nPpq9ZecCqxwsns2aGdc4i0_5aKGCxmGLLQWQXY69-UFJxGMb_RDCmWLkOIcTJkdGRg94HbcR5TWiIkmhnkrmoSd64TsW1cWZUOjKntxpWuxnntcpJc0SxQ/s400/IMG_2298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692141073007033026" /></a>Christmas day we went to church and then to Papa and Grammy's house. There the boys and Trent honed their light saber skills with epic battles against the dreaded Darth Vader.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpQpb1LwHQsWDgOr9SP3tfc5utrHbZfMZR2TofMiIsKFf1CAqYBz2khZy_qUwqB0zl1QKPygyci9rgjnhZ_7hPYMiRPs47_TKHpeFmS6Q5gzFPYpi9bK6vO038stlcEslqj-1NA/s1600/IMG_2312.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpQpb1LwHQsWDgOr9SP3tfc5utrHbZfMZR2TofMiIsKFf1CAqYBz2khZy_qUwqB0zl1QKPygyci9rgjnhZ_7hPYMiRPs47_TKHpeFmS6Q5gzFPYpi9bK6vO038stlcEslqj-1NA/s400/IMG_2312.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692141069288090434" /></a>The Cummings had a few friends over and we sang Christmas carols before we opened gifts. I belted out the chorus to "We Three Kings".<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKjAt2wGi2yOlznc5FsLLWj3P_zBiisCiIx7YiVM95GH-uir4LBwhQLM2Ha1wnbaczWrdhpNwr3vglT2uTBO3YjtnuRdlfbifFW4gDtSacL07KZ9kP0CUYz8IvBsaZzsAEHhMH7Q/s1600/IMG_5956.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKjAt2wGi2yOlznc5FsLLWj3P_zBiisCiIx7YiVM95GH-uir4LBwhQLM2Ha1wnbaczWrdhpNwr3vglT2uTBO3YjtnuRdlfbifFW4gDtSacL07KZ9kP0CUYz8IvBsaZzsAEHhMH7Q/s400/IMG_5956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692137896128312402" /></a>One of their gifts included some balloons all the way from Japan. They were quite a hit, so much so that we had to put them away just to get the kids to finish opening their presents.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSy91ml1jEWvC8ACJg_COLKuGqAiRw7cpT75b4kTk8UMyW8UF8wxJIwlGAIz8ZDUQKb5sjoHt-_XUfSV1mDrd4ktzoQUjjckY-9MWy6GYEwKoI1QWzcu6flv3ZYz3Sj0ZmgEMlg/s1600/IMG_5961.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSy91ml1jEWvC8ACJg_COLKuGqAiRw7cpT75b4kTk8UMyW8UF8wxJIwlGAIz8ZDUQKb5sjoHt-_XUfSV1mDrd4ktzoQUjjckY-9MWy6GYEwKoI1QWzcu6flv3ZYz3Sj0ZmgEMlg/s400/IMG_5961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692137890314453090" /></a>Of course, like every year, the kids got too many gifts.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXMNU28r6L25I5_KHKLO4fGnoS3EtQyCUBXV5Z-8CipQBWWg6WiyFzIUYYrI9uCSwDC1Gw4srUMhLaHo_beA-2EhNjflsrLf6dVRFMSv4rUgkgccM9nno3ka3EuBeI-lpxy_oMJQ/s1600/IMG_5962.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXMNU28r6L25I5_KHKLO4fGnoS3EtQyCUBXV5Z-8CipQBWWg6WiyFzIUYYrI9uCSwDC1Gw4srUMhLaHo_beA-2EhNjflsrLf6dVRFMSv4rUgkgccM9nno3ka3EuBeI-lpxy_oMJQ/s400/IMG_5962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692137884936929698" /></a>One of Trent's favorite things to do is come over and play "yegos" at our house. So Dillon made Trent his own Lego figure and put it in with his present. Trent didn't let the figure get out of his line of sight the rest of the night.Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-8195725552562925312011-12-25T08:00:00.000-08:002011-12-30T21:47:30.140-08:00Merry ChristmasBelow is our Christmas card along with the Cummings' Christmas card for 2011.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxN7l-CgV1h2OvbRS9BDCISSOlwL5aN45ZcVXzYdE1WA05aqpDN15UYoCqIfKi2f4-nfVEJwbH8I4D9NnDsKHkhAiFe_lVLSyNXHOyV4B0LetmEiFtZ_wHNd8FDSVe1eGWh8DXnw/s1600/Christmas+Card+2011_Nixons.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxN7l-CgV1h2OvbRS9BDCISSOlwL5aN45ZcVXzYdE1WA05aqpDN15UYoCqIfKi2f4-nfVEJwbH8I4D9NnDsKHkhAiFe_lVLSyNXHOyV4B0LetmEiFtZ_wHNd8FDSVe1eGWh8DXnw/s400/Christmas+Card+2011_Nixons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692163242629305714" /><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5DXGDxXLKlQDBex2SOjEzlIJdL0b86gA974P85yD2vHeGRD7w_-KlYcEMn9xEGegWl5GBbbi6uhpA0CSWEouEsMPh39q6cKe7qm0UOa5h-fIYG1vR0jD8I8dO1e1OKSvDlgnUAQ/s400/Christmas+Card+2011_final.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692163247431633490" /></a>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-39638290827402756312011-11-27T17:23:00.000-08:002011-11-27T17:29:12.890-08:00Mission Impossible<div>Good idea: Taking a picture for your Christmas card right before Thanksgiving.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bad idea: Taking a picture for your Christmas card right before nap time.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGvAMVo40eQoeb6UdoA5sl5tKCeJ3UpIEvPYzercyNAeYcfIqLuv9pw0ah8IPuDPsL5WldUpKszhC9X-0ZO5Z0CZVZEPxHMh30ouFv5GJFoT9aL73DKIj42nzSb0c2JXN0Vd7KMA/s1600/IMG_5514.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGvAMVo40eQoeb6UdoA5sl5tKCeJ3UpIEvPYzercyNAeYcfIqLuv9pw0ah8IPuDPsL5WldUpKszhC9X-0ZO5Z0CZVZEPxHMh30ouFv5GJFoT9aL73DKIj42nzSb0c2JXN0Vd7KMA/s400/IMG_5514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679851445441414354" /></a>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-71845336932783526952011-11-26T09:07:00.000-08:002011-11-26T09:18:07.093-08:00Imagination<div>Connor's new favorite thing is pretending the trash can is his car. He would "drive" all day if we didn't need the can to put our trash in. He does this even though he has toy cars to ride around the house.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4AjqPjVpAED0uTLJbeg3-Gp7_2FoOGSXb4uVcvp2wSZhK2Cn2ZTIUIy9AwoZiTgxe_4-7BtneTsAlfhjIGr6yjdFJdSEMghYoZTdt6LXqV8frARbNt8OUxeX3yaNglF1uCoRSw/s1600/IMG_5413.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4AjqPjVpAED0uTLJbeg3-Gp7_2FoOGSXb4uVcvp2wSZhK2Cn2ZTIUIy9AwoZiTgxe_4-7BtneTsAlfhjIGr6yjdFJdSEMghYoZTdt6LXqV8frARbNt8OUxeX3yaNglF1uCoRSw/s400/IMG_5413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679353101625585586" /></a>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-20317116633495563272011-10-31T21:38:00.001-07:002011-10-31T22:07:27.050-07:00Halloween 2011<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkkZOEBjQv1rnLVr0QCv41VKgYbuDcKaFsL_6-Mr0SApC_vz1oHHjPX578vFhioy_O7Nd0WDC7LtgC1MKBcV2OPcKIDWZPLd-QoOF8o_jfDgg_jMtiiO0-eVwA42CQuI5Q1ZqpA/s1600/IMG_5328.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkkZOEBjQv1rnLVr0QCv41VKgYbuDcKaFsL_6-Mr0SApC_vz1oHHjPX578vFhioy_O7Nd0WDC7LtgC1MKBcV2OPcKIDWZPLd-QoOF8o_jfDgg_jMtiiO0-eVwA42CQuI5Q1ZqpA/s400/IMG_5328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669883408349974914" /></a><div><div><div>Brenna went as our little lady bug. She wasn't too sure about trick or treating at first but then she realized she got candy nothing couldn't hold her back.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvbYCi8sNljTxeuBIrOm-gR-y8UcDLmwPlXvuCywss5rsrammLvEdv3yApbD49fUconJKaqalN4tm_0-3bLDIfbAYuj1JeEk8hOOVsm7eqn7U3IAV2k2devHHUMrhlvlY4FnmmA/s1600/IMG_5319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvbYCi8sNljTxeuBIrOm-gR-y8UcDLmwPlXvuCywss5rsrammLvEdv3yApbD49fUconJKaqalN4tm_0-3bLDIfbAYuj1JeEk8hOOVsm7eqn7U3IAV2k2devHHUMrhlvlY4FnmmA/s400/IMG_5319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669883405160958850" /></a>The boys are obsessed with pirates right now thanks to the Pirates of the Caribbean movies and Lego video game. They both thought they were Captain Jack Sparrow.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvbYCi8sNljTxeuBIrOm-gR-y8UcDLmwPlXvuCywss5rsrammLvEdv3yApbD49fUconJKaqalN4tm_0-3bLDIfbAYuj1JeEk8hOOVsm7eqn7U3IAV2k2devHHUMrhlvlY4FnmmA/s1600/IMG_5319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvbYCi8sNljTxeuBIrOm-gR-y8UcDLmwPlXvuCywss5rsrammLvEdv3yApbD49fUconJKaqalN4tm_0-3bLDIfbAYuj1JeEk8hOOVsm7eqn7U3IAV2k2devHHUMrhlvlY4FnmmA/s1600/IMG_5319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkkZOEBjQv1rnLVr0QCv41VKgYbuDcKaFsL_6-Mr0SApC_vz1oHHjPX578vFhioy_O7Nd0WDC7LtgC1MKBcV2OPcKIDWZPLd-QoOF8o_jfDgg_jMtiiO0-eVwA42CQuI5Q1ZqpA/s1600/IMG_5328.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefjq7peb9n3Wdw8rW7gpII4tYafmi5YbNgXFE95QvimMKKgWM_1urIm80Ka7WPWKmdO32EkbA3P94zYQEoRC5AC-1jOfi27ZoJku_I7lp62wa4DANhsosc6raWxk6T1WiHjIwQ/s400/IMG_5330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669883422909771922" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div>Before I took this picture I asked who wanted candy. Brenna didn't seem to care since she already had a sucker.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvbYCi8sNljTxeuBIrOm-gR-y8UcDLmwPlXvuCywss5rsrammLvEdv3yApbD49fUconJKaqalN4tm_0-3bLDIfbAYuj1JeEk8hOOVsm7eqn7U3IAV2k2devHHUMrhlvlY4FnmmA/s1600/IMG_5319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvbYCi8sNljTxeuBIrOm-gR-y8UcDLmwPlXvuCywss5rsrammLvEdv3yApbD49fUconJKaqalN4tm_0-3bLDIfbAYuj1JeEk8hOOVsm7eqn7U3IAV2k2devHHUMrhlvlY4FnmmA/s1600/IMG_5319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefjq7peb9n3Wdw8rW7gpII4tYafmi5YbNgXFE95QvimMKKgWM_1urIm80Ka7WPWKmdO32EkbA3P94zYQEoRC5AC-1jOfi27ZoJku_I7lp62wa4DANhsosc6raWxk6T1WiHjIwQ/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAB2YUNT54D5pL-LGLxEY1WW-uin_TWVrBv_lWY7pjZe_c8QcHO8kOQ77wK4LofC_6CED_6z8fzjZDKFyMDv6VGywVMs3tjEWu1fvAgHDTni4VX5SbbDGfP-VaUtyGKAD3q19Wsg/s400/IMG_5339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669884322476448658" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div>At school today, Dillon was able to wear his costume and was part of the Kindergarten parade. His buddy Caden went as Peter Pan.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvbYCi8sNljTxeuBIrOm-gR-y8UcDLmwPlXvuCywss5rsrammLvEdv3yApbD49fUconJKaqalN4tm_0-3bLDIfbAYuj1JeEk8hOOVsm7eqn7U3IAV2k2devHHUMrhlvlY4FnmmA/s1600/IMG_5319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefjq7peb9n3Wdw8rW7gpII4tYafmi5YbNgXFE95QvimMKKgWM_1urIm80Ka7WPWKmdO32EkbA3P94zYQEoRC5AC-1jOfi27ZoJku_I7lp62wa4DANhsosc6raWxk6T1WiHjIwQ/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvbYCi8sNljTxeuBIrOm-gR-y8UcDLmwPlXvuCywss5rsrammLvEdv3yApbD49fUconJKaqalN4tm_0-3bLDIfbAYuj1JeEk8hOOVsm7eqn7U3IAV2k2devHHUMrhlvlY4FnmmA/s1600/IMG_5319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefjq7peb9n3Wdw8rW7gpII4tYafmi5YbNgXFE95QvimMKKgWM_1urIm80Ka7WPWKmdO32EkbA3P94zYQEoRC5AC-1jOfi27ZoJku_I7lp62wa4DANhsosc6raWxk6T1WiHjIwQ/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefjq7peb9n3Wdw8rW7gpII4tYafmi5YbNgXFE95QvimMKKgWM_1urIm80Ka7WPWKmdO32EkbA3P94zYQEoRC5AC-1jOfi27ZoJku_I7lp62wa4DANhsosc6raWxk6T1WiHjIwQ/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpvtgHkHCildB8F0OTs8SPAUtm6LtmWAIOFTz5xMZoinCpWkQEmYL10Dx96VEYQQM7WKJGBsNjVUnw1WMW5E9VsbOL-jV1v9-vTEk3AZyk0tsrZX3TzyA9Ogf7sDDLgOT16lp9JA/s400/IMG_5341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669884326941945362" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div>We had a few people over to our house tonight since our neighborhood is one of the handfuls in Tuolumne County that gets trick-or-treaters. James and Bryan came as mustard and ketchup, just don't ask me why the ketchup is wearing a dollar sign necklace.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvbYCi8sNljTxeuBIrOm-gR-y8UcDLmwPlXvuCywss5rsrammLvEdv3yApbD49fUconJKaqalN4tm_0-3bLDIfbAYuj1JeEk8hOOVsm7eqn7U3IAV2k2devHHUMrhlvlY4FnmmA/s1600/IMG_5319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefjq7peb9n3Wdw8rW7gpII4tYafmi5YbNgXFE95QvimMKKgWM_1urIm80Ka7WPWKmdO32EkbA3P94zYQEoRC5AC-1jOfi27ZoJku_I7lp62wa4DANhsosc6raWxk6T1WiHjIwQ/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefjq7peb9n3Wdw8rW7gpII4tYafmi5YbNgXFE95QvimMKKgWM_1urIm80Ka7WPWKmdO32EkbA3P94zYQEoRC5AC-1jOfi27ZoJku_I7lp62wa4DANhsosc6raWxk6T1WiHjIwQ/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvbYCi8sNljTxeuBIrOm-gR-y8UcDLmwPlXvuCywss5rsrammLvEdv3yApbD49fUconJKaqalN4tm_0-3bLDIfbAYuj1JeEk8hOOVsm7eqn7U3IAV2k2devHHUMrhlvlY4FnmmA/s1600/IMG_5319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefjq7peb9n3Wdw8rW7gpII4tYafmi5YbNgXFE95QvimMKKgWM_1urIm80Ka7WPWKmdO32EkbA3P94zYQEoRC5AC-1jOfi27ZoJku_I7lp62wa4DANhsosc6raWxk6T1WiHjIwQ/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefjq7peb9n3Wdw8rW7gpII4tYafmi5YbNgXFE95QvimMKKgWM_1urIm80Ka7WPWKmdO32EkbA3P94zYQEoRC5AC-1jOfi27ZoJku_I7lp62wa4DANhsosc6raWxk6T1WiHjIwQ/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefjq7peb9n3Wdw8rW7gpII4tYafmi5YbNgXFE95QvimMKKgWM_1urIm80Ka7WPWKmdO32EkbA3P94zYQEoRC5AC-1jOfi27ZoJku_I7lp62wa4DANhsosc6raWxk6T1WiHjIwQ/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNwbyU7d5-jzAX_ElpXepSc02l17U5hx0getQ7Bo5FAZDBNleA_clw1jbnc7rRMPA5K8XdkuP3CGzPokayHMNdMDIPSgYzhxcrTBwdisC1EXYVDZg0i88qcX0xAGamH8gYrSIsA/s400/IMG_5351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669884332432027026" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkkZOEBjQv1rnLVr0QCv41VKgYbuDcKaFsL_6-Mr0SApC_vz1oHHjPX578vFhioy_O7Nd0WDC7LtgC1MKBcV2OPcKIDWZPLd-QoOF8o_jfDgg_jMtiiO0-eVwA42CQuI5Q1ZqpA/s1600/IMG_5328.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefjq7peb9n3Wdw8rW7gpII4tYafmi5YbNgXFE95QvimMKKgWM_1urIm80Ka7WPWKmdO32EkbA3P94zYQEoRC5AC-1jOfi27ZoJku_I7lp62wa4DANhsosc6raWxk6T1WiHjIwQ/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvbYCi8sNljTxeuBIrOm-gR-y8UcDLmwPlXvuCywss5rsrammLvEdv3yApbD49fUconJKaqalN4tm_0-3bLDIfbAYuj1JeEk8hOOVsm7eqn7U3IAV2k2devHHUMrhlvlY4FnmmA/s1600/IMG_5319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefjq7peb9n3Wdw8rW7gpII4tYafmi5YbNgXFE95QvimMKKgWM_1urIm80Ka7WPWKmdO32EkbA3P94zYQEoRC5AC-1jOfi27ZoJku_I7lp62wa4DANhsosc6raWxk6T1WiHjIwQ/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkkZOEBjQv1rnLVr0QCv41VKgYbuDcKaFsL_6-Mr0SApC_vz1oHHjPX578vFhioy_O7Nd0WDC7LtgC1MKBcV2OPcKIDWZPLd-QoOF8o_jfDgg_jMtiiO0-eVwA42CQuI5Q1ZqpA/s1600/IMG_5328.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVefjq7peb9n3Wdw8rW7gpII4tYafmi5YbNgXFE95QvimMKKgWM_1urIm80Ka7WPWKmdO32EkbA3P94zYQEoRC5AC-1jOfi27ZoJku_I7lp62wa4DANhsosc6raWxk6T1WiHjIwQ/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">We took a picture of everyone in the group who dressed up. A fun time was had by all walking the neighborhood and passing out candy.</div></div></div>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-970386086130103862011-10-25T17:44:00.000-07:002011-10-25T17:47:00.451-07:00Maroon 7 SoccerVideo highlights from Dillon's first year of soccer on his team, Maroon 7.<div><br /></div><div><iframe width="480" height="385" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qxnvz6MGS8s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-12118777733246987672011-10-16T21:49:00.000-07:002011-10-16T21:54:24.457-07:00GOOOOAAAALLLLIn the last game of the season, Dillon scored his first goal. Coach James drew up the perfect play on an indirect kick, allowing Dillon to sink one into the back of the net.<div><br /></div><div><iframe width="480" height="385" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3b_kM4G0SgY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-62962513864259632302011-10-09T08:37:00.000-07:002011-10-09T08:43:53.699-07:00Happy 3rd Birthday Connor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGI-2aVsYKjfbvG-DP1we76CVBMDIg2cd5UKlqxsZ6fwS66-lRw9UERsS-dRG95VfJLe9BpAgU6SbY07WFRi6NGwX_4iIHUeyITVOhsjJjiytZCuaZAmfb8cns5pNMt4nAMRGAg/s1600/IMG_5209.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGI-2aVsYKjfbvG-DP1we76CVBMDIg2cd5UKlqxsZ6fwS66-lRw9UERsS-dRG95VfJLe9BpAgU6SbY07WFRi6NGwX_4iIHUeyITVOhsjJjiytZCuaZAmfb8cns5pNMt4nAMRGAg/s400/IMG_5209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661518571385807298" /></a>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-60215371819429028762011-09-11T08:38:00.000-07:002011-09-11T09:03:55.496-07:00Dillon: The Soccer Star<div>Dillon played in his first soccer game yesterday on his team, The Maroon 7.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAaR0t1DOd2TTPpgB5fr83A5PU7zXiOFrfg0we71toDjs0yr73K-Q24qSFFBQwITYF5fXYzCJfH4EizxVBUnHkZ36-sjdY8sTuGFma343BEBGbnauFwFG1ktFRWJSmfnBl7Yccrg/s1600/IMG_5048.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAaR0t1DOd2TTPpgB5fr83A5PU7zXiOFrfg0we71toDjs0yr73K-Q24qSFFBQwITYF5fXYzCJfH4EizxVBUnHkZ36-sjdY8sTuGFma343BEBGbnauFwFG1ktFRWJSmfnBl7Yccrg/s400/IMG_5048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651129139512014066" /></a>He was very excited to play in a game. The team had been practicing for three weeks, running drills, learning basics, and scrimmaging.<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRRFMZUpHRGolYdtd8jtvapQ8xhgKdCueR0umo_JvmkBhDeYgAcrBxwXOhC8Cp3jQ2buWxb34A4Tzzm4k4NWhZp9Jt7UOcYGuzEmG8aTYQtTyZUt8iPKqDqUiGbUPHB78DDjmN-w/s1600/IMG_5055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRRFMZUpHRGolYdtd8jtvapQ8xhgKdCueR0umo_JvmkBhDeYgAcrBxwXOhC8Cp3jQ2buWxb34A4Tzzm4k4NWhZp9Jt7UOcYGuzEmG8aTYQtTyZUt8iPKqDqUiGbUPHB78DDjmN-w/s400/IMG_5055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651128839806111970" /></a>The team didn't have a coach so Christina decided she would lead the team. She is getting help from James, who is putting <a href="http://www.soccershots.org/bayarea/">his soccer expertise</a> to good use.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOvKPgCC6t-frjfMah9F2brn4uWlY7pRmpvXFWbXd0FGihwTGfHxQ9241XLa0ANo0eFqj2ySMz-yzuoie6UiFO8CvGcYkohu4I5fYaxpTBpwXVqEwUOQwPl5gkBVmNUm5jGGivbw/s1600/IMG_5057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOvKPgCC6t-frjfMah9F2brn4uWlY7pRmpvXFWbXd0FGihwTGfHxQ9241XLa0ANo0eFqj2ySMz-yzuoie6UiFO8CvGcYkohu4I5fYaxpTBpwXVqEwUOQwPl5gkBVmNUm5jGGivbw/s400/IMG_5057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651128835002077458" /></a>Dillon did a great job for his first game. At one point, he and a teammate had a breakaway but his shot on goal was wide right.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCDGEaE_JUdG2ccMIHvdSVTweWb-GM3-jdAc4u0Kh7d1LzUbfluJgFjNJyoVnibXlFzLDiJnCF1gwcf5hgt1mjOX-J2uDjFyKLCkjcSJlWrs01_lit6fx2yn-SFTBBk8EdCfE8iQ/s1600/IMG_5067.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCDGEaE_JUdG2ccMIHvdSVTweWb-GM3-jdAc4u0Kh7d1LzUbfluJgFjNJyoVnibXlFzLDiJnCF1gwcf5hgt1mjOX-J2uDjFyKLCkjcSJlWrs01_lit6fx2yn-SFTBBk8EdCfE8iQ/s400/IMG_5067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651128830810786226" /></a>Unfortunately, The Maroon 7 lost this well fought battle 3-1. With five games left, Dillon is confident they will get a win.</div>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-36057257159604336012011-08-17T08:48:00.000-07:002011-08-17T20:56:16.833-07:00First Day of School<div>Today was Dillon's first day of kindergarten at <a href="http://www.soulsbyvilleschool.com/">Soulsbyville Elementary</a>. Below are pictures from his monumental day.</div><div>
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxNx5UlTJK-w8elB47qmG3La65koF0yhus6lepYEGo6izpfTMnOsEHcl2Qwt0d6rJ9gEhIJZ34Dl5muSAD1ZMO9XE_vuuVBTCgmYg3w6InrN5M_JN_MlcL4Rj-RONTuswQJEwnjw/s1600/IMG_5002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxNx5UlTJK-w8elB47qmG3La65koF0yhus6lepYEGo6izpfTMnOsEHcl2Qwt0d6rJ9gEhIJZ34Dl5muSAD1ZMO9XE_vuuVBTCgmYg3w6InrN5M_JN_MlcL4Rj-RONTuswQJEwnjw/s400/IMG_5002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642034033600119314" /></a>Dillon demanded that the first picture I took was of his Batman backpack. He has had his pencils, crayons, and erasers in there for a week in anticipation of the big day.
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicot5F7NLMuY-Us7iPcTVrAQO7Gup6sT-S-CjTNgiLks-xwBKgonDTh60bjB9FOWdHtY-elgQ7SimphEgyTkNTvFapHY6IloIccPp7K58rv_vlQFJhAFX9Klhs9iR6CGIK_5LEw/s1600/IMG_5005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicot5F7NLMuY-Us7iPcTVrAQO7Gup6sT-S-CjTNgiLks-xwBKgonDTh60bjB9FOWdHtY-elgQ7SimphEgyTkNTvFapHY6IloIccPp7K58rv_vlQFJhAFX9Klhs9iR6CGIK_5LEw/s400/IMG_5005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642033326199371602" /></a>On Monday we went to his class for an open house/orientation. He was excited that his teacher had a Lego table.</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIb4-cA5UvjFjYz5n0Y4xheVRibhPaWDzWH6X7wXyF7z3veFNo8ddBlVXUwljscMrzgScCvpE1R72LXzB8tLzcybT0gIr6A0U7V2E7hwDrdbpjawsS-ZqBouy88Mw734xzNz6a4A/s1600/IMG_5009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIb4-cA5UvjFjYz5n0Y4xheVRibhPaWDzWH6X7wXyF7z3veFNo8ddBlVXUwljscMrzgScCvpE1R72LXzB8tLzcybT0gIr6A0U7V2E7hwDrdbpjawsS-ZqBouy88Mw734xzNz6a4A/s400/IMG_5009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642032172833877346" /></a>Dillon and his best bud Caden. The two have spent a lot of time together at pre-school, Sunday School, and the park. They have different teachers but both couldn't wait to play together on the playground.</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg03QUNlSJ_Pd5n5r9mZ0tOProWb7XA5ypJnJgsf_-sqPrWxP_VmIpgpROFYKro2xZpK68lXUu1_jutTELOMNDUaQTir1MPWDZVsoRAk1XPaMaT0Bp_P6C5C_vaOc_NcxT7DXS4mw/s1600/IMG_5014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg03QUNlSJ_Pd5n5r9mZ0tOProWb7XA5ypJnJgsf_-sqPrWxP_VmIpgpROFYKro2xZpK68lXUu1_jutTELOMNDUaQTir1MPWDZVsoRAk1XPaMaT0Bp_P6C5C_vaOc_NcxT7DXS4mw/s400/IMG_5014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642030849591653602" /></a>Dillon was one of the first of his classmates to get to school today. The Soulsbyville tradition is to hang your backpack outside of your classroom and go to the playground until the bell rings. Dillon did just that. However, it should be noted that the yard duty talked to him for climbing on the slide. School hadn't even started and he was already trouble.</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZzuT1i-puWIaZEBbjNbZRUo7cAVutjPNj1mha238vcCLd1UJTy9J4wDE3U172QU5OG4WaX6W_3bSNynrBqRQia6RQ3oy5NbiHfhYaYCW8yM_Q3UnXLUsjCdHnAGeqkekM6FRpg/s1600/IMG_5017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZzuT1i-puWIaZEBbjNbZRUo7cAVutjPNj1mha238vcCLd1UJTy9J4wDE3U172QU5OG4WaX6W_3bSNynrBqRQia6RQ3oy5NbiHfhYaYCW8yM_Q3UnXLUsjCdHnAGeqkekM6FRpg/s400/IMG_5017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641854284981247810" /></a>When the bell rung, all the classes lined up. Dillon had no problem saying goodbye to us.</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtAfpAh436y5HhDLT9l6Jst5-s-d7CBD9crWSedzmwpDTIhXR1jGeSX5dR68r4pMqRRZTBdTRbgrYJmKBnV4Gna8LDhwluNkZEqXZPUEE2YUt_2yM478DmXrIoGUDXwt5Ty7uBA/s1600/IMG_5019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtAfpAh436y5HhDLT9l6Jst5-s-d7CBD9crWSedzmwpDTIhXR1jGeSX5dR68r4pMqRRZTBdTRbgrYJmKBnV4Gna8LDhwluNkZEqXZPUEE2YUt_2yM478DmXrIoGUDXwt5Ty7uBA/s400/IMG_5019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641853712655368418" /></a>His first day of school was a success. Dillon's highlights were the teacher reading them a book, getting a cookie for a snack, and recess. Thankfully there were no tears, unless you count the ones Mom shed as we drove away from the school this morning.</div>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-52278088624204772542011-08-15T18:42:00.000-07:002011-08-15T20:26:55.548-07:00Memories of Mum<div>Yesterday afternoon the Nixon family saw their matriarch pass from this earth. Mum, as she was called by us great grandkids, was almost 96 years old. Below are some pictures, new and old, of my great grandmother followed by some of my fondest memories of her.</div><div>
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRcjCYpNCKTs4qy0Rzd9PG7QIpQXIsKKYZZYyxOnXqdqrFGR2T1gZTI-9ZjkmJIU8bM2HoYn-49LURD14VOFuzH96GcDjGTP1ev1_5FeARQtaJ4jvvMePsa4fHJSEWYQD9KQK3A/s1600/IMG_4976.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRcjCYpNCKTs4qy0Rzd9PG7QIpQXIsKKYZZYyxOnXqdqrFGR2T1gZTI-9ZjkmJIU8bM2HoYn-49LURD14VOFuzH96GcDjGTP1ev1_5FeARQtaJ4jvvMePsa4fHJSEWYQD9KQK3A/s400/IMG_4976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641271824148128050" /></a>Two weeks ago, the last time we were in Shafter, we went by and saw Mum. Thankfully I remembered my camera. Dillon wasn't to sure about sitting on her lap, so he posed for the picture next to her.
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwCv1h4VRMFkYNUo_ZbMDfPUe_LOR6a7LtBmCya2aD6No4jnJRTolp10c8UTLITyb3X4mQtjM_ySXyxxAVDz94cHB09Ny6os6CvYVtJ0EzEaA2_pWchLfM7DDKudp3rfi-fFvdzA/s1600/IMG_4977.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwCv1h4VRMFkYNUo_ZbMDfPUe_LOR6a7LtBmCya2aD6No4jnJRTolp10c8UTLITyb3X4mQtjM_ySXyxxAVDz94cHB09Ny6os6CvYVtJ0EzEaA2_pWchLfM7DDKudp3rfi-fFvdzA/s400/IMG_4977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641271448571701890" /></a>This picture of Kaleb and Mum is too cute.</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSa7kAwHVcPCtYQWBPe9bJFiDHpJV2_0JRTuxzGVhyphenhyphenYtpPZ6woUCwKsadZkqoHbUh5PKAmpSxfmxyMEUXNzwobuM-_V-r2VDlGvdccP1fBUlSeQULA3SX-gmpKAPVMCeewYlDS6A/s1600/IMG_4984.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSa7kAwHVcPCtYQWBPe9bJFiDHpJV2_0JRTuxzGVhyphenhyphenYtpPZ6woUCwKsadZkqoHbUh5PKAmpSxfmxyMEUXNzwobuM-_V-r2VDlGvdccP1fBUlSeQULA3SX-gmpKAPVMCeewYlDS6A/s400/IMG_4984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641271238964103666" /></a>Papa was happy that he was able to get a picture with his six grandkids and his grandmother.</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rCqdo__Owd7oIcVLoe1BdhJEHpmTPyOTqAZokZuuZTzB04f7UavmAjxrwH5HoJV0NrzygIY7FCLPqZ6rqeLqeEf_AB_MPP899bH27z0pz1Nu5QZNNPNjOanMPPhj5Bb34GZgXg/s1600/IMG_0525.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rCqdo__Owd7oIcVLoe1BdhJEHpmTPyOTqAZokZuuZTzB04f7UavmAjxrwH5HoJV0NrzygIY7FCLPqZ6rqeLqeEf_AB_MPP899bH27z0pz1Nu5QZNNPNjOanMPPhj5Bb34GZgXg/s400/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641269593659702466" /></a>Mum holding a 2 and 1/2 month old Connor and 2 and 1/2 year old Dillon, Christmastime 2008. <a href="http://jimmienixon.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-part-one.html">Click here</a> for another picture from that visit.</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_THv01AYN4J5okwt7tQn_-YmfWYZAEtWm1HaxYBBQR93kP_zU_P1wq_BewrjrP9uv07PJv8vYQb9GK51eB4zC0bneSZAL-MoAlaAVNCdzfCDHcTrZb0Kj42UuNXRAarq_Hsng4g/s1600/100_1028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_THv01AYN4J5okwt7tQn_-YmfWYZAEtWm1HaxYBBQR93kP_zU_P1wq_BewrjrP9uv07PJv8vYQb9GK51eB4zC0bneSZAL-MoAlaAVNCdzfCDHcTrZb0Kj42UuNXRAarq_Hsng4g/s400/100_1028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641268259541315730" /></a>Five generations of Nixons taken <a href="http://jimmienixon.blogspot.com/2006/07/great-great-trip.html">when Dillon was one month old</a>.</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglev8iKJ0YRR14lYG99aoSH5Qd25In7-Njg5LaqjHWMAHCzJHeFwEQFVDkaLOm0AHKnPQMHbsB0Dx5PFtDiQBf7TfiXPjVg7i1R8KX7WsIaH5QKMLmORo4wpfJ6eUf9OznTt_lPg/s1600/scan0016+%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglev8iKJ0YRR14lYG99aoSH5Qd25In7-Njg5LaqjHWMAHCzJHeFwEQFVDkaLOm0AHKnPQMHbsB0Dx5PFtDiQBf7TfiXPjVg7i1R8KX7WsIaH5QKMLmORo4wpfJ6eUf9OznTt_lPg/s400/scan0016+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641267858586871986" /></a>I am not sure when this picture of my Dad and Mum was taken but early 2000s would be my guess. </div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRkwXUGQN_YW_m7XqetTY_s4IcqIbYY4mTkk658kccc-qoOiyGLiCtYDv7wugByALd06BkbJx8F_JZqclfd7ATKJCyyOJwaMRJSH2sYvPHONh_Nm_KPdS5CllqDCr1ZTM9ovmfw/s1600/SCAN0021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRkwXUGQN_YW_m7XqetTY_s4IcqIbYY4mTkk658kccc-qoOiyGLiCtYDv7wugByALd06BkbJx8F_JZqclfd7ATKJCyyOJwaMRJSH2sYvPHONh_Nm_KPdS5CllqDCr1ZTM9ovmfw/s400/SCAN0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641267636839360866" /></a>I don't remember seeing Mum out of her house except for special occasions like weddings and the annual Nixon Christmas party.</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsa055V6z6neiZYM63c32FEKdVEvGxw9hp4QKGQQ7SQz3tOUkn2Whcrz3WZctwxMXCEz6vwGI-l77up6yHhQY_qhlUas7r5weGf0BQO15kuTs769RagXOEWg8FotIF6zsLVlefxQ/s1600/Jimmie+Dean+baby+34.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsa055V6z6neiZYM63c32FEKdVEvGxw9hp4QKGQQ7SQz3tOUkn2Whcrz3WZctwxMXCEz6vwGI-l77up6yHhQY_qhlUas7r5weGf0BQO15kuTs769RagXOEWg8FotIF6zsLVlefxQ/s400/Jimmie+Dean+baby+34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641267232696439986" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">The context of this picture is unknown, but I like to think that Mum just cracked a joke about my Dad's pants not being long enough.</div></div><div>
<br /></div><div>Though having these pictures are great, it's my memories with her that I will cherish the most. I will always remember:</div><div><ul><li>Her house on <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=1408+1st+Street,+Wasco,+CA&hl=en&ll=35.600609,-119.34158&spn=0.002547,0.004823&sll=35.600876,-119.341631&sspn=0.006295,0.006295&layer=c&cbp=13,350.5,,0,0.09&cbll=35.600607,-119.341578&z=18&vpsrc=0&panoid=IpoeMhZ4FiHd6PNWLvducw">1st Street</a>.</li><li>There always being a cold soda in her fridge and ice cream in her freezer.</li><li>Her evil/overly protective poodle Josh.</li><li>The motor-home in the backyard.</li><li>Her laugh.</li><li>Watching my Dad mow her yard.</li><li>Riding my bike across town so I could mow her yard.</li><li>Her telling me she would "Whoop me" if I didn't let her pay me for mowing her yard.</li><li>Visiting her on a weekly basis with my parents. (This is one of the greatest things my parents taught me that I hope to pass along to our children.)</li><li>Listening to the family gossip. She was the central hub of Nixon related information.</li><li>The family picture of all her grandchildren taken in the 1970's and the wooden paneling on her walls from the same era (see picture above for both).</li><li>Never wanting to play in the back two bedrooms because they creeped me out. There was no logical explanation for this.</li><li>Her fireplace keeping the house a toasty 90 degrees in the winter.</li><li>Pictures of her great grandkids on the fireplace mantel.</li><li>The Ford Mustang.</li><li>Her love for all her family.</li><li>Giving her a hug goodbye as she sat in her chair.</li><li>Giving her that final hug goodbye two weeks ago.</li></ul><div>I consider myself blessed that I was able to know a great grandmother for thirty years. I am even more blessed that Josephine Nixon was that great grandmother. We love you and will miss you Mum.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Please feel free to post your favorite memory of Mum in the comments.</div></div>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-49263964702712416922011-07-23T10:12:00.000-07:002011-07-23T10:38:33.024-07:00Country Girl<div>Our baby girl is quickly becoming a cute toddler. Every time Christina changes Brenna's clothes, Brenna has to run to me to show them off. I respond the same way every time, "How beeeaaauuutiful Sis!" She then flashes me her biggest grin.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5cI9dmnkt_2Oc1G65OSFgg3vqc_t-xMOw_8RFP3REqV-v_DBau_O-t_BUTOJAhu4dcPLggsKirEcRfhkCVZf5Gv8CM3_fgOYyXjOjj00CSpbpk9NtNIJklIwYR9_OvjiA655CA/s1600/IMG_4922.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5cI9dmnkt_2Oc1G65OSFgg3vqc_t-xMOw_8RFP3REqV-v_DBau_O-t_BUTOJAhu4dcPLggsKirEcRfhkCVZf5Gv8CM3_fgOYyXjOjj00CSpbpk9NtNIJklIwYR9_OvjiA655CA/s400/IMG_4922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632597566028305954" /></a>When she came to me last night I couldn't resist putting this cowgirl hat on her while she was wearing those cute overalls.<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNkDyOazGEk0FDEYTAOFKovw_s5F2T2WeX3aDqSKFRLkhL7DSOtEDIguY8_dSsR2T363aJSFRw4AGPFrbqAzh5B7X2L_Eo4cUYzMObu7HnARG6puyIG1ywI7Qzz1fpFc6Ah_ZZWA/s1600/IMG_4923.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNkDyOazGEk0FDEYTAOFKovw_s5F2T2WeX3aDqSKFRLkhL7DSOtEDIguY8_dSsR2T363aJSFRw4AGPFrbqAzh5B7X2L_Eo4cUYzMObu7HnARG6puyIG1ywI7Qzz1fpFc6Ah_ZZWA/s400/IMG_4923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632597560403730066" /></a>As you can tell from these pictures, she is also turning into quite the ham for the camera saying "Cheese" the whole time. The days of playing dress up with her are closing in on us.</div>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-56592408657522768022011-06-20T07:05:00.000-07:002011-06-20T07:07:08.779-07:00Dillon's Birthday Video<iframe width="480" height="385" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Po8X2jtepc4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-74205401295568670852011-06-14T20:16:00.001-07:002011-06-14T21:06:32.703-07:00Dillon's 5th Birthday<div>This past Thursday was Dillon's 5th birthday. It's hard to believe that <a href="http://jimmienixon.blogspot.com/2006/06/dillon-michael-nixon.html">five years ago</a> our lives changed forever. Grandma Sharon, Papa, and Granny Barbara came up to visit the morning of the 9th.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgEDBQuf7Vbb4j_qyUDCniksJvXgby-y1w_M9bivmSa9HrCvhtFVksO9yszQckmk7B0LtDXBHq_zkx2d_lkDYtyWDM5qJ5Cd804hgSbAbjMzUQv_AwhBLdyUH6sEvvv898FnfMA/s400/IMG_4878.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618281628706023810" />On Friday all of us, except for Brenna, went to Yosemite for the day. Dillon was excited when we saw the deer behind him.<br /><div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSxo2xshfuc3FE7mltv3rggnPdjADrVK_omjKhct2QXjJ9idCI1_jLZH1aUk14lftEwtnHjlyh_Dr1l_rIE4QaO4cQDjWL9WhXqx9TbQn_vgTENqayjcbW2atmrF1vQS-BBfQcEQ/s400/IMG_4879.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618281705895542498" />It may be hard to tell from this picture, but the falls were amazing. Thanks to all the snowfall this winter and the warm weather last week, Yosemite falls was breathtaking.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cSFpWyVc417GvARijLcnu7dckzVRbzqjJLUjR1MsTPMlx_Sq1dvpUsfBeVJ9qj0JdMJEC6fwND2VhQq748RX5IiAh_E-wqJvAvVS3Jx1n_mt6LM4FpnGdiO5mHwVGxP7ACl_MQ/s400/IMG_4885.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618281758546153474" />On Saturday we had Dillon's birthday party at the park. Of course Grandma Sharon had to make a special cake for Dillon. He was having a super hero themed party so he picked a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle as his cake.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6LtA0pEcXT-PUl5LExEqu7UKK5qsxg5qOyDdCCmNGuuZ4KZuBJsGmhgb4e2pDbPntBqAyDlO5QtFA7J-ckntkTX86YcHhk83Iy5sYJV0rcFrQA-Tsbu3JgYPypkdiJ8OG4NM2CQ/s400/IMG_4896.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618284400706244754" />There was also a pinata at the party thanks to Uncle James and Aunt Michelle.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6aWcz-ZyHfFbq5c9lVeeLucJVqCA5tIkqxjyRPE-5g3Sg3ax8ou6rCtCmA-O0tJrzeDI41ySh27ekBQxpiDJwveT3ebcOfLCqUsXUl5sYVxU2bkHR5JrDJ7H5RjQasoDUcuh9Ng/s400/IMG_4901.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618284411383142498" />Dillon's pals from pre-school and church helped to sing happy birthday to him. Notice the awesome Spiderman cupcakes, another Grandma Sharon special.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Ii9773mCM6-XA1AqefRMbFQtK3CjIxAcyIXZu9QqwPp-6sOXYeJ4q43bXnbLN084AXWGtXL5yDzzn9z405j7hLElLsRhiPo_Bh5tmgKgcxml9tSFLe8ohYyDBloyd5RZgA_Tsg/s1600/IMG_4911.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Ii9773mCM6-XA1AqefRMbFQtK3CjIxAcyIXZu9QqwPp-6sOXYeJ4q43bXnbLN084AXWGtXL5yDzzn9z405j7hLElLsRhiPo_Bh5tmgKgcxml9tSFLe8ohYyDBloyd5RZgA_Tsg/s400/IMG_4911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618284420892390306" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Uncle James also provided all the kids with a <a href="http://jimmienixon.blogspot.com/2006/06/dillon-michael-nixon.html">Soccer Shots</a> shirt and ball. Thank you to all who came to the party, sent presents, and/or wished Dillon a happy birthday.</div></div></div>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-31958361911723025822011-05-07T16:10:00.000-07:002011-05-07T17:25:13.622-07:00Call Me Sis Pie, Not Cow Pie<div style="text-align: left;">It's amazing how much different girls are from boys. At 15 months, Dillon and Connor only wanted to play with tractors and cars. But Brenna loves walking around with her stuffed animals. Her favorite is the cow below.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxoD2LeGCRu7rpAqujLzzQeVx28wGOwdjwvFV8KNUqpmRSmcoV3cNoLxzt3dCEfEN2VIu_KWgH0nPLgqtnFh9Kunw-5X_YDwaT0mqfQ6EPtKgbe0E8fY3Jp4ES_zV8qg_pJbScPw/s400/IMG_4854.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604116749142173250" />She loves calling her cow "Baby" and randomly walks up to it to give it a hug.<br /><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKulcWyXwa_i29mDLvjojr01Ax66BK_bvhKbfxV7Ml_fmPIZhEVDn9SVLnsgrNIS0GGx-NnRX1vixQ-0bO5df1GvolpaC6i5JW2X6Jdg-yQxhUTNjgNX75SazsOJxk8sUBa829RQ/s400/IMG_4862.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604116750853847458" />Now that the weather is nice we got a chance to dress her in the cow dress that Aunt Terri got for Brenna. I might be a bit biased but I think she looks udder-ly moo-velous in it. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSLbtnA3keu_FVwIFo6ekHiNdXPSKoK0f2frLt3p50vhPWa5R8K0YUKHSZLrkt_2-sdBRfB1OJXHA_0ScKpyW_qLvpm6dJK7MsdpBg2D3VeIykjBREBUuxeHJj_sTLcfZDPLhVcA/s400/IMG_4867.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604116754816528626" /><div style="text-align: left;">Brenna's hair in the last few months has really started to grow. She still has a bit of a baby mullet, but the top and sides are finally are adding volume. </div></div>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-69249000337401992782011-04-19T19:15:00.000-07:002011-04-19T19:42:32.657-07:00Table Topper<div>Last week Brenna learned a new trick, much to her parents dismay. She was playing by her high chair and when I looked up, she was up on the kitchen table playing with the salt and pepper shakers. I think <a href="http://jimmienixon.blogspot.com/2007/08/dillon-and-otis.html">Dillon</a> and <a href="http://jimmienixon.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-will-be-boys.html">Connor</a> taught her how to climb.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fvWnK5f7SSWW7hgdl3xHPL9oImLvJ4af_37knXX6ZYQqaQowMoGRlmg6NG495uEm19GPdebXYeMOOa3TsE_VKwNiFkXR5TSIA-HsaPGsJHmh8GjSlglGpYr6cChEKegvK99Rww/s1600/IMG_4841.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fvWnK5f7SSWW7hgdl3xHPL9oImLvJ4af_37knXX6ZYQqaQowMoGRlmg6NG495uEm19GPdebXYeMOOa3TsE_VKwNiFkXR5TSIA-HsaPGsJHmh8GjSlglGpYr6cChEKegvK99Rww/s400/IMG_4841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597484297952677106" /></a>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-25878757380943839032011-03-30T20:30:00.000-07:002011-03-30T20:41:59.957-07:00Play Ball<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXOLA6txmzyqVJYBnSwz-ZTBxS-b1uG1R8jOI4T_OPLJs6pQWWNULuHqFMcqGEHREltODpatBqYhgOiqHYt7zXt_MdZtsx_ntQ3OctN1sW8t8A2krqke9n75sydxd2KzoX9ui3Mw/s1600/IMG_4839.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXOLA6txmzyqVJYBnSwz-ZTBxS-b1uG1R8jOI4T_OPLJs6pQWWNULuHqFMcqGEHREltODpatBqYhgOiqHYt7zXt_MdZtsx_ntQ3OctN1sW8t8A2krqke9n75sydxd2KzoX9ui3Mw/s400/IMG_4839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590082066000540786" /></a>Thanks to the Evans for my awesome birthday jersey. Now I will have something to wear when I go to AT&T Park to watch the Dodgers beat the Giants. Go Blue!Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-56640281004401354072011-03-28T22:06:00.000-07:002011-03-28T22:24:49.858-07:00Disneyland Trip 2011Back in <a href="http://jimmienixon.blogspot.com/2009/05/disneyland-video.html">April of 2009</a> I vowed we would never return to Disneyland with children under the age of three. Last week, after much prodding from my parents, I broke that promise.<div><br /></div><div>Even though the weather wasn't the best, we encountered rain on two of the four days in the park, we had a great time. Dillon had a blast and was tall enough to go on Space Mountain and the Tower of Terror with me. (He didn't enjoy either one.) Connor liked all the characters as long as he could view them from afar. (We did manage to get him close enough for pictures.) Brenna was mesmerized by A Small World. Christina and I relished every moment we could sit down.</div><div><br /></div><div>All three kids enjoyed spending time with Papa, Grandma Sharon, Uncle Larry, and all five of <a href="http://uscmorgans.blogspot.com/2011/03/disneyland-2011.html">the Morgans</a>. It was also nice to have a 1:1 adult to child ratio. However, I am declaring once again, we are not going back to Disneyland until after Brenna has turned four. Until that time, the kids can relive their trip with the video below.</div><div><br /></div><div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="385" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4umefhLfs1U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769412.post-34879861802408445062011-02-25T21:15:00.000-08:002011-02-25T21:22:30.965-08:00One Year StatsBrenna had her one year old check up this week. She <a href="http://jimmienixon.blogspot.com/2010/11/chart-toppers.html">continues</a> to be off the charts for her height and is in the 95th percentile for her weight. Below are her stats along with the boys at the same age:<div><br /></div><div>Brenna: 32 3/4 inches and 26 pounds 5 ounces</div><div><br /></div><div>Connor: 35 1/2 inches and 25 pounds 10 ounces (Note: Connor was 3 months late for his one year old checkup)</div><div><br /></div><div>Dillon: 31 inches and 22 pounds 8 ounces</div>Jimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584319146461927165noreply@blogger.com2