<?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-2753891344428070664</id><updated>2011-12-24T19:13:13.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Talks With Jackson</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cotton Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443037780800798086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/SMbJUrRatcI/AAAAAAAACBM/1dNH-nPOFjE/S220/logo250lr.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753891344428070664.post-3047776597916648128</id><published>2011-12-24T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T19:13:13.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dear God, I'm so sorry, please excuse me."</title><content type='html'>Prayer time each night at our house can be rather interesting, when your chain prayer includes an expressive 6-year-old. Tonight was no different. It is December 24, 2011...Christmas Eve...and the wonderful nativity story is fresh on our minds...so it has made it's way into his prayers here and there. Here is just the first minute of Jackson's prayer tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Mary and Joseph. And thank you so much for sending us the wonderful baby to save our lives. And God, you did such a great job picking out the name. I just love the name Jesus. (insert a very loud tooting noise here). Oh. Dear God, I'm so sorry, please excuse me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He then continues to finish his prayer, in all seriousness...I have no idea what was said after that...I was trying so hard not to laugh outloud. Oh my funny, gassy boy:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753891344428070664-3047776597916648128?l=specialtalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3047776597916648128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753891344428070664&amp;postID=3047776597916648128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/3047776597916648128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/3047776597916648128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-god-im-so-sorry-please-excuse-me.html' title='&quot;Dear God, I&apos;m so sorry, please excuse me.&quot;'/><author><name>Cotton Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443037780800798086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/SMbJUrRatcI/AAAAAAAACBM/1dNH-nPOFjE/S220/logo250lr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753891344428070664.post-5027449316857901629</id><published>2011-04-25T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T11:27:26.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap time = NO treasures in Heaven!</title><content type='html'>We've been talking a lot about storing up your treasures in Heaven and not here on earth, we just have so much "stuff", everywhere. And another hot topic around our house is obeying our mom and dad, AND obeying God. This coversation took place just a few minutes ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; Jackson, it's about nap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom, I can't take a nap today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Because Jesus said that I could just go to bed early tonight instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; When did he tell you that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Just now. I heard him.&lt;br /&gt;(a long pause while I continue to work on the computer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom, did you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, but you ARE going to take a nap today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom, do you know what's MORE important than listening to your mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Listening to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, well I'm listening to Jesus and doing what he says right now. I'm making sure you grow to be a healthy boy, and that means you need rest right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom! I HAVE to listen to Jesus, no matter what you say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; Jackson, you will take a nap today.&lt;br /&gt;(a long pause, I can just see the wheels turning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Well mom, I guess you won't get to see your treasures in Heaven. That just makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;(preceed with fake cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom, I'm never going to see you in Heaven! And you AREN'T going to get your treasures in Heaven! Because you DON'T listen to Jesus! And now I'M not going to get my treasures because YOU'RE not letting me mind Jesus and not take a nap!&lt;br /&gt;(now a full melt down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at this point, I'm even more certain this five-year-old needs a nap today:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753891344428070664-5027449316857901629?l=specialtalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5027449316857901629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753891344428070664&amp;postID=5027449316857901629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/5027449316857901629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/5027449316857901629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/2011/04/nap-time-no-treasures-in-heaven.html' title='Nap time = NO treasures in Heaven!'/><author><name>Cotton Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443037780800798086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/SMbJUrRatcI/AAAAAAAACBM/1dNH-nPOFjE/S220/logo250lr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753891344428070664.post-1334094307717956149</id><published>2011-02-18T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:21:17.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lincoln's kisses are just so special"</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was kissing and snuggling Lincoln, and apparently it was really bothering Jackson:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt;  Mom!  Don't get all of his kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm not Jackson, there are plenty more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt;  But mom, Lincoln's kisses are just so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt;  I know buddy, he's got plenty of kisses for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt;  But mom, the ones you are getting are the specialist, and I really need you to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt;  Okay Jackson, I'll stop for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753891344428070664-1334094307717956149?l=specialtalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1334094307717956149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753891344428070664&amp;postID=1334094307717956149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/1334094307717956149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/1334094307717956149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/2011/02/lincolns-kisses-are-just-so-special.html' title='&quot;Lincoln&apos;s kisses are just so special&quot;'/><author><name>Cotton Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443037780800798086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/SMbJUrRatcI/AAAAAAAACBM/1dNH-nPOFjE/S220/logo250lr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753891344428070664.post-5953008740074221844</id><published>2011-02-18T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:17:01.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You dicide what my bur-prise is, Dad"</title><content type='html'>This kid likes surprises, but he may be missing the point:)  This was a statement he made to Ben this week on the way to school one morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; "Okay dad, I tell you what...while I'm at school today, you dicide what you want to surprise me with. And then, after school, when you pick me up, I will ask you "what is my surprise", and then you can tell me what you dicided. Okay dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753891344428070664-5953008740074221844?l=specialtalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5953008740074221844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753891344428070664&amp;postID=5953008740074221844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/5953008740074221844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/5953008740074221844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-dicide-what-my-bur-prise-is-dad.html' title='&quot;You dicide what my bur-prise is, Dad&quot;'/><author><name>Cotton Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443037780800798086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/SMbJUrRatcI/AAAAAAAACBM/1dNH-nPOFjE/S220/logo250lr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753891344428070664.post-6325543326082084497</id><published>2010-11-14T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:45:56.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you 41,000</title><content type='html'>Jackson:   Mom, daddy told me we could put together my new firetruck tonight&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  Well, daddy must love you a lot&lt;br /&gt;Jackson:  Yeah, he loves me 41,000&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  41,000?&lt;br /&gt;Jackson:  Yes, how much do YOU love me mom?&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  I love you 41,000 41,000 41,000!&lt;br /&gt;Jackson:  Well mom, my daddy loves me 10 and a half&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  Well I love you 41,000 ten and a half&lt;br /&gt;Jackson:  Well, my daddy loves me 98&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  Well, not sure I can top that:)&lt;br /&gt;Jackson:  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This five-year-old LOVES his daddy:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753891344428070664-6325543326082084497?l=specialtalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6325543326082084497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753891344428070664&amp;postID=6325543326082084497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/6325543326082084497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/6325543326082084497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-you-41000.html' title='I love you 41,000'/><author><name>Cotton Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443037780800798086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/SMbJUrRatcI/AAAAAAAACBM/1dNH-nPOFjE/S220/logo250lr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753891344428070664.post-6110943104831570429</id><published>2009-10-08T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:57:33.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He FLEW up to Heaven?!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I picked Jackson up from pre-school.  I told him that Louis Thornton was in the hospital and that he was very sick.  Jackson said he wanted to make him a get well card to give him.  Well, this morning Louis was called Home around 5:30am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jackson:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Mom!  We didn't take Louis his get well card, how 'bout we do that today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Ah, buddy, God came and took Louis up to Heaven early this morning.  He's not at the&lt;br /&gt;hospital anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jackson:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  He FLEW up to Heaven?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jackson:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  But we didn't get to give him his get well card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I know, but guess what, he is completely healed now, he isn't sick anymore.  When God takes you to Heaven, you are healthy and well.  Isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jackson:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I want to go to Heaven and see Louis.  I want to go talk to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  What would you say to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jackson:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I would say, "God! (insert silly face with tongue hanging out)" and then God would laugh at me and think I was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  You certainly are funny Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I want to play with God too!  I want to wrestle, play with my legos, through the football, eat cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  That sounds like so much fun, you will get to do all of those things with Him someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Yeah, that's right.  I'm glad Louis isn't in the hospital anymore, I don't like hospitals, I don't like shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Me too buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis touched so many lives, and Jackson was so lucky to have him as the "neighborhood grandpa," he will be missed:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753891344428070664-6110943104831570429?l=specialtalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6110943104831570429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753891344428070664&amp;postID=6110943104831570429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/6110943104831570429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/6110943104831570429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-flew-up-to-heaven.html' title='He FLEW up to Heaven?!'/><author><name>Cotton Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443037780800798086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/SMbJUrRatcI/AAAAAAAACBM/1dNH-nPOFjE/S220/logo250lr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753891344428070664.post-8949083495302138125</id><published>2009-05-18T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:24:04.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"and tell Him we love and miss our daddy"</title><content type='html'>Now that Ben is a Firefighter, we miss him the nights that he is gone. Every night, we pray to God about EVERYTHING...literally:) Jackson always wants me to say the prayer, but by the end, we have switched, and he is doing all the talking:) This is how it went last Friday night... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsey: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy, don't forget to tell him we love and miss our daddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsey: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay babe, Dear God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't forget!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsey: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't forget Jackson, let me say it. Dear God, thank you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for our daddy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsey: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, thank you for our daddy. We love him so very much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we miss him!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsey: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we miss him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uh huh, we do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsey: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please help keep him safe while he is helping people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom, I'll say it now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsey: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God, thank you for our daddy, we love and miss him so much, keep him safe cuz he helping people. Make him come home now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course we went on praying for...well...ever:) Our prayers are long around here, some nights I have to pray him to sleep:) We certainly pray a lot for "our daddy"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337231210242415906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/ShGnggKgnSI/AAAAAAAADCY/JnkG6P9vhA0/s400/DSC00630-43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337230663314518466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/ShGnAqsvMcI/AAAAAAAADCI/rIzSyGD8zZA/s400/DSC00993-3.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/2753891344428070664-8949083495302138125?l=specialtalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8949083495302138125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753891344428070664&amp;postID=8949083495302138125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/8949083495302138125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/8949083495302138125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-tell-him-we-love-and-miss-our-daddy.html' title='&quot;and tell Him we love and miss our daddy&quot;'/><author><name>Cotton Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443037780800798086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/SMbJUrRatcI/AAAAAAAACBM/1dNH-nPOFjE/S220/logo250lr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/ShGnggKgnSI/AAAAAAAADCY/JnkG6P9vhA0/s72-c/DSC00630-43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753891344428070664.post-9173069617832182607</id><published>2009-05-18T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:08:14.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm going scubin"</title><content type='html'>Last week, we took Jackson to the Dollar Store to pick out something with his money. He has been into scubadivers ever since we went to the Denver Aquarium this past February, and saw a couple of them cleaning the tank and swimming with the sharks. So, at the store he saw a snorkle set, and he bought it:) So that day, it was a little windy and cool outside, so we let him get in our tub to "practice" scubadiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson: &lt;em&gt;Mom, I'm a scubadiver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey: &lt;em&gt;You sure are a good one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson: &lt;em&gt;Yes I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey: &lt;em&gt;uh huh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson: &lt;em&gt;Mom, I have to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey: &lt;em&gt;Where are you going?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson: &lt;em&gt;I'm goin' scubin'!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337227272054844834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/ShGj7RRbLaI/AAAAAAAADB4/tmpLeAoUUn8/s400/scubadiver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753891344428070664-9173069617832182607?l=specialtalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/feeds/9173069617832182607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753891344428070664&amp;postID=9173069617832182607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/9173069617832182607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/9173069617832182607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-going-scubin.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m going scubin&quot;'/><author><name>Cotton Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443037780800798086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/SMbJUrRatcI/AAAAAAAACBM/1dNH-nPOFjE/S220/logo250lr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/ShGj7RRbLaI/AAAAAAAADB4/tmpLeAoUUn8/s72-c/scubadiver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753891344428070664.post-5630946576255756241</id><published>2009-02-16T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:28:33.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He will show you too...</title><content type='html'>This morning, after a particularly hard weekend being sick and grieving over Robyn, we made our regular drive to Rainbow School...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Mommy, why you so sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; Just one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Moooommmmmyyyy...why you so saaad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; I just need help to get through today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; You need help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I need God to help me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Where is He?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; He's all around, in Heaven, especially in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Heaven is up there. (pointing up to the sky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, Heaven is up there, but God is really close to you too. He's everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; I want to go see him up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; You will one day, He's so excited to have you come home to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; He will show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a few seconds pass...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; He will show &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God comforted me through my precious three-year-old this morning:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753891344428070664-5630946576255756241?l=specialtalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5630946576255756241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753891344428070664&amp;postID=5630946576255756241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/5630946576255756241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/5630946576255756241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-will-show-you-too.html' title='He will show you too...'/><author><name>Cotton Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443037780800798086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/SMbJUrRatcI/AAAAAAAACBM/1dNH-nPOFjE/S220/logo250lr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753891344428070664.post-8722119463549657786</id><published>2009-02-12T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:07:02.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monty!  Keep your big boy underware dry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt;  Monty, these are your big boy underware. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt;  Monty, no, you need to tell me when you need to go potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh no Monty!  Keep your big boy underware dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monty is his stuffed monkey...he had put some of his underware on him:)  We are fully potty trained now, so everything is about big boy underware:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753891344428070664-8722119463549657786?l=specialtalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8722119463549657786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753891344428070664&amp;postID=8722119463549657786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/8722119463549657786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/8722119463549657786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/2009/02/monty-keep-your-big-boy-underware-dry.html' title='Monty!  Keep your big boy underware dry!'/><author><name>Cotton Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443037780800798086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/SMbJUrRatcI/AAAAAAAACBM/1dNH-nPOFjE/S220/logo250lr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753891344428070664.post-7515120097434702089</id><published>2008-09-16T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:03:26.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Nanny Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I want that toy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;you want that toy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;yeah, I want that toy. when Nanny comes, I go get that toy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Nanny, what ever will we do with you:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753891344428070664-7515120097434702089?l=specialtalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7515120097434702089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753891344428070664&amp;postID=7515120097434702089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/7515120097434702089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/7515120097434702089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-nanny-comes.html' title='When Nanny Comes'/><author><name>Cotton Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443037780800798086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/SMbJUrRatcI/AAAAAAAACBM/1dNH-nPOFjE/S220/logo250lr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753891344428070664.post-5509145005493685485</id><published>2008-09-16T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:03:43.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Stinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;daddy, do you have to go to work tomorrow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;yeah buddy, that stinks huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;yeah, that stinks...mommy stinks too...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he associated "working" with "stinking"...he doesn't know how right he is:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2753891344428070664-5509145005493685485?l=specialtalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5509145005493685485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2753891344428070664&amp;postID=5509145005493685485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/5509145005493685485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2753891344428070664/posts/default/5509145005493685485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialtalks.blogspot.com/2008/09/work-stinks.html' title='Work Stinks'/><author><name>Cotton Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443037780800798086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqmFWxi8jRA/SMbJUrRatcI/AAAAAAAACBM/1dNH-nPOFjE/S220/logo250lr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
