tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18693880754636900862024-03-05T04:22:13.617-08:00Jeff's JourneyJeff is one very special young man! He has a rare syndrome called CHARGE Syndrome. He has faced many life threatening conditions and surgeries in his life. He is such a fighter and has blessed many lives with his strong, beautiful spirit. He is deaf/blind and non-verbal and deals daily with many challenges.
He is 29 yrs. old and is a very happy young man with a fun sense of humor.Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-14468733353058034262014-01-07T11:44:00.000-08:002014-01-07T11:48:04.715-08:00Behind Already!Yep, my Mom is behind already! She has been kind of busy lately so I decided to let it slide. Low and behold, she took it upon herself to get caught up on my blog for for me. <br />
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Christmas and New Years has come and gone. I had a GREAT Christmas as usual. New Years Day is ahh, just another day as far as I'm concerned.<br />
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Those of you that know me, know I absolutely LOVE Christmas! I get so excited! I love the decorations that Mom puts up. I love the presents. I love Santa. I love changing my count-down to Christmas calendar every day. I love the gluten-free treats she makes. I love the nativity with baby Jesus that she put out. I love checking what Santa gave me in my Christmas Stocking. I love the Christmas tree and all it's decorations. Mom has to keep an eye on me because I just love to sneak the mini light bulbs off the tree and eat them. She was relentless this year and I didn't even get to eat one! I know . . . Mom tells me I'm weird for wanting to eat them! She said I have PICA which is why I try to eat uneatable things. But she said I am getting better - I think SHE is getting better at stopping me. <i></i> Anyway, I truly had a GREAT Christmas. <br />
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All the things I love! </div>
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What I woke up to on Christmas morning. Along with presents, Santa always leaves balloons for me too, because he knows how much I LOVE BALLOONS! </div>
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Some of the great things I got for Christmas. </div>
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What most of it looks like after I get through loving it to pieces. </div>
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Me opening and checking out everything in my stocking. </div>
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What Dad got in his stocking . . 2 lumps of COAL! Mom said he was a naughty boy this year. Later we found another stocking for him, so I guess Santa was playing a trick on him. Silly Santa!</div>
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Just one of my favorite gifts from my bother Dave and his family. It lights up, spins, and vibrates, and they sent two of these and another gun that does the same thing. Do they know what I like or what! </div>
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My sweet Grandma Baker spent the day with us. Isn't she cute! My Aunt Patti came too. </div>
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Yep, I had another great Christmas! Santa and my family was really good to me.</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom (when she is in her 'groove'), usually posts about all the "fun" things I've been doing. Just so you know my life isn't all fun & games, I thought she should post about what a GREAT worker I am.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom made arrangements with a few businesses in town, to let me come do some work for them. I go a couple times a week, and my support worker, Randolph Seamons, takes me and helps be to stay focused on the job. I spend about 30 minutes folding pizza boxes for <i>Pizza Villa</i>. It's okay, not my favorite thing to do, but I do a good job for about 30 minutes. I tend to get a bit distracted, so 30 minutes is my limit for now, but I'll keep working on it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Here's a picture of me at <i>Pizza Villa</i>, very distracted, and reporting for duty.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This was my first day there, and the lady was showing me how to do it. I'm like, yea lady, I did this years ago back in High School. But I was polite and played it cool. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Another job I have is breaking down boxes for <i>Radio Shack</i>, then taking them to be disposed of. I like this job a lot better. I can work for about 1 hour doing this. I am really good at this!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Here's a picture of me at <i>Radio Shack</i> working with the boxes. I break them down and then take them to be recycled.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Oh yeah, I get a bit distracted working here too, but Randolph helps to keep me on track.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Now for my FAVORITE job of all . . . <i>Stokes Market</i>! I do this for about 2 hours, </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">but I could do this ALL DAY, I love it so much!</span></span></div>
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Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-71700887684846687932013-12-14T14:50:00.000-08:002013-12-14T14:50:02.024-08:00A Fresh StartAttention everyone . . . I have been trying to motivate Mom to update my blog for quite some time. She made a few attempts that ended up as 'drafts', but they never got posted. In the process of trying to post them, my technologically challenged Mom, managed to delete not only the drafts, but some of my past posts! Poor, poor, Mom was getting so overwhelmed, and rather than give-up, she decided it was okay to 'Start Fresh'. So she is just going to post my current doings, and I am fine with that.<br />
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That being said, last night I went to our church's Christmas Party with Mom and Dad. I had such a fun time. Before we left, Mom & Dad (both at different times) told me we were going to see SANTA!! I LOVE that guy, always have, always will! I was so excited to go. We got there early because Mom wanted me to be able to see Santa before all the little kids got there. You see, because of some of my challenges, waiting is extremely hard for me. I tend to get over-stimulated in crowds, and then I just lose control. Mom didn't want me to go through all that, so that's why she wanted me to see him first. Well, because Santa was so busy, he was running a little late. When he did get there, they asked "who wants to see Santa first"? I didn't know what hit me....Mom moved so fast, practically shoving me all the way to the front, while yelling . . . JEFF DOES, JEFF DOES! Well everyone agreed that I should go first. Are they great or what? I spent the rest of the night just smiling, and smiling. Here's proof that I saw Santa . . . (I was playing it cool for the camera).<br />
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There was also an "Ugly Sweater Contest". I didn't have a sweater, but I have this T-shirt that says "This is my ugly Xmas tee", so I wore that. I didn't win, but I liked standing up with everyone else.<br />
Great night, great food, great fun . . . and I smiled all night long.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i><b>Shared from Mommies of Miracles ♥<br /> I Am The Child ~ Author Unknown<br /> <br /> I am the child who cannot talk. You often pity me, I see it in your eyes. You wonder how much I am aware of — I see that as well. I am aware of much — whether you are happy or sad or fearful, patient or impatient, full of love and desire, or if you are just doing your duty by me. I marvel at your frustration, knowing mine to be far<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span></b></i></span><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i><b> greater, for I cannot express myself or my needs as you do.<br /> <br /> You cannot conceive my isolation, so complete it is at times. I do not gift you with clever conversation, cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated. I do not give you answers to your everyday questions, responses over my well-being, sharing my needs, or comments about the world about me. I do not give you rewards as defined by the world’s standards — great strides in development that you can credit yourself; I do not give you understanding as you know it.<br /> <br /> What I give you is so much more valuable — I give you instead opportunities. Opportunities to discover the depth of your character, not mine; the depth of your love, your commitment, your patience, your abilities; the opportunity to explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible. I drive you further than you would ever go on your own, working harder, seeking answers to your many questions with no answers. I am the child who cannot talk.</b></i></span></span><br />
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Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-3539419194340319192011-12-27T11:52:00.000-08:002011-12-27T12:22:29.274-08:00<br />
<strong>WOW, what a GREAT Christmas I had!! I have been so excited about Christmas that I was the one to wake everyone up this year! Dad is usually the one to wake me up,</strong> <strong>but I beat him to the punch this year... I got them up at 5:30 AM! I was just so excited!</strong><br />
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<strong>We opened our gifts and Santa and everyone else gave me just what I like...things that spin, light up, and vibrate. Everything was so awesome! After we ate breakfast we got ready for church. We only had one meeting today and I was very well behaved at church. Mom said she was so proud of me. </strong><br />
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<strong>When we got home from church, my Grandma and my Aunt Patti came over to share the day with us. We enjoyed a yummy dinner and lots of visiting. However, I really didn't visit that much. I just wanted to go to my room and break open all my toys to see what was inside them. I just haven't caught on yet that if I break a toy, it won't work anymore. But that's okay, because then I love all the pieces! I love to encase them in tape and tie string on them and hang them everywhere. I am a really creative guy you know! Mom did put a couple of things I got away because they are things that she has to help me with. Later in the early evening, I almost forgot about our Christmas stockings, and had to remind Dad that we hadn't opened them yet. Grandma & Aunt Patti had gone home, so Mom, Dad and I opened our stockings and wow, I got even more neat stuff. Yes indeed, I had an awesome Christmas!</strong><br />
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<br />Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-31315555235543528502011-12-13T09:25:00.000-08:002011-12-13T09:34:27.904-08:00Yea!!! Christmas Is Coming!<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>I am getting so excited! Christmas is coming! Here is what it looks like at our house. When I see all these decorations go up, I know that a fun, special time is on it's way.</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Posted by My Mom</span></strong>Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-47980778533030406072011-11-17T10:55:00.000-08:002011-11-17T19:43:09.026-08:00The Case Of The Missing CameraWinter is on it's way here at the Baker home and a lot has happened since Mom last posted for me. I'd better let you know that there won't be any pictures for a while, at least until Mom gets a new camera. <br />
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After Halloween, Mom left her camera in it's case, on the counter for a couple of days. Silly Mommy, you'd think she'd know better by now that you DON'T leave anything like that within my reach. I got up during the night and YEP, I TOOK IT! I encased that sucker in tape, string and more tape. She saw this little square shaped thing in my bucket one day, but didn't think anything of it, as I always have weird shaped things encased in tape in my bucket. I ended up throwing it in the trash when I cleaned out my bucket. A few days later she went to get her camera to download my Halloween pictures and a few others, and that's when she noticed her camera was missing. The case was there, but no camera. She spent about a week looking everywhere for it. After much looking and even praying, she remembered this little square thing she saw in my bucket one morning. Her brain light came on and she realized THAT was her camera. Of course by then, the trash had been picked up and it is somewhere in the Franklin Co. landfill. So the case of the missing camera has been solved. Silly, silly Mommy! She is still learning lessons the hard way.<br />
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Okay, so guess what I was for Halloween? I'll give you a couple of hints...it's my favorite kind of candy. Mom always keeps a GIANT bag of it handy to reward me for my toileting efforts. If you know me well, then you guessed right . . . That's right I was an M&M peanut!!! Mom was a M&M plain candy.<br />
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I REALLY love Halloween. I LOVE wearing costumes and getting candy. After all these years, I've got this thing down pat. While wearing my costume, I sign 'trick-or-treat', then I take one candy (but a lot of times people throw me off by having me take more), then I sign 'Thank You', and quickly move on. The only thing I haven't figured out is . . . where does all that candy I got go, once we get home!<br />
(*Mom's note - because of Jeff's Celiacs Disease, there's a lot of candy he can't have, so Dad thoughtfully eats it so Jeff won't get sick.)<br />
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Moving on . . . I have a new CSW (Community Support Worker). Her name is Toni Kelly. She just started working for/with me on Tuesday. So far I'm trying to be good and not test her too much. I think she's going to be good. Of course, she's not my buddy Kalin, but I guess I can be flexible if I have to be. Kalin got a job with more hours and full benefits, so even though I miss him, Mom and I understand that it's better for him & his wife. When Mom gets a new camera, I'll have her post a picture of Toni and me. So far, she and I have gone shopping and swimming this week. Oh, and my CSW and buddy Daniel, (he worked with me until school started in August) will be working with me on Fridays & Saturdays until Track season starts. So I'm a happy guy! I get to get out and do lots of fun things without Mom. I love her, but I do need a break from her always telling me what to do. Mom's can be funny that way, and guys need a little space. I think it's good for her too, as she can be so 'clingy' concerning me sometimes.<br />
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Posted by My MomJeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-73714933576944576202011-10-10T14:31:00.000-07:002011-10-10T14:44:06.421-07:00Good Bye Summer - Hello FallEven with Mom recovering from back surgery, I have had a GREAT Summer!!<br />
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Daniel Seamons worked with me most of the summer and I had a good time with him, doing all my favorite and fun things.<br />
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In late August, my good friend and buddy, Kalin Hansen, came home from going to school abroad in Chile. He brought home with him his beautiful wife Karen, that he met and married while he spent a year there. Mom said things worked out really great because just as Daniel was going back to school, Kalin came home and wanted to be my support worker again. We are working around his college classes, but he takes me out from noon to five, M-W-F. Tues. & Thurs. it's only from three to five. But I'm having so much fun.<br />
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Here's a picture of me and my good buddy Kalin.<br />
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We do a lot of things together. We go shopping, to the movies, bowling, play basketball & soccer, go to the park. We went to both the Franklin County Fair and the Logan, UT. fair. I had a ball at both! Below are some pictures of the fun things we've been doing . . <br />
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Kicking the soccer ball around. . .<br />
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Just relaxing and tying string on the merry-go-round at the park. I love things than spin around.<br />
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Playing on some of the equipment at the park.<br />
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Bowling . . .<br />
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Shucks, I only got 8 pins.<br />
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I like to go shopping and look at all the cool things, learning to keep my hands to myself, and deciding what I want to buy. This cool skull is what I picked out and I LOVE IT!! We're in the car on the way home, and I'm worn out from shopping.<br />
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My all-time FAVORITE thing to do is swimming!<br />
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I was teasing Kalin. He kept signing for me to 'smile' for the camera. So I just signed 'smile' right back at him. Mom says I have a fun sense of humor. <br />
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Ahhhh . . . the joys of life. I LOVE this chair!! It also keeps me up out of the water so I don't drink the pool water. I still don't understand why they don't want me to do that.<br />
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Yep . . this is the life alright. I could stay here all day! <br />
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I'm a happy guy. Life is WONDERFUL!! I'm king of my house, my family loves me, I get all the string, tape, and balloons that I want, and I've got a great buddy to do things with! What more could a guy like me ask for? Yep, I'm happy and blessed.<br />
Posted by My MomJeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-78042870570060977302011-08-14T15:09:00.000-07:002011-08-14T15:27:46.378-07:00<div><div>Since Mom is FINALLY trying to get my blog updated, she's now going to post about my dental check-up from last month. When I get my dental work done, I have to go into the operating room in the hospital. I don't entend to let ANYONE get into my mouth unless I'm out cold. So, that's what they do....put me out cold. It's no big deal for me. I go in happy, the dentist cleans my teeth or does any work that needs doing, then I wake up, go home, and I'm usually happy. It was a piece of cake because I had no cavities this time. </div><div> Before.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8h0zcCtClvdRgftsXuV4wGgBzP4oAmU3SEyX8f7FPjpvLjwNUF7PMHiwCLlrYbDYLYFURkA6QB9-05_JJmE5lN4BRK7YR6sEzG1BjoMNGnW2rO4AF669BLQ0hz1ep_LH1PdPUSkI7iX7/s1600/8-14-11+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640838994371584866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8h0zcCtClvdRgftsXuV4wGgBzP4oAmU3SEyX8f7FPjpvLjwNUF7PMHiwCLlrYbDYLYFURkA6QB9-05_JJmE5lN4BRK7YR6sEzG1BjoMNGnW2rO4AF669BLQ0hz1ep_LH1PdPUSkI7iX7/s320/8-14-11+002.JPG" /></a><br />During.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBcqUKtSwPspCt04fze6Ue-rBQ7pFMPEMW9LFvv2LvTrBmLT76mON1d6rLT_TkWIIawh55G9KJrrSOVmkg1XtDN7vCcXj7bowuo41CM2nykIWISPTakukFsfcley7Z1_iJMbFztlQExvAp/s1600/8-14-11+004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640839378247602354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBcqUKtSwPspCt04fze6Ue-rBQ7pFMPEMW9LFvv2LvTrBmLT76mON1d6rLT_TkWIIawh55G9KJrrSOVmkg1XtDN7vCcXj7bowuo41CM2nykIWISPTakukFsfcley7Z1_iJMbFztlQExvAp/s320/8-14-11+004.JPG" /></a><br />After.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFUjDiA5MmVprfXPEDPN-2Q9lBMIfrztVlxHDIgHxuJBK1KloWX6RgEULbaItb6lpNjxa2SFK7sNCHoKGlU3IOihIjPeo1EaBl6oegZTChYVhfPkeF8L9qUS7Cjbgo-xVqBzYd_RsQpx0V/s1600/8-14-11+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640839700978008594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFUjDiA5MmVprfXPEDPN-2Q9lBMIfrztVlxHDIgHxuJBK1KloWX6RgEULbaItb6lpNjxa2SFK7sNCHoKGlU3IOihIjPeo1EaBl6oegZTChYVhfPkeF8L9qUS7Cjbgo-xVqBzYd_RsQpx0V/s320/8-14-11+007.JPG" /></a><br />See, a piece of cake!</div></div><br /><br />Posted by MomJeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-59485269171809704622011-08-10T14:41:00.000-07:002011-08-14T15:27:46.387-07:00THE BIRTHDAY BOY!<div><div><div>Just wanted to let everyone know that I had a great birthday!! I got lots of birthday wishes from so many of you....Thank you for remembering me.<br /><br /></div><div>Because I get 'over stimulated' when there's lots of people around, it was just Mom, Dad and me. Mom made me this yummy Tagliatelle gluten-free pasta w/shrimp, veggies, in a garlic cream cheese sauce for dinner dinner. Mom is cool, she knows how much I love pasta! Oooo it was good. Then, for desssert I had an awesome gluten-free choc brownie/ice cream birthday cake.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>Here's a picture of me before blowing out my candles.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz8UfiInCGnvRGFW9hBzDoM7PmPHb_Xx3TbeJiES1-3mBQXwYWkGiYuZPtKDJKhtzBcGZM0teFHf9NFUv6RNSXRJxK9G-lBNejQ9sp76gZPvNU7turjpey6BioIIbwDyl0wC9aZZBQS-r1/s1600/8-14-11+015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640832956938085634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz8UfiInCGnvRGFW9hBzDoM7PmPHb_Xx3TbeJiES1-3mBQXwYWkGiYuZPtKDJKhtzBcGZM0teFHf9NFUv6RNSXRJxK9G-lBNejQ9sp76gZPvNU7turjpey6BioIIbwDyl0wC9aZZBQS-r1/s320/8-14-11+015.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Here's a picture of me enjoying my birthday cake...YUM!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPcY_U7eA3DLi676kU3DZwK0iEo7Rj_9eNFJEOrn7Vef94mS1uu5-Z9ZfKaKNAI90pcStAtiIWVfWQUijCzYA0RJFLvxhTq9_iMgFZoecyQIebGhyphenhyphenmDIj2jEB1oyMVL8bZY-SSNAF5kOh/s1600/8-14-11+017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640833705070388146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPcY_U7eA3DLi676kU3DZwK0iEo7Rj_9eNFJEOrn7Vef94mS1uu5-Z9ZfKaKNAI90pcStAtiIWVfWQUijCzYA0RJFLvxhTq9_iMgFZoecyQIebGhyphenhyphenmDIj2jEB1oyMVL8bZY-SSNAF5kOh/s320/8-14-11+017.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Here I am playing with one of my birthday presents....I LOVE these things!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHOkahH5wZPqYIaAUDaYEmH5huO3Yjyq-UnQsUfalM5dvVt-r8UnXcwwLvuVbgeSY9B8XvE4tDqgnG4sULNqwsosYEZ5Nl-OvJlSukpboKQJ5AzQ9do7L-62qukfSKHAhes9MY5iScIl3r/s1600/8-14-11+023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640834593261734018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHOkahH5wZPqYIaAUDaYEmH5huO3Yjyq-UnQsUfalM5dvVt-r8UnXcwwLvuVbgeSY9B8XvE4tDqgnG4sULNqwsosYEZ5Nl-OvJlSukpboKQJ5AzQ9do7L-62qukfSKHAhes9MY5iScIl3r/s320/8-14-11+023.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I stayed up really late on my birthday playing with the toys I got. Then, the next morning I did the same thing. I was so engrossed building things, that I completely forgot that I like to eat every two hours. I didn't stop until after lunch, and only then, because Dad made me come eat some lunch. And get this, I didn't take a nap at all that day!!!!! I ALWAYS take a nap sometime during the day. Man, I was just too busy! Yes sir, it was a great birthday!!</div><br /><br /><div>Posted by My Mom</div></div></div><br />Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-50649418984705914972011-08-07T06:15:00.000-07:002011-08-07T21:41:05.735-07:00A Letter To My SonMy Darling Son,<br /><br />Soon you will be 27!! As I look at those years, I realize they have gone by so very quickly. As your birthday approaches there are things I wish I could say to you. Because of the challenges that afflict your body, and bind your mind, you would not understand. As I morn the loss of the verbal communication that we can never have here on earth, the feelings within my heart spill out of me with no place to go.<br /><br />As other young men your age move on from their missions, graduate college, have jobs, get married and start having families, do you ever wonder what your future has in store? No, I suppose not, as the future is not anything you can comprehend. Because of your mind, what others consider "normal" everyday hopes and dreams, have been taken from you. But dear Jeff, after this long earthy journey ends, you will be given all that you have missed out on in this life.<br /><br />If you were capable of ever asking, Why am I here? - This is the answer that I would give you. YOU ARE HERE TO BE MY TEACHER, and a teacher to those around you. One day, in the next life, you will be able to open this gift with joy and understanding.<br /><br />First, you taught me what it means to experience the kind of love that exists only between a mother and her child. Sometimes I thought I would expire from sheer elation. Sometimes I thought I would expire from sheer exhaustion. Both could claim Mother love to be their sire.<br /><br />From the very beginning of your life, you suffered with many life-threatening health conditions, surgeries, and physical challenges; you taught me patience, tolerance and long-suffering. You also taught me about sacrifice, charity, service, and what it means to forget one's self. I yearned with every fiber of my being-would have given every fiber of my being, to have you whole. But that was not to be. You then taught me to accept and cherish you for who you were, not for what might have been. You have taught me to study, learn, fight and to never give up.<br /><br />Throughout the years you have taught me what is truly important in this world and quite frankly, what is not. Most of all, you have taught me what it means to align my will with that of God. To know that, in every case, His ways, His means, His timetable, His truth, are all that is worth having. You have taught me how much He loves me, and how much trust He has placed in me, by allowing me to have you in my life. I know that if I am ever to return and live with Him, I needed all the things that only you, would and could teach me.<br /><br />You, my son, ARE A TEACHER, and the gift of knowledge has no price!<br /><br />Thank you for all that you have taught me. I love you beyond measure, forever, and always.<br />Your loving Mother<br /><br />Posted by My MomJeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-49268400720712215052011-08-06T09:39:00.000-07:002011-08-06T10:04:16.881-07:00There's Going To Be a Lot of Catching Up To Do Someday!In February Mom's back started getting bad. She has had a lot of pain ever since! Something about a bulging disc pressing on a bunch of nerves. Nothing seems to be working and the doctor is talking surgery. To be quite honest, she's been no fun at all. Plus, she hasn't posted anything at all for me. I've been having lots of fun this summer with my support worker Daniel. He's a cool guy, and I like doing things with him. <br /><br />My great Dad has been doing almost <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">everything</span> for me and for Mom. He has learned how to help me with all my personal cares, fix my food, clean up after me, and well, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">basically</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">everything</span> that Mom always did. I wanted Mom to post this for me, just so you guys know I'm still around, happy and enjoying life.<br /><br />Posted by My MomJeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-43519872899352746792011-01-02T15:18:00.000-08:002011-01-03T14:30:53.004-08:002011 Has Begun!!HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! Wow, it's a new year with lots of great and enjoyable things to look forward to. Well, that's what my Mom says anyway.<br /><br />This is how I spent New Years Eve.....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzZh4JngZOp7UH-J_pF7o_XoFB0bMM-siT4IkAqaPwjQaJ3lc6wwEJ14deNjr4OrlOqycfkO4dgn24theI2sp4gZ1Ty-WuRQsrXz9f2BhZUwUfW3fBe_gLGPgL14Rl4c_E3zcq8yfyzIUk/s1600/1-1-11+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558088742746272866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzZh4JngZOp7UH-J_pF7o_XoFB0bMM-siT4IkAqaPwjQaJ3lc6wwEJ14deNjr4OrlOqycfkO4dgn24theI2sp4gZ1Ty-WuRQsrXz9f2BhZUwUfW3fBe_gLGPgL14Rl4c_E3zcq8yfyzIUk/s320/1-1-11+001.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Yep, that's me under all those covers & pillows. I'm sound asleep and so was everyone else here at home. I don't really understand all the fuss about New Years Eve. When I'm tired, I want to go to bed. Mom and Dad must feel the same way, because they do the same thing. Mom said there was a time when they used to stay up and ring in the New Year, but they are old now and need their rest.<br /><br />Now that the holidays are past, I'm looking forward to doing some snow shoeing, and X-country skiing with Common Ground when they start. Mom is encouraging me to get more exercise so I'll be stronger when I go and do the fun winter things Common Ground has planned. She thought it would be good for me to start walking. So she and I are walking on the treadmill everyday. We make a great team! She motivates me and I motivate her.<br /><br />Here's a picture of me walking on one of the treadmills at home. Mom usually walks on the big one next to me, but she got off to take the picture of me.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKClr5YVNmAhswkRU9B9qEi3GKVISAa_a341ELqVH9RICsBNGDmogojh3KlSgavVczCwX82Q-UerjfMZOWJTXvCN_J8tckFAuTh6UtJxQP8ccDygU2au8cCLgKyTpppyT1YVnxdDZRE4Rm/s1600/1-1-11+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558088738751934754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKClr5YVNmAhswkRU9B9qEi3GKVISAa_a341ELqVH9RICsBNGDmogojh3KlSgavVczCwX82Q-UerjfMZOWJTXvCN_J8tckFAuTh6UtJxQP8ccDygU2au8cCLgKyTpppyT1YVnxdDZRE4Rm/s320/1-1-11+002.JPG" /></a><br /><br />I think it is so cool to walk on the treadmill and I really enjoy it. I like it better than walking outside because it's nice and FLAT! Remember, I don't like walking on uneven ground. Plus it's only 15 degrees out...to cold for me!<br /><br />Posted by My MomJeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-73014469832949708542010-12-29T11:25:00.000-08:002010-12-29T12:26:54.977-08:00Christmas Was So Fun!<div>WOW, what a fun Christmas I had! It was just Mom, Dad and me, but it was just great! Dad came into my room to wake me up at 7 A.M. He had been awake since 5 A.M. and wanted to wake me up then, but Mom wouldn't let him. She wanted to sleep a bit longer but Dad kept asking her every 30 minutes if he could go wake me up. Finally at 7, she gave up trying to sleep, and when he asked her again if he could wake me up, she said yes. Dad came into my room and woke me up and signed that Santa Clause came and brought presents. As most of you know, I move pretty slow, but when he told me Santa came, I flew out of my bed. When I went into the living room and saw the balloons and presents, I was so excited, and I just kept smiling and laughing. I popped a couple of balloons first then Dad started handing me the presents. I loved opening them and had to examine each one thoroughly before I could move on to the next one. <br /><br /></div><div></div><div>After I opened all my gifts, we ate a yummy breakfast. I surprised Mom by communicating to her that it was time and I wanted to see what was in our stockings. That's the very first time I have ever done that. But I knew that after breakfast we always get our stockings. Since she didn't say anything, I did! She and Dad were proud of me for doing that. I got more neat toys and candies in my stocking.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>I loved all the toys I got and true to form, I had most of them broken by that evening. I LOVED playing with and taking apart my toys. And when I had nothing but pieces left, I LOVED playing with the pieces. I didn't even stop to take a nap during the day like I usually do. I was totally engrossed with playing and taking everything apart. Mom put some of the things away....things that she needs to help me play with, but that was okay with me. It was really a GREAT Christmas!!! Here's some pictures Mom took.....</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGM3Fs6TNj3hQsaE58j7IoxjeOygJLU3Kl-De_xmlD3Nn29yrrAIJQ-iSCprrY8t6-mre99BqrNLCNStTv3JjUINX6Mo1c8Ni4DUf1t6SQufDE5HAS0mFYXP3vpqxF2dXiTzxI5-ThCcX1/s1600/Xmas2010+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556199092782027362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGM3Fs6TNj3hQsaE58j7IoxjeOygJLU3Kl-De_xmlD3Nn29yrrAIJQ-iSCprrY8t6-mre99BqrNLCNStTv3JjUINX6Mo1c8Ni4DUf1t6SQufDE5HAS0mFYXP3vpqxF2dXiTzxI5-ThCcX1/s320/Xmas2010+001.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDA_mxMmSlfT0zLPX_e89WADTAy6mfCpn1gMJXs4zL3E7aTdVFVXwMbVJfAm7L8nEtKH3Dpx3ZS8slDzzwUF15R9VoCiuJhpNzjfq0TEDwnOoCQcxggxFqT7EZdbnnuIUh3j6DAxffpfon/s1600/Xmas2010+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556199090860387010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDA_mxMmSlfT0zLPX_e89WADTAy6mfCpn1gMJXs4zL3E7aTdVFVXwMbVJfAm7L8nEtKH3Dpx3ZS8slDzzwUF15R9VoCiuJhpNzjfq0TEDwnOoCQcxggxFqT7EZdbnnuIUh3j6DAxffpfon/s320/Xmas2010+003.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoQP2lSwtO-iv_okwvqs7zhOYKG-XZUWQcqgDYy3PY_mE4wi4jXp68SbYC6WLf4wQDaJDW5lUNphSawh-X7Q8sqpigcryZjqM2lhACpXCqi_8Wlnv9ozyGtDpCY8yMYCvpo8YpshbR23wA/s1600/Xmas2010+005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556199081523168194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoQP2lSwtO-iv_okwvqs7zhOYKG-XZUWQcqgDYy3PY_mE4wi4jXp68SbYC6WLf4wQDaJDW5lUNphSawh-X7Q8sqpigcryZjqM2lhACpXCqi_8Wlnv9ozyGtDpCY8yMYCvpo8YpshbR23wA/s320/Xmas2010+005.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp09ZLx4Pn1UwHj7Hh_ntj89ef7ccMlT5y_dH5meMpo8vuyorny-8eMo690IHtldOj5oJYPIljBjedbYQs_uo8b2Z-avaep4Dktgx46kkGeZSAptqveI4V5Gk1rmjCLQqSoNb8lT8wK58c/s1600/Xmas+%2526+winter+2010+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556199073918140802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp09ZLx4Pn1UwHj7Hh_ntj89ef7ccMlT5y_dH5meMpo8vuyorny-8eMo690IHtldOj5oJYPIljBjedbYQs_uo8b2Z-avaep4Dktgx46kkGeZSAptqveI4V5Gk1rmjCLQqSoNb8lT8wK58c/s320/Xmas+%2526+winter+2010+003.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtA2lzXJLejzFNLp9qbG78ZugDJ1Ks2XwGsT1dgvEZjREvY_A0jp2rXENDXgCyLLx7h8K9gQGC-tBPwMyGNeD5PlbOx1f-XV4Mwhz0Ca7_7F9lKmPTQ0kk6U7kinunH-0SWIk0FL-9Vii/s1600/Xmas+%2526+winter+2010+005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556199068877774626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtA2lzXJLejzFNLp9qbG78ZugDJ1Ks2XwGsT1dgvEZjREvY_A0jp2rXENDXgCyLLx7h8K9gQGC-tBPwMyGNeD5PlbOx1f-XV4Mwhz0Ca7_7F9lKmPTQ0kk6U7kinunH-0SWIk0FL-9Vii/s320/Xmas+%2526+winter+2010+005.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Posted by My Mom</div></div></div></div></div>Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-8041399881823170582010-12-14T11:05:00.000-08:002010-12-14T13:46:49.254-08:00All Ready for ChristmasIt's been so much fun getting ready for Christmas this year. Last year I didn't think we were even going to have a Christmas because Mom took so long getting things up. But <strong>WOW</strong> she surprised us all by having everything done super early this year!! The halls are decked, and the tree trimmed...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD7S6yhHz-efC1G-6oU7Mhdl1mQ3rXmHm0f2M7fhXEUwN47N7ris9jk6mjjpHKk_aJ5QafbQkLz0IRD_JwGAH6RtA-c4xf5okqmqG1kPp2iZ69VkCiQ3auwuYAU9hRJQiHwj5tZn7VUQ0S/s1600/Christmas+%25232+2010+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550642747906937458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD7S6yhHz-efC1G-6oU7Mhdl1mQ3rXmHm0f2M7fhXEUwN47N7ris9jk6mjjpHKk_aJ5QafbQkLz0IRD_JwGAH6RtA-c4xf5okqmqG1kPp2iZ69VkCiQ3auwuYAU9hRJQiHwj5tZn7VUQ0S/s320/Christmas+%25232+2010+002.JPG" /></a> The family Christmas letter has been written and mailed, gifts bought & wrapped, and presents mailed. Mom has never been this organized, this early, before.<br /><br />We had our family Christmas get-together this past weekend. It was so fun to see my sister, Kelly, and her family and my brother, Steve, and his family. We had a great time together and I loved playing with my crazy nephews. Kade really makes me laugh.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQDBKBHt_GnJLHKun3gYWEwjkQ2TmfmOkBy1E7PS541TPwWoMUrVk2317K0rXUnkoVSBl-JFPdEQxKMIqb0ioVAsxJi0tOfmc6DcnyFM6sYqsymc6ObjVniIrs345LdJ2-18s7_wYHwMg/s1600/Christmas+2010+007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550642733285148962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQDBKBHt_GnJLHKun3gYWEwjkQ2TmfmOkBy1E7PS541TPwWoMUrVk2317K0rXUnkoVSBl-JFPdEQxKMIqb0ioVAsxJi0tOfmc6DcnyFM6sYqsymc6ObjVniIrs345LdJ2-18s7_wYHwMg/s320/Christmas+2010+007.JPG" /></a><br /><p>We also went to the ward Christmas party where I got to see Santa Clause! I like that guy...a lot! </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbyQ36QR1hCr1GfVNLiUy9c_y6Ru9kCIZ2wTG-nGTweV_cAz52G-dxPy2TWy7Z35yGVOrowYdgk9u_gzzobBAAlRsxcYAYm3e2wsfVjVAeqI2EBBSl1B97A9ZgZGeyQPtvnXg_cOL0RJ_/s1600/Christmas+2010+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550642726955769122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbyQ36QR1hCr1GfVNLiUy9c_y6Ru9kCIZ2wTG-nGTweV_cAz52G-dxPy2TWy7Z35yGVOrowYdgk9u_gzzobBAAlRsxcYAYm3e2wsfVjVAeqI2EBBSl1B97A9ZgZGeyQPtvnXg_cOL0RJ_/s320/Christmas+2010+001.JPG" /></a> </p><p>My nephew Phoenix likes Santa too, but my niece Reagan didn't like him.<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1oQ6qcFLF8bk6cHe9Pp-fdVPeY6DNLixgcsiRHJk914_J6z0LD-bikaSKfeDG0p-4urPDXUFBO2w24v-5hiq75GgeT8ktjfYTamAlMLb3cPFk6ve7IA7llIys0Ljinm8ZH72PbWns7N7P/s1600/Christmas+2010+004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550642699888179586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1oQ6qcFLF8bk6cHe9Pp-fdVPeY6DNLixgcsiRHJk914_J6z0LD-bikaSKfeDG0p-4urPDXUFBO2w24v-5hiq75GgeT8ktjfYTamAlMLb3cPFk6ve7IA7llIys0Ljinm8ZH72PbWns7N7P/s320/Christmas+2010+004.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Mom says we can now just bask in the spirit of Christmas and enjoy every moment of it. I love to sit in my chair and look at the lights on the tree.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK_aVDPzwM0iemS1lZB0a2twLrAZw724hulH9xOu-T3wLTb2IK8Eitwcf5-6xtk-GB7Ehia4E9X-Dv5VNVd6dECaF9ul2Iswi8p8AaRuABHeTz86CmpMkLsL-IRTnLoJY29ShBJfC7CGDg/s1600/Christmas+%25232+2010+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550642692429900066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK_aVDPzwM0iemS1lZB0a2twLrAZw724hulH9xOu-T3wLTb2IK8Eitwcf5-6xtk-GB7Ehia4E9X-Dv5VNVd6dECaF9ul2Iswi8p8AaRuABHeTz86CmpMkLsL-IRTnLoJY29ShBJfC7CGDg/s320/Christmas+%25232+2010+001.JPG" /></a><br />I also like counting down the days to Christmas on my calendar.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5K6nWdsvJI5Fw0kcK44NJJrQ9TP9Dj6lY7_aFFGJD7yPF5LmT_asEHuOURAg6_X-JWDM19bezTCeKWK8HCpLfdUZcAGJOXnJ6xpPAAhm8pZ7EsXTV68RL4NSKFEWb7CFkFCUPMI7PV9o/s1600/Christmas+2010+018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550643033183514386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5K6nWdsvJI5Fw0kcK44NJJrQ9TP9Dj6lY7_aFFGJD7yPF5LmT_asEHuOURAg6_X-JWDM19bezTCeKWK8HCpLfdUZcAGJOXnJ6xpPAAhm8pZ7EsXTV68RL4NSKFEWb7CFkFCUPMI7PV9o/s320/Christmas+2010+018.JPG" /></a> Even though Mom & I have been busy doing all our Christmas stuff, she still took me to the movies to see the movie "Tangled". Cool movie, I loved it! It's antimated (of course) and it was in 3D!! </p><p>Oh, and get this...Usually just Mom & I go shopping in Logan, but one day Dad decided that he would go with us. Mom went off and did her shopping and Dad let me go up and down the isles looking at whatever <strong>I</strong> wanted to look at. I got to look at toys, tools, light fixtures & light bulbs, and electronics - all my favorite things. Man, I was in <strong>heaven</strong>! I hope he comes shopping with us more often because I have a lot more fun when he comes. Mom liked it too. </p><p>I really love this time of year and life is <strong>GOOD</strong>.<br /></p><p>Posted by My Mom</p>Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-57168390142456086412010-11-28T10:08:00.000-08:002010-11-28T15:50:21.762-08:00FREE At Last!!I'd been couped up in the house for over two weeks and I was going CRAZY! They FINALLY let me out of the house!!! Friday, Mom and I went to the movies in Logan. We saw the movie "Megamind". It was in 3D and I LOVED it! It had everything a guy like me likes - it was antimated and had lots of action in it! It pretty much held my interest and I only broke 3 pair of 3D glasses during the movie.<br /><br />On Saturday, we were on a roll, and Mom took me into town for some fun. In Preston, they had all kinds of fun activites planned for the day. Bed races at 2:00, a gift fair, free christmas movie at 3:00, visiting with Santa, lots of Christmas music, fireworks, and the Lighted Christmas Parade. Santa wasn't there when we got there, so I didn't get to see him. Mom said I can see him later and I was okay with that. I REALLY like that guy! We went into some stores and it was just great being out and about again.<br /><br />Today we went to Church. I hadn't been in about 3-4 weeks (because I've been sick) and I had a hard time remembering to be good. We got a new Bishop today. Bishop Rassmussen is our new Bishop and Dad is still the ward financial clerk. He likes the calling and must do a good job, because this is the 4th bishop in a row to call him to that position. I'm going to like my new Bishop, he's a cool guy. Anyway, I made it through Sacrament meeting, and almost through Sunday School. I just couldn't control mayself any longer and started being kinda wild. It worked, Mom took me home. Do I know how to get my way or what?! Just the thought of sitting through another hour of meetings was more than I could handle. Two hours was plently for me today.<br />Posted by My MomJeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-87524409484341323432010-11-21T12:39:00.000-08:002010-11-22T09:01:05.135-08:00Being Sick Stinks!!!Being sick really does stink. I've been sick with an upper respiratory infection for two weeks now! I've spent my days sleeping, eating, resting, watching TV, taking my medications, and coughing my head off. Let me tell you, it has not been fun. Mom & Dad have said I've been really good during this sickness, but the reality is that I just haven't felt like doing very much of anything. BUT I am getting better, and I plan to be back to my old self very soon now. I'm napping a lot less, cough is almost gone, and I'm starting to get bit bored, which means I'm not being quite a good as before. Hopefully they'll let me out this house soon!!!! I've sure missed a lot during this two week period. When I first got sick, this is what it looked like outside at my house:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkzi85lKb0XtBiuz5M6qNWLJFTPpufTYNFDmJswp4VjeYTeDKdcyACirX034RPmXocb6izbOjadd60ifxcH_fJvm22RRQkJRIi3Bg-c-2Yp0L-yn-ae8-lz7OR64OnJpVJ_n5wEaqmz3hT/s1600/074.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542110725713754866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkzi85lKb0XtBiuz5M6qNWLJFTPpufTYNFDmJswp4VjeYTeDKdcyACirX034RPmXocb6izbOjadd60ifxcH_fJvm22RRQkJRIi3Bg-c-2Yp0L-yn-ae8-lz7OR64OnJpVJ_n5wEaqmz3hT/s200/074.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrt-NziUsG6TC7k4yxLwHBFjTSEjgCY2MsIzS7EFiyS9fYSDa-y3rYhSK7wLkQlAgN0h0qQ9R65L6tkVZT2JC8_paSS9ULx9kD6-UQrAtXjZZ7ytzmDOHaGxL7jw0FYrV-mIMvm_yfGan/s1600/076.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542110712538451410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrt-NziUsG6TC7k4yxLwHBFjTSEjgCY2MsIzS7EFiyS9fYSDa-y3rYhSK7wLkQlAgN0h0qQ9R65L6tkVZT2JC8_paSS9ULx9kD6-UQrAtXjZZ7ytzmDOHaGxL7jw0FYrV-mIMvm_yfGan/s200/076.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Now THIS is what it looks like outside my house:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2coNVGAB5N6TqtMyD5ZCEm_AsHj2Aqa5LbwWsvUXZbJpxR5tKJuXUVzU0leFriNloJHwitzYHVDV_Esw9VvGkyhJQIEInRjPPAPraW-7SNZhBjFkw3AbBrRnjRaJa8g1dX2BowmYlYjR5/s1600/November+21%252C+2010+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542125186907039938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2coNVGAB5N6TqtMyD5ZCEm_AsHj2Aqa5LbwWsvUXZbJpxR5tKJuXUVzU0leFriNloJHwitzYHVDV_Esw9VvGkyhJQIEInRjPPAPraW-7SNZhBjFkw3AbBrRnjRaJa8g1dX2BowmYlYjR5/s200/November+21%252C+2010+003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5c8rua7gkZ710PUO9sjTLfhIjrIp3-YL-NnV4gTGtMTgnmikDiBX5izoJGnYaeOlEETzSbnYQ-52HFhFSBgHMRdx_4Ep0nG_mw00mPIQPdsbqk7Mr-eMKGbW40Rp9TdSxQUM7AomKwOs/s1600/November+21%252C+2010+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542125184088116226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5c8rua7gkZ710PUO9sjTLfhIjrIp3-YL-NnV4gTGtMTgnmikDiBX5izoJGnYaeOlEETzSbnYQ-52HFhFSBgHMRdx_4Ep0nG_mw00mPIQPdsbqk7Mr-eMKGbW40Rp9TdSxQUM7AomKwOs/s200/November+21%252C+2010+002.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wyxjmx1Pb_xTQwZP2wkkB-2hzy75sqdyXzHTvjKR5-unVoSEw7d8t7r2mAJztlPUZq80EqneMg28nTqlfZFu1tSsliCgFLM0H_B_JSmqe-DGCT0pVs4fDqE3OtcF0PQwFio6HmMf4lbD/s1600/November+21%252C+2010+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542125177668743618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wyxjmx1Pb_xTQwZP2wkkB-2hzy75sqdyXzHTvjKR5-unVoSEw7d8t7r2mAJztlPUZq80EqneMg28nTqlfZFu1tSsliCgFLM0H_B_JSmqe-DGCT0pVs4fDqE3OtcF0PQwFio6HmMf4lbD/s200/November+21%252C+2010+001.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br />I've missed so much!!! It's gone from Fall to Winter, since I've been sick! The snow pictures are just from this morning. It has been snowing all day and we have about 4 inches out there right now and more keeps coming. Boy, with all this snow, even though it's not even Thanksgiving yet, I'm starting to think CHRISTMAS!<br /><br /><br />Posted by My Mom </div></div>Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-37703928335325849122010-10-30T19:15:00.001-07:002010-10-30T19:40:28.887-07:00Trick or TreatLike I said earlier, today has been a fun, fun day! First the 5K race then tonight's Halloween fun. Halloween is such a fun time! I really like dressing up and going to our Trunk-or-Treat at the church. Because Halloween falls on Sunday this year, we had our Halloween celebration tonight. I dressed as a doctor, with Mom as my assistant. For those of you that don't know what a trunk-or-treat is, maybe I should explain. When you live out in the country like we do, it's really hard to drive to everyone's house, so everyone meets at the church. We decorate the trunks of our cars and all the kids go trick or treating from car to car. They start off by having all kinds of food like soups, chili, hot dogs, nachos w/cheese, and hot chocolate for everyone to eat. Then we go from car to car to get yummy candy. It's so COOL! Here's a picture of me as Doctor Baker. . .<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU9oCrN6neDlVN5HthiEh4q1Ux1zwce9kNpPZTGP9xTrub9y4yN325a8Ll4buiyW6YVerm4fk2JptBClvUzz1ZGVq4h13btrkO_boGpN4N0NNczWPby6iKQGYop-CD-q5Gt1KN4tdEUjf4/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534028685087937714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU9oCrN6neDlVN5HthiEh4q1Ux1zwce9kNpPZTGP9xTrub9y4yN325a8Ll4buiyW6YVerm4fk2JptBClvUzz1ZGVq4h13btrkO_boGpN4N0NNczWPby6iKQGYop-CD-q5Gt1KN4tdEUjf4/s320/013.JPG" /></a> Here's me and my nurse assistant going car to car getting some yummy candy.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3Xy4SyhXAvZCa5JTEsvAK8Ot2CAZwSFhzncwEF4Mkl3QSTFlv-AQlWQz70AefvAARVi20UO69TVBhEFgvDndiq1La5kmQpgV5VGqpOyAywylcez4Fbar5Lfd-z7UyvA_SgKMDAlJI_hc/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534028536958323458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3Xy4SyhXAvZCa5JTEsvAK8Ot2CAZwSFhzncwEF4Mkl3QSTFlv-AQlWQz70AefvAARVi20UO69TVBhEFgvDndiq1La5kmQpgV5VGqpOyAywylcez4Fbar5Lfd-z7UyvA_SgKMDAlJI_hc/s320/015.JPG" /></a> Here we are again.....it was a fun time.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRukXV56nvjEMx4dQSp5h-Wm1syT-nyy2thsj2mtXmFra8U942wwFIApUdx3QvjcVO2N071JraGtCBB-1F_QNls04W6wvUSk590zNv3lnS_Yn94qyPn1WBDkpwSxSmD7Vjq7ecdwZzj0X/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534028393396697426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRukXV56nvjEMx4dQSp5h-Wm1syT-nyy2thsj2mtXmFra8U942wwFIApUdx3QvjcVO2N071JraGtCBB-1F_QNls04W6wvUSk590zNv3lnS_Yn94qyPn1WBDkpwSxSmD7Vjq7ecdwZzj0X/s320/016.JPG" /></a> Posted by My Mom</div></div>Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-88860414926859916142010-10-30T10:37:00.000-07:002010-10-30T12:03:11.005-07:00Special Olympics is FUNWOW, what a GREAT day I've had today!!! We had a 5K run/walk race today for our Special Olympics fun raiser. This was my first 5K race EVER, and man it was so FUN. I LOVED it! Here's a picture of me before the race. . .<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tDYKHeIxkcZYAWb-yI7SCQYV8I3s2kmJGGfe_ulsFQocsOwwGrSorQeh-OvDEwE2gdz9eN6m8oEgd-JqV5lD9RfFJe5wukFmULqIYxW-K6Zzo4RFYG669O-KqsetMQK76oke8WdLoZ1M/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533899485982708418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tDYKHeIxkcZYAWb-yI7SCQYV8I3s2kmJGGfe_ulsFQocsOwwGrSorQeh-OvDEwE2gdz9eN6m8oEgd-JqV5lD9RfFJe5wukFmULqIYxW-K6Zzo4RFYG669O-KqsetMQK76oke8WdLoZ1M/s320/005.JPG" /></a> Since Mom was going to be doing the pushing, here's a picture of her and me before the race. . .<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mwQ3oTrS4mq14kXFR-vwUZmpbK81Qf9HnElAE4RO-N-pFnRHS3fp9qq0_H-VAfv_79NQCGYJwJcmZpgoL47jFrBde3rMRI66xiKCaHofHHhUPwm2vc1KHqQXjYke5xZtaN8yVsb6XRoS/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533899338611719538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mwQ3oTrS4mq14kXFR-vwUZmpbK81Qf9HnElAE4RO-N-pFnRHS3fp9qq0_H-VAfv_79NQCGYJwJcmZpgoL47jFrBde3rMRI66xiKCaHofHHhUPwm2vc1KHqQXjYke5xZtaN8yVsb6XRoS/s320/007.JPG" /></a> I had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooo</span> much fun! I kept wanting to put my feet on the front tire, and for some reason Mom didn't like that. She kept saying I was making it hard to push. Here's a picture of us just past the half way mark. . . .<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0ZZMoJC3GoPK8qKSyUd_c-AC0wHixwpp-Ge4u47bOB73qmxcCHMcMieetBg3Vie6RQ4iyM4GD8HbPxufp07_hcPZKyKbvD1F2QGiyZz5XOETrtQxxJ2dCbYzmJpo2hmKaluMAKCmMvNb/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533899127806033730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0ZZMoJC3GoPK8qKSyUd_c-AC0wHixwpp-Ge4u47bOB73qmxcCHMcMieetBg3Vie6RQ4iyM4GD8HbPxufp07_hcPZKyKbvD1F2QGiyZz5XOETrtQxxJ2dCbYzmJpo2hmKaluMAKCmMvNb/s320/008.JPG" /></a> This is what happened after that . . .<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrMzH0do2tBv5UT23Jfm-WBkdLdnnaj7liYa13O7RJVpKxxpYy3cDC_SCXSoMw5Ium5Qjfc0KjdMZq1uGXMU7hAYLSkskfva8h1eHrQDa4tQ4MrdZAQegQadb9NlkHhVE0OYR9FjFhwTXE/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533898924595797778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrMzH0do2tBv5UT23Jfm-WBkdLdnnaj7liYa13O7RJVpKxxpYy3cDC_SCXSoMw5Ium5Qjfc0KjdMZq1uGXMU7hAYLSkskfva8h1eHrQDa4tQ4MrdZAQegQadb9NlkHhVE0OYR9FjFhwTXE/s320/010.JPG" /></a><br />Not really, we just did this for fun and had a friend take a picture. Mom pushed me the whole way, with me laughing and teasing her with my foot on the tire occasionally. Mom decided that I really did need some exercise, so about a block before the finish, I got out of the jogger and walked, helping Mom push the jogger. About 20 feet before the finish line Mom got in the jogger and <strong>I</strong> pushed <strong>her</strong> to the finish line!. I was so awesome!!! Everyone was cheering me and I was beaming from ear to ear. I finish 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> place for men in the walk!!!!! I was so excited and loved all the attention. At the awards ceremony, I got my picture taken, and I won a gift certificate for a free foot bath & reflexology massage. How cool is that...you all know how I <strong>love</strong> FEET!!! I also got a certificate that entitles me free entry to next year's race! Mom's trying to convince me to let her have the foot massage. Maybe I'll let her as long as I can watch, because I LOVE FEET!!!! Yes folks, it was an awesome day for me. I drank my water, ate my banana and when we got home I ate some gluten-free pizza and took a nap. I was tired after all that exercise, fresh air, laughter, excitement, and just being caught up in the crowd. And the day is still young. I've got lots more exciting Halloween things later today......but that's for the next post.<br /><div>(Oh, BTW, there were about 120 runners/walkers in the race and we raised $1200 for our little Preston team! Yea!)</div><div><strong>Posted by my Mom</strong><br /></div></div></div></div>Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-2666736212404783392010-10-02T19:20:00.000-07:002010-11-30T17:08:42.938-08:00What A Way To Start Off the Month of October!!<div>Okay everyone, you've got to hear this one!! My Mom and I went to the movies yesterday. I got to see <em>Alpha and Omega.</em> It's an animated movie about wolves. I got to sit in the very front row, which is my favorite place because I can see the screen pretty good there. I also really like feeling the vibrations in the movie. Anyway, it was pretty good because there was lots of action in it. Everything was great ... we'd gone to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">WalMart</span> earlier and Mom let me walk around and look at anything I wanted to look at, which was cool. Then we went to the movie. After the movie we went to the health food store and bought some gluten-free foods for me. Then we went to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sams</span> Club. I was in the wheelchair, doing just great when we got there. Then all of sudden, I felt really bad. I signed restroom to Mom, so she took me in. I had some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">diarrhea</span>, but I was really hot & sweaty. Then my stomach hurt really bad. I wanted to throw up but I couldn't. I even tried putting my fingers down my throat to make myself throw up. I just collapsed on the floor of the bathroom, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">writhing</span> in pain and moaning and groaning. My stomach was rock hard and very distended. It scared me and Mom. It took Mom awhile, but she finally got me off the floor, cleaned up and into the wheelchair. We immediately left and Mom took me to the ER at Logan Regional Hospital. I could hardly move I hurt so bad. I had a fever, my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">BP</span> was 168/100 and my pulse was 90. I was soaking wet from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">perspiration</span>. Mom was afraid I had some kind of intestinal blockage. They hooked me up to an IV right away and gave me some medicine in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">IV to</span> help with the pain and something for the nausea. At this point I let them do whatever they wanted, I felt so bad. Next they took me for some X-rays. When the doctor came back in to tell us the X-rays showed no blockage, or twisted bowel, Mom was relieved. He then ordered an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">enema</span> for me then depending on the results of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">enema</span>, he'd want to do a Cat Scan. By now I was feeling a lot better and there was no way I was going to let that nurse near me with that enema thing. Mom ended up giving it to me. There was little results. But I was finally feeling better. We had been there four hours!! By now, I wanted to go home so I kept signing 'home'. Mom talked to the doctor and they gave her another enema thing to bring home with us. Thankfully Mom hasn't had to use it on me yet. We have to go see Dr. Beckstead, my regular doctor on Monday. What a terrible way to end a perfect day. I was having such a good time then, wham!!</div><br /><div>Posted by My Mom</div>Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-24038074178363298102010-09-22T16:24:00.000-07:002010-09-22T20:09:30.723-07:00Life Has Been Different and HardOkay, here it is nearing the end of September!!! My mom has been very bad lately! She not only hasn't been posting for me, but can you believe it, she actually left me for 6 WHOLE DAYS!!! Boy was I ticked off. (More about that later!)<br /><br />The end of summer was kinda boring for me because we haven't been able to find a support worker to take Kalin's place. Mom would take me places, but hey, that's just not the same as being with a buddy. I know she means well, but a guy needs a friend to hang with and do fun things with. She's doing her best to find someone. She's doing all the foot work, and keeps saying...the Lord loves me and HE will provide. I've gone to the movies a lot, bowling, the fun center, rock climbing, and shopping. I've been to two fairs, different sidewalk sales, an artist display where there was all kinds of neat creations, and a couple of parks and the Zoo. It was fun and I enjoyed them all, but Mom had a hard time keeping up with me....she's old you know.<br /><br />Okay, now for the dirty trick they played on me. My Dad was going to run a 10K race in Coos Bay, Oregon. This was not just ANY race . . . it was the Steve Prefontain Memorial Run. My Dad ran it 2 years ago and got 3rd in his age division. Well, he's been training ever since for this one race. He planned on getting first in his age division this year. He worked hard, trained hard and sacrificed much to reach his goal. (BTW, he won & took first by over 3 minutes!) But get this... he only wanted Mom to come with him to the race. Said it would be a good break from me. They kept telling me about them leaving and Steve coming for a few days and then Kelly coming for a few days to watch me. Now, I really do love my brother and my sister, and I like it when they visit and I get to see them. But it's a whole different story for them to come live in MY house and tell ME what to do! Boy, oh boy, I gave it to them good. I didn't let them rest for a minute. I broke everything I could get my hands on just to show them I'm ticked off and I'm not doing what they tell me to do. I tested them on everything. I threw things - water bottle, food, whatever I could get my hands on. What did everyone expect, my whole world was turned upside down!!! I can't handle CHANGE, and with Mom and Dad gone, everything was different! I love Steve & Kelly and they did a good job, but I was totally thrown off by having things change. I'll bet Mom and Dad don't leave me like that again for a long, long time! We have broken wooden shutters, 3 broken lamps, broken light bulbs, broken salt & pepper grinders, a ceramic head that was hanging on my wall-which when it broke, marred my wood floor, I ripped the skirt off the couch that Mom was in the process of sewing on (I cut it off the couch with scissors a while ago), broken plates and I can't remember what else. Yea, I think they'll think twice before they do that to me again! I don't do these things to be mean or spiteful, it's just my way of communicating that change bothers me, and I can't handle it.<br /><br />*Note from Mom - I know Jeff sounds pretty bad here, and I must admit, he was bad. But he needs a controlled environment, one that doesn't change. His routine needs to be the same and predictable for him. When something changes, he truly can't handle it. Since he is totally deaf, legally blind (can see a little in one eye) and is nonverbal, the only way he can communicate is with his behaviors. I have to admit, he communicated his feelings quite well through his actions. I am so grateful to Steve and Kelly for their willingness to disrupt their life and that of their families, just to stay with their brother. Thank you both so very much! I love you!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Posted by My MomJeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-54336190115932529992010-04-14T10:46:00.000-07:002010-04-14T13:42:16.192-07:00Ahhh Spring At Last!Here it is the middle of April and Spring is just now getting to my corner of the world. She sure took her sweet time getting here!! There is still snow on our mountains around us, but I'm finally beginning to see some green grass in our lawn. Haven't seen any flowers yet, and the trees are still bare, but that will change soon. It is so nice having some warm, sunny weather for a change. Mom and I have even taken a couple of walks outside on the nice days. It feels so good to be outside in nice weather again. And I can hardly wait to go SWIMMING!!!<br /><br />The last post on here was in February. Mom, being true to form, was sick a lot in February and all of March. She ended up with Diverticulitis and has just now gotten it under control. She was in a lot of pain, and was no fun to be around. Things got pretty boring for me, but I tried to help her by being good and intertaining myself. We did have a friend (thank you Kayrene) come and stay a while to help Mom and me when Mom was really bad. It was really nice of her, but it's good to have my old Mom back.<br /><br />My support worker Kalin, has been pretty swamped with his classes at the University and his other job, so I haven't been with him very much lately. Since he can only work with me about one day a week now, Mom has hired a new support worker for me. Her name is Evelyn Rawlins. Mom and Kalin have been training her lately and today was my first day alone with her. I guess today is MY day to train her! I'm still getting to know her, but I think I'm really going to like her. We went shopping today at ALCO. I LOVE looking at their toy, tool and hardware section! I tried hard not to give her a hard time. Then we went to the market because Mom had asked me to buy two things for her - eggs and milk. I always forget that I'm not suppose to THROW the eggs in the basket. I don't know why I have such a hard time remembering that. It's good that Evelyn was there to remind me. Then I had to remember to not drop the milk on top of the eggs. This shopping thing can get pretty complicated and messy if you're not careful. Anyway, I think Evelyn is going to work out fine. She is the Young Women's President in her Ward so she knows how to have fun. She is patient, and kind and she doesn't let me push her around...but we'll see. I'm not done testing her yet! I'll keep you posted.Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-1456693625964936342010-02-11T19:19:00.000-08:002010-02-12T08:20:11.479-08:00Another Showshoeing AdventureYesterday I had another GREAT snowshoeing adventure! We went with <em>Common Ground </em> adventure group again. And yes, Mom took me! After our last one, I really didn't think she'd ever take me again. But she did, and we had so much fun! Yes, I said WE!! <br /><br />First off, somewhere between the last adventure and this one, Mom got smart. Duh, she finally remembered that I really do have a bad balance issue. You see, because I have adapted so well in spite of having such poor balance, she forgot just how bad it really is for me when I'm on unlevel ground. After experiencing the effects of that first hand on our last adventure (see January 14 post), she made arrangements with <em>Common Ground </em>ahead of time for me to be able to use the ski walker. The ski walker is actually a walker attached to skis. It really helped me keep my balance while we snowshoed. It worked really well and Mom only needed to guide the walker if I started going crooked. I still thought it was really funny to try to kick her ankle with my snowshoe with each step for a while, but just as before, she didn't think it was very funny. I don't know what it is about her, she just doesn't have much of a sense of humor sometimes. I thought it was the funniest thing and just kept laughing! After a few time outs, I got the hint that she didn't like it and I'd better not do that any more. We went to a place called Squirrel Hollow, up Strawberry Canyon in Idaho. It's up in the mountains about 20 minutes from our house. We had never been there before and it was so beautiful. The trails were well groomed, very dry snow was falling, a nice crisp but mild wind blowing, and it was just so beautiful with all the trees and snow. I had a great time and so did Mom! The only bad thing about the day was Mom took out her camera to take some pictures so you could all see pictures of me snowshoeing and using the ski walker, and it wouldn't work! The batteries were dead!! Silly Mom forgot to check the batteries before we left the house. Sometimes she does the dumbest things. She says it's because she's getting old.<br /><br />I was pretty good on the bus ride this time. Going there, I was excited like I usually am. I, of course, had to turn every knob, lever and handle on the bus, plus open and close the windows. Oh . . . it was so funny, I even got the emergency window to open!!!!! I laughed so hard and couldn't stop laughing! Mom looked a little embarrassed, but I thought it was really, really funny. I had everyone on the bus laughing except Mom and the driver. Coming home on the bus, was quite a different story. I was so tired from all that exercise (I must have walked 100 miles, but Mom thinks it was only about 4. But we all know she's not good at guessing distance), that I just kicked back and laid against Mom. I was to tired to touch anything!! When we got back to Preston, Mom took me to lunch and yum, it was so good! I had really worked up an appetite! Next, while we were in town, we went to the market to do some grocery shopping. I am usually busy rearranging the stock on the shelves and touching things, but I was so tired all I wanted to do was sit in the cart for big people, and let Mom push me around. I didn't move. I usually have to check out all the light bulbs in the light bulb isle, the toys in the toy isle, and look at the magazines at the checkout isle. Nope, not this time, I didn't move an inch. When I got home, I went to bed and took a nap!! Mom says she's thinking maybe I should get some snowshoes and walk around the yard everyday....but I think NOT!!!<em></em><em></em><em></em>Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-85357857040114436172010-01-31T17:25:00.000-08:002010-01-31T19:03:27.038-08:00It's That Time Of YearIt's that time of year again....for doctor visits that is. I've been busy going to see all my doctors that keep tabs on me.<br /><br />I got some good news from Dr. Clegg, my new Orthopedic doctor. He said my scoliosis has just stayed the same and it probably will not get any worse. He showed us on the X-ray that my growth plates have closed and said because of that, my scoliosis won't get any worse. He also said there is no reason for me to get X-rays every 6 months any longer. Only if Mom sees something has really changed do I have to go back. He did ask Mom if anyone had ever mentioned that one of my legs was a lot shorter than the other. We had never heard that before, so he gave Mom an insert to put in my left shoe. He thinks that will help, especially with my balance. He also said the lower lumbar curve that I have could be caused by that. WOW. So, I'm wearing my insert and so far I'm being good and leaving it alone and not trying to take it apart. Mom says she hopes it lasts.<br /><br />I didn't get very good news from my eye doctor, Dr. Cromwell tho. My cataract on my good eye has grown. It is now big enough that surgery should be done. He suggested that since I'm not a candidate for the normal kind of cataract surgery, and since I'd have to have general anesthesia, he recommended waiting, until Mom sees that it is really affecting my vision. Mom and Dad didn't look like they were happy to hear that the cataract had grown. The good news was that my retinas look good and haven't become detached. Mom seemed pretty happy about that. Other than the cataract getting worse, my vision stayed pretty much the same. I have some cool looking glasses, but I hate wearing them, in fact, most of the time I REFUSE to wear them. If Mom makes me, I let it be known that I don't want them on by trying to break them. But, Mom keeps trying - she can be so persistent sometimes. HoHo, so can I! When I put my glasses on, I can actually see things farther away. It's pretty cool at first, then I want back in my own little world where I feel secure and most comfortable.<br /><br />I also get blood tests every 6 months, to keep a eye on a lot of different things in my blood. Everything looked great, which means no medication changes. My doctor, Dr. Beckstead, said I'm a pretty healthy guy. Yea, Me!<br /><br />Well, that's it for now. Mom is still working on appointments with my Endocrinologist, Neurologist, Podiatrist, and Chiropractor.<br /><br />Here's pictures of me with and without my glasses. Mom tells me I'm pretty handsome and cool looking with or without glasses. What can I say, she loves me.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQH8LMWRq-FRpCc5c07SHXDHNhDIcxAL-UhJiq9IE0GuYZqX0tt-x4y1jOy841D5Ou8WDcmctLTEjTXDBcPPW8MuME7Zr2YNNbSj2wVO_xdZqmoJGaUm2OYHKnpvUKZkxSqI9HBl6a6vdV/s1600-h/Jeff+1-31-10+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433098664246690546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQH8LMWRq-FRpCc5c07SHXDHNhDIcxAL-UhJiq9IE0GuYZqX0tt-x4y1jOy841D5Ou8WDcmctLTEjTXDBcPPW8MuME7Zr2YNNbSj2wVO_xdZqmoJGaUm2OYHKnpvUKZkxSqI9HBl6a6vdV/s320/Jeff+1-31-10+002.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10PxTv2iotuQZohduw-_0SR-0D0QkjV1ToeOw9ac3g91MK_UOvnrcuzwXZ-Q7E6BMLO8Wh9CcrkFkwWmbLDJSx5nCiukpH331gmLdzExLTuIHsZxT_zpMcLZ-C1B7rVXpWNhikdX17d8a/s1600-h/Jeff+1-31-10+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433098659732339666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10PxTv2iotuQZohduw-_0SR-0D0QkjV1ToeOw9ac3g91MK_UOvnrcuzwXZ-Q7E6BMLO8Wh9CcrkFkwWmbLDJSx5nCiukpH331gmLdzExLTuIHsZxT_zpMcLZ-C1B7rVXpWNhikdX17d8a/s320/Jeff+1-31-10+001.JPG" /></a> Here's a picture of my crooked back with some of my battle scars. Mom thinks I'm one tough and amazing guy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYbZFJdzRHUm6WBZrXXQmX8bp5tJ4YRAi1Wxq34B-jZ0j67ItkKleS8VxfALSVWnB2OaoWd6eme6jLs8fD5qYS6NXrf-iYuoFrnVgIMy8ezLtgKL77IRW9Xoq2zmgl9p_XFM34Eu1RPklQ/s1600-h/Jeff+1-31-10+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433098647002098354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYbZFJdzRHUm6WBZrXXQmX8bp5tJ4YRAi1Wxq34B-jZ0j67ItkKleS8VxfALSVWnB2OaoWd6eme6jLs8fD5qYS6NXrf-iYuoFrnVgIMy8ezLtgKL77IRW9Xoq2zmgl9p_XFM34Eu1RPklQ/s320/Jeff+1-31-10+003.JPG" /></a>Jeffrey W. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476612255851072011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869388075463690086.post-51984715695504648722010-01-14T10:35:00.000-08:002010-01-14T11:50:36.638-08:00More January FunYesterday I went Snowshoeing with my Mom and <em>Common Ground</em>. Kalin was in school all day, and Mario (a new guy we are training) was in Salt Lake. So since Mom knows how much fun I had last time, she agreed to take me. Whoopee!!<br /><br />We went to <em>Common Ground</em> headquarters in Logan where we were to meet the bus that was going to take us to Mantua, Utah, in Sardine Canyon. While mom was filling out lots of paperwork, I was busy checking out the place. I tested every light switch, knob and lever in the place. I found the switch that operates the ceiling fans and was overjoyed to see them turn. For some reason, someone kept turning them off when I wasn't looking. Then I'd have to go turn them on again!! Don't people know that when I'm in a room with a ceiling fan, it HAS to be ON!!!<br /><br />Next we got on the bus that was going to take us Snowshoeing. I was so busy trying to open the windows, turning any knob that would turn, or flipping any lever I could flip, that Mom didn't enjoy the bus ride very much. I was just so excited that I just couldn't sit still or keep my hands to myself.<br /><br />We finally got to the camp ground in Mantua and it was really a nice place. There was LOTS of beautiful white snow everywhere. It took a while for everyone to get their snowshoes on, but then we were off. As soon as we stepped off the road, and onto un-level ground, I put a death grip around mom's neck. She was a nice shade of blue before she succeeded in prying my hands loose from her neck, then she held my arm and we were off. I really like snowshoeing, but not the un-level ground, so I made sure to hold tight to Mom's arm. I think I did good. Mom however, didn't do very good. She'd do good for a ways, then she'd get all off balance, almost falling. She said it was because I'd pull on her and knock her off balance. (Yeah, blame it on the kid that can't speak for himself.) I thought she was so funny....she kept taking off all the warm clothes she was wearing. She said she was hot. 13 degrees and she was hot! Go figure that one. Next she was turning red in the face and breathing really hard. She said it was because she was having to drag me through the snow. I thought it was really funny to kick her in the ankle with my snowshoe every time my left foot would take a step. She didn't like my sense of humor at all. Yes, here we are having a great time, and Mom acts like she is dying. About the last 1/4 mile of the hike, one of the volunteers from <em>Common Ground </em> must have thought she was also, because they brought me a walker with skis attached. It was GREAT! I caught on right away and it made it so much easier for me to keep my balance. Obviously Mom doesn't keep me balanced very well. She tried her best, but after all, I'm as big as she is. Poor, funny Mom, was so tired and sore when we finished. She hardly moved on the bus ride home. When we got home at 4:30 all she wanted to do was go to bed. But I had lots of work for her to do, so she managed to stay up until 7:45 and then went to bed. For some reason I don't think she is going to take me snowshoeing ever again.<br /><br />Here's a few pictures of our adventure. Taken of course before Mom thought she was dying, so she could still smile.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPPQhaqU86aG0HebgJXc094-D3H3yhEVBznnEWv_tKoIiF0jZw8rjFwsZ1BjCW5B86h9KpXvu6KosFsZY0x5QfRwZ3h_S9EeXSEk3RMZRdbiE9GMaEwBYsE2EkTlFW_DaJNGBrHjBX0AN/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPPQhaqU86aG0HebgJXc094-D3H3yhEVBznnEWv_tKoIiF0jZw8rjFwsZ1BjCW5B86h9KpXvu6KosFsZY0x5QfRwZ3h_S9EeXSEk3RMZRdbiE9GMaEwBYsE2EkTlFW_DaJNGBrHjBX0AN/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426682186747038626" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVmk_I9xRPtFwfoTEHasx0JV7fRLRAlROljBIbCN70X3ofcKx_evSs0L0udujX9zb8zHRgFXZED8VBvRTbL58hYAjmUSP0MjkDHFz7SkPC_RVbbkE4C8rv66E663P3J-tu8PdCGY2NYhK/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVmk_I9xRPtFwfoTEHasx0JV7fRLRAlROljBIbCN70X3ofcKx_evSs0L0udujX9zb8zHRgFXZED8VBvRTbL58hYAjmUSP0MjkDHFz7SkPC_RVbbkE4C8rv66E663P3J-tu8PdCGY2NYhK/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426682166164518386" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj15IveM_eCnhmt1apAX3jONCeikakz9EEQTwUos0Tjj3nr4K_9W9M_eIS8yILu6lBF0L-O0OTbOYDlFr-QdGjUWldZFrR9stuRoRHigqQLfpqlsUl0_PxqSaQl9Kr2rGHrmwtqOXKEURAb/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj15IveM_eCnhmt1apAX3jONCeikakz9EEQTwUos0Tjj3nr4K_9W9M_eIS8yILu6lBF0L-O0OTbOYDlFr-QdGjUWldZFrR9stuRoRHigqQLfpqlsUl0_PxqSaQl9Kr2rGHrmwtqOXKEURAb/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426682149520601522" /></a>Jeffrey W. 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