<?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-3263854150605018954</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:39:47.744-07:00</updated><category term='Christmas Jensen Style'/><title type='text'>Boston K. Jensen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8167973804376112809</id><published>2010-07-30T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:20:00.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you too !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/TFMlhg9G18I/AAAAAAAAAOg/sex2vtO5NzE/s1600/Katie+and+Teagan+2010+01512312312312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499780827661653954" style="DISPLAY: block; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/TFMkao-0J8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Bou0ADN_RgM/s400/Katie+and+Teagan+2010+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8167973804376112809?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8167973804376112809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8167973804376112809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8167973804376112809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8167973804376112809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/07/miss-you-too.html' title='Miss you too !'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/TFMlhg9G18I/AAAAAAAAAOg/sex2vtO5NzE/s72-c/Katie+and+Teagan+2010+01512312312312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-4563211296237554021</id><published>2010-04-12T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:33:06.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it seems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Missing someone gets easier every day because even though it's one day further from the last time you saw each other, it's one day closer to the next time you will.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teagan our little 2 year old has had many experiences with Boston being gone. I was putting him to bed and he said mommy Boston is with Heavenly Father huh?  and i said ya he is, and Teag said hes an angel huh? and i said yes he is and all Teag had to say was that so cool ha ha Teag loves and misses his little brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life for us is moving on even though we wish it could be at a stand still with our little Boston here, We miss him sooo much and think about him often. I just wanted to thank all of you so much for all that you did for me, my family and Boston. He is missed greatly and we will see him again! I am working on that right now! We love you Boston, Always and Forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-4563211296237554021?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/4563211296237554021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=4563211296237554021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4563211296237554021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4563211296237554021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-as-it-seems.html' title='Life as it seems'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-3065712748139410725</id><published>2010-01-29T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:51:11.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral Arrangements</title><content type='html'>Funeral Services for Boston are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timpview Stake Center, located at 1050 N 600 W Orem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewing Tuesday, Feb.2, 2010 from 7:00 pm-9:00 pm in the Relief Society Room (Southeast corner of the building)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Services will begin at 11:00 am on Wednesday, Feb 3, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of flowers, donations, to help cover funeral expenses,  are being accepted at any America First Credit Union under the name of Boston K Jensen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-3065712748139410725?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/3065712748139410725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=3065712748139410725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3065712748139410725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3065712748139410725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/01/funeral-arrangements.html' title='Funeral Arrangements'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-2320614975334404590</id><published>2010-01-28T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:30:01.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am a child of God and He has called me home. My earthly journey's through but still, I do not walk alone. He leads me, guides me, walks beside me, helps me find the way. He welcomed me with open arms. I live with Him today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am a child of God and I have gone ahead. My earthly life was brief but oh, such peace and love you gave. You loved me, held me, stood beside me and though I cannot stay. You gave me much to help me and I live with Him today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a child of God and I will wait for you. Celestial glory shall be ours, if you can but endure. I'll lead you, guide you, walk beside you.Help you find the way. I'll welcome you with open arms One bright Celestial day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mommy: You are my hero! If love could have cured me...your love would have been all that was needed. Your love was even bigger than elephants!! Thank you for loving me THAT much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mommy, follow your heart and trust that Heavenly Father does love me that much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mommy, keep moving ahead, trust yourself and trust that quiet peace...it will take time........someday you will move ahead without feeling like you have lead boots on. Someday, you will feel like you are strutting along with those cool boots of Aunt Lucy's! Somedays...it will just be hard. But trust me ......I will be here waiting for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss you too. Mommy, I have one last song for you....."aint no mountain high enough, aint no river wide enough, aint no valley low enough-to keep me from gettin to you, babe" .......... I love you..forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy, I am OK- acutally better than OK, much, much better. Daddy, I love you...thanks for always worrying what would be best for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Teag..thanks for always having my back....now I got yours. Love you bro! "ahwa-too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And to the rest of my family.....you are simply the best! Heavenly Father was spot on when He sent me to you....you DID love me that much and He DID trust you with something that big. Cant wait til we are all together forever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All my heart, squishy snuggles, mushy kisses..always.........forever, its a promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bosty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;To my blog buddies...today, sing loud and sing proud...and then mark your calendars for Feb 8 my birthday....do something &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;extrodinarly amazing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that day. Dont care what it is you choose, but do it for me. Ya know, if we all do a little somethin' it CAN change the world....I mean look at me.........here you are reading, laughing, crying..... and hopefully pondering what life &lt;strong&gt;really is&lt;/strong&gt; all about...somedays, it just doesnt make any sense.....but that is what we came to earth for....to work it out between our minds and our hearts and make it, make sense. OK, OK so some of you are going "ya, right"....well, to you I say.......why does it feel so good to do good, if good is not real??? Can you do good with a frown? If I learned one thing........we could not change what was to happen...but we LIVED and we had LOVE (oh, did we have LOVE).... and embraced life- even while life was quietly stealing from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a33553204ce9f469" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da33553204ce9f469%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329867336%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AAF41F7F365D409565F0BFD77D72C4E1DD14734.1F632EC1362B35699FE5F2DC5A0444AA7527633F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da33553204ce9f469%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbj6Ppzbl8iyzflbk_XFFP1e87i8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da33553204ce9f469%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329867336%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AAF41F7F365D409565F0BFD77D72C4E1DD14734.1F632EC1362B35699FE5F2DC5A0444AA7527633F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da33553204ce9f469%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbj6Ppzbl8iyzflbk_XFFP1e87i8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-2320614975334404590?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/2320614975334404590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=2320614975334404590' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2320614975334404590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2320614975334404590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-child-of-god-and-he-has-called-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-3332099832055227388</id><published>2010-01-28T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T06:28:51.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My body is shutting down.....its weird to even say those words...I feel like a NASA pilot..."ready for lift off.... Houston we have a problem...All systems are to be shut down".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to describe where I am...but I will try...For the last 24-36 hours things have been BAD. I have been choking and gagging and puking pretty much non stop and then I started crying (which I have not done in months). Mommy could tell I was pretty miserable. This awesome nurse Amy came over and we increased the pain meds by a ton....Whew! I am resting much, much better. The doctor decided that the feedings are hurting me more than helping me........ and my body is in the process of shutting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a weird place to be in and it is so difficult to put to words but....Mommy, she is the bomb, the best and my ALL.... I love you so much mommy. It pains me to leave HER. But I also have this quiet inner peace that says this will be OK....this is part of life and because it could not be fair, Heavenly Father sent His Son, Jesus Christ. Oh how I love them too! My family is around and I am truly, completely loved. And then there is the angels that are with me...its incredible, indescribable and amazing. I feel so full of love....like in the movie "Ghost" when Patrick Swazye says "its incredible...you take all the love with you"...I feel that right now...its soo true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its incredible, amazing and indescribable....but listen to your heart...you can feel it (well, most of it) .....it is overwhelming and breathtaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mommy.......forever, its a promise! Thanks for being my superhero and for being there for EVERY moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love...purest love....forever love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours ALWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-3332099832055227388?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/3332099832055227388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=3332099832055227388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3332099832055227388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3332099832055227388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-body-is-shutting-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-1041684723229135963</id><published>2010-01-25T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:56:48.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"they are the best of times and the worst of times"...&lt;/em&gt;or somethin like that.......Isn't that in a movie or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I am "bluer than blue" and others pink. Weird, I know. Somedays, Margaret, my hospice nurse says I am looking better and sounding worse then taaa-ddaaah the next I am looking worse and sounding better. Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant ditch the vomit comet but mommy is trying to trick him. It is so exhausting to cough so hard you vomit........YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my two top teeth are budding beautifully and soon I will be sporting two top teeth. COOL?? I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living with Nanny and Poppa. I like it, I get held a lot... Auntie Mel..Auntie Lucy, Nanny,  Poppa and then we start all over again. SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy was a superhero moving....She has incredible strength and she can work like 90 hours in a day (I know amazing, huh?) She can run around from room to room gathering away in a furry and then "POOF!" boxes instantly are filled- Incredibly awesome! Mommy - the new superhero NOT in diapers (remember I am the superhero in diapers....please people keep up on your information!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church yesterday...and I may have to rethink the whole Relief Society thing...they had tons of chocolate. I hear you cant even teach a lesson with out chocolate. NICE! Mommy even gave me a couple of morsels of that stuff...liquid gold, people, liquid gold! This lady taught the lesson on how we know Heavenly Father....I like her....Poppa and her dad are buddies. Guess its against "those rules" for a dude to interupt Relief Society and make a comment so I kept my mouth shut....BUT..... how do I know Heavenly Father??????....well, He gave me Mommy and He gave me my family and He gives me peace, love and assurance ever second of everyday....even when I am scared.....I trust Him because I know He loves me....oh ya, and He made sure we have lots and LOTS of chocolate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloppy wet kisses (that sorta reassemble slobber- but in my case not),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-1041684723229135963?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/1041684723229135963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=1041684723229135963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1041684723229135963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1041684723229135963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/01/they-are-best-of-times-and-worst-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-410304409338946524</id><published>2010-01-19T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:41:11.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new 7 dwarfs are.... &lt;strong&gt;Yucky, pewky, gaggy, stink breath, mucous man, vomit comit and ole blue himself. &lt;/strong&gt;And of course, those of you who are wondering...I do have my Snow White....Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honestly, I am tired, worn out tired. to the bone tired. beyond tired. Rambo tired. Rocky tired. but all I have to do is see Mommy's sweet smiling face and its all worth it.....I wouldn't trade a moment with her for one second of "regular breathing"......well, OK, maybe one second...but then again, maybe not....I love Mommy more than anything-even breathing regular. And mommy, she loves me that much too. Funny how love can change so much and yet change nothing at all.....mommy loves me that much. If love could have changed this....mommy's love was all I needed...I love you that much too mommy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bosty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-410304409338946524?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/410304409338946524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=410304409338946524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/410304409338946524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/410304409338946524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-7-dwarfs-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-120073573705065823</id><published>2010-01-18T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:40:52.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love You Mommy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-120073573705065823?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/120073573705065823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=120073573705065823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/120073573705065823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/120073573705065823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-5048888057764358755</id><published>2010-01-13T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T07:33:46.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...lots to tell....Sunday I was sick and I mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.....then a few days go by and its Tuesday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better than I have in two months. I even LOOK better- Color (pink) in my cheeks and I am wide-eyed, full on awake. Hmmm....the hospice nurse said "hmmmmm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mommy gave me a bath (yuck! I hate baths!) and buzzed my crazy head of hair to a nice little fuzz ball. "Awww, so cute!", cut my nails- she shined me up good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genetics gals called...said they found something and wanted to talk to mommy (this day just got weirder and weirder). The brain doc said they found nothing, now this doc says they did....Do you think they are lying to mommy just so they can see me......I hear lying is something they do with all the big celebrities to get a glimpse of them :-) .......I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COULD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tell you that they were both girls and us guys, we KNOW women....well, we really dont (they are a bigger mystery than me!) , no one does and lives to tell about it, but...well, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must of been a full moon or something......cause Tuesdays are suppose to be a "plainly normal" day...not the beginning of the week and certainly not close enough to the end of the week to begin the weekend celebrations....its just "tuesday" and there could not be a more "plain and normal" word in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Bosty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Have you seen mommys new hair.....GRRRRRRRR! (roll the tongue when you say that!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-5048888057764358755?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/5048888057764358755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=5048888057764358755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5048888057764358755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5048888057764358755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-9211679107825453581</id><published>2010-01-10T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:41:58.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cousins Love Letter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/S0q6CJl-EkI/AAAAAAAADcs/fSfNTCLYqnU/s1600-h/Letter+to+Boston+from+Malia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/S0q6CJl-EkI/AAAAAAAADcs/fSfNTCLYqnU/s400/Letter+to+Boston+from+Malia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425353247218864706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Aunt Karen was going through some papers in her church bag and she found this letter that my 7 year old cousin Malia wrote to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.my cousins sure do love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-9211679107825453581?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/9211679107825453581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=9211679107825453581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/9211679107825453581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/9211679107825453581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/01/cousins-love-letter.html' title='A Cousins Love Letter...'/><author><name>Karen Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07661121907920221139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SPVoxJMaQ5I/AAAAAAAACg8/dzbKbUD8rQw/S220/karen+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/S0q6CJl-EkI/AAAAAAAADcs/fSfNTCLYqnU/s72-c/Letter+to+Boston+from+Malia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8181628396758373477</id><published>2010-01-08T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:29:18.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another unbirthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy 11 month birthday to me!!!! I love you...with a wink and a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8181628396758373477?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8181628396758373477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8181628396758373477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8181628396758373477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8181628396758373477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-unbirthday.html' title='Another unbirthday!'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-4684689681877057810</id><published>2010-01-05T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:40:28.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from my Grandma and Grandpa Jensen</title><content type='html'>My Grandma and Grandpa Jensen love me so much. They have been reading this blog that my Grandma Pranger has been working so hard on and they LOVE it ! They wanted to write me a little letter to let me know how they are  feeling. They get sad when they thinks about me leaving this earth life, but they know how happy I will be on the other side.  I can't wait to watch over my family from above and to be able to see all their faces again !  Here is the letter from my Grandma and Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Hey Boston.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What's up, bud ? I hear you've been having some bad&lt;br /&gt;days, lately. I hear you don't even make much of a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;What a trooper!Just like your Mom and Dad. Don't feel&lt;br /&gt;bad about "vomit comet", "poop rocket"or "stink breath"&lt;br /&gt;in a little while you will be in a special place&lt;br /&gt;Where "vomit comet" and "poop rocket" and "ole stink&lt;br /&gt;breath" Will be all gone,and you will be feeling&lt;br /&gt;grgrgrgrrrrreat!We were sure glad to see you at&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving. Dad had to carry you in'cause you&lt;br /&gt;are one big boy.'I think daddy is just a little&lt;br /&gt;jealous of mommy.Holding you has given her a nice&lt;br /&gt;set of muscles.&lt;br /&gt;We all had a great time on Turkey Day at Aunt&lt;br /&gt;Karens house. You are the best listener.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we didn't talk your head off. After your&lt;br /&gt;cousins hung around you, then came Aunt Sandy,&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Bambi, Aunt Maria, Aunt Kristin,Aunt Karen&lt;br /&gt;and Aunt Carrissa and me. Of course that didn't&lt;br /&gt;include your Uncle's who wanted to gab with you&lt;br /&gt;too, like Joel,Jason, Jeremiah, Justin,and Joseph&lt;br /&gt;....phew....What a Family.We all just wanted to&lt;br /&gt;be with you. No wonder you went to sleep.We plum&lt;br /&gt;tuckered you out!&lt;br /&gt;Then you came to the infamous 'Jensen Christmas Party'&lt;br /&gt;at Aunt Sandy and Uncle Joel's house. Your Dad&lt;br /&gt;and Mom told us that you weren't feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;We were so sorry to hear that, but we could not&lt;br /&gt;have had the party earlier then we did because&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jon, Aunt Christa and Xander and Kaysha&lt;br /&gt;live in Arizona. So the party had to be two days&lt;br /&gt;before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;We were soooooo lucky to get Santa to come two&lt;br /&gt;days before his busy day.It would have been a&lt;br /&gt;disaster for you and your cousins if Santa could&lt;br /&gt;not make it. Everyone would have been so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Well, disaster averted,thanks to the sweet-talking&lt;br /&gt;of Aunt Karen. She has a way with words (and a camera).&lt;br /&gt;...Anyways.....You sat on Santa's lap and were so&lt;br /&gt;super. No vomit comet,no poop rocket,and no ole stinky&lt;br /&gt;breath, either.......You made us proud!Dad and Mom&lt;br /&gt;took you home early 'cause you were coughing.&lt;br /&gt;We understand Lil Bosty.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and I saw you on Thursday (Dec.31st),&lt;br /&gt;but you were not feeling well. I sat and held you&lt;br /&gt;as I listened to your mom tell me the latest news&lt;br /&gt;and how little sleep she has been getting.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Mommy, not wanting to miss one moment with you.&lt;br /&gt; I remembered the first time, last summer, you&lt;br /&gt;stayed with us so your mom could have some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Your first sleepover with us. Your mom warned us&lt;br /&gt;that you may not sleep all night. I put you in&lt;br /&gt;the middle of McKayla's bed.I found a music box,&lt;br /&gt;turned the key and placed it near you on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Since I knew you were losing your hearing, I felt&lt;br /&gt;you could maybe, just maybe feel the vibration.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you felt or heard it but On&lt;br /&gt;whichever side I put the music box, your head&lt;br /&gt;would turn that way. It happened about two to three&lt;br /&gt;times. I must have checked in on you several times&lt;br /&gt;that night rewinding that box, every so often.&lt;br /&gt;You really liked that music box.&lt;br /&gt;You slept a good seven hours that night.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered too, that When Grandpa and I&lt;br /&gt;babysat you and Teagan, to give your parents some&lt;br /&gt;alone time, I would hold you on the couch but&lt;br /&gt;it always took Grandpa to take you when I wanted&lt;br /&gt;to get up. He would sit with you in his rocker,&lt;br /&gt;rocking away. You are such a butter ball.&lt;br /&gt;Ok......I know that butter has nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;with it. But you are a Chunk..............HUNK!&lt;br /&gt; It makes me sad to see how much you are&lt;br /&gt;struggling to breath now. It makes Grandpa sad, too.&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason grandpa didn't hold you&lt;br /&gt;when we were at your house was because he was&lt;br /&gt;afraid that he would cause you more pain.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa is a softy at heart. Always was and&lt;br /&gt;always will be!&lt;br /&gt;  Boston what a blessing you are to us.&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited! Soon you will be with&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father once again! What joy! Tell Him&lt;br /&gt;"Hi" from the Jensen Clan and tell Him we are&lt;br /&gt;trying our best so that we may return, too.&lt;br /&gt;We Love you, Bosty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Grandpa Randy &amp;amp; Grandma Lourdes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-05-2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-4684689681877057810?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/4684689681877057810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=4684689681877057810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4684689681877057810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4684689681877057810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/01/letter-from-my-grandma-jensen.html' title='Letter from my Grandma and Grandpa Jensen'/><author><name>Karen Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07661121907920221139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SPVoxJMaQ5I/AAAAAAAACg8/dzbKbUD8rQw/S220/karen+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-6185090820922933537</id><published>2010-01-05T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:01:18.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/S0O2pAHiC9I/AAAAAAAAALU/Sbns0i5i8sw/s1600-h/Katie+and+Bosty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423379191806692306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/S0O2pAHiC9I/AAAAAAAAALU/Sbns0i5i8sw/s320/Katie+and+Bosty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HEART YOU MOMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-6185090820922933537?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/6185090820922933537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=6185090820922933537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6185090820922933537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6185090820922933537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-heart-you-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/S0O2pAHiC9I/AAAAAAAAALU/Sbns0i5i8sw/s72-c/Katie+and+Bosty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8060621621851838949</id><published>2010-01-05T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:22:57.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dang it! ole vomit comet returns- with a side kick.....foam mouth. YUCK! Dang it. Dang it and even Dang it even more! Guess I will need to bring out the big guns.....my momma. Now typically, I call her mommy because, well, because that describes her best- mommy. BUT when it comes to defending... she becomes....A MOMMA BEAR (thats how Aunt Lucy says it). Go Momma! I Love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I cant say enough about mommy....She has been there 125% day in day out, endless nights, LONG days and endless laundry from the vomit comet. I just feel so blessed to have her as MY mommy..I heart her sooooo much! MUAH MUAH! and "AWWA TOO" (as Teag says).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mommy.....of course, Daddy and Teag.... my "tough" guys. My family......they have "been there, done that" the entire game....you know who you are - it has meant EVERYTHING to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8060621621851838949?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8060621621851838949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8060621621851838949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8060621621851838949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8060621621851838949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/01/dang-it-ole-vomit-comet-returns-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8978424586884847408</id><published>2010-01-04T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:46:06.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Know how to get rid of the vomit comet?????Give him a dose of the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ole stink breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yep, POOF, he ran for dear life when he got one wiff of my breath...........a new superhero is born....&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ole stink breath"- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;maybe I should come up with a new name...any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what??? I woke up for a few hours to hang with my popa. It was way cool....then I pooped and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"ole stink breath"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had a side kick (just like Batman has Robin). I don't think the vomit comet will be showing up around these parts any longer...I think we scared him off in a big way :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I slept through the new years....OOPS! They say you should make a goal for the new year.....what should be my goal????? I have decided that everyday I am going to wake up &lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt;...well, thankful that I woke up....... and saw my amazing, incredible mommy- thankful for my family, thankful for My Father in Heaven and His plan and thankful for Jesus....He is amazing (want me to go on with all we should/could be thankful for?) And I am also going to be &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;. (yep, you saw it correctly HAPPY. (period)....meaning nothing more, just happy. Somedays we just make it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too complicated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....people, be happy, be/do the best you can for that moment....and............. &lt;strong&gt;move on!&lt;/strong&gt; I mean really, I could dwell on the fact that I shot a "poop rocket" at nurse Chris (hey, it was THEIR idea to try the M&amp;amp;M enema..if they had ASKED me I would have tried to warn them (well maybe I would have warned them))....but, it was just one of "those things"....It happens- laugh a little, cringe a little, say you will try to be better next time...and move on....dont worry in a day or two you will likely do something even dumber...I did...two days after the poop rocket I unleashed the vomit comet &lt;strong&gt;ALL OVER&lt;/strong&gt; a nurse and nanny....i think nanny decided to forget about the dinner she just brought in. &lt;em&gt;I wonder why????????? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8978424586884847408?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8978424586884847408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8978424586884847408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8978424586884847408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8978424586884847408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2010/01/know-how-to-get-rid-of-vomit-cometgive.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-2643358219676655930</id><published>2009-12-31T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:42:00.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Monday I passed into a comatose state. I am dreaming the MOST incredible dreams and peace has entered my life.  You know that moment, after you first sorta wake up after surgery and you can hear but everything is really, really fuzzy....that is where I am. Angels surround me and are here helping me. I am a bit scared- but only because I will miss mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so amazing....my heart is so full of love....... for my family...... my Savior and.. for my Father in Heaven. Its all so real and so overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"I can only imagine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;What it will be like When I walk By your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can only imagine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;What my eyes will see When your face Is before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; I can only imagine, I can only imagine .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Will I dance for you Jesus or in honour of you be still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can only imagine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Soon.....I will be there soon......... and then I will no longer imagine....I will see, feel and hear it all. Sounds pretty amazing and incredible, huh? I'll wait for you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-2643358219676655930?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/2643358219676655930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=2643358219676655930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2643358219676655930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2643358219676655930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-monday-i-passed-into-comatose-state.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-4825812440764766535</id><published>2009-12-28T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:54:31.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did get to have Christmas with my family. It was tough....I didnt (and dont) feel good,  it was really just no fun....even though it was Christmas. The vomiting has come back 200 times worse. My breathing is hard. Its just tough on everyone. Poor Mommy has not gotten any sleep...I am sick all night throwing up. Popa gave me a blessing this weekend. I love you Popa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/S0QJTQjNCRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hRVYK5HVf78/s1600-h/IMG_2413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/S0QJTQjNCRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hRVYK5HVf78/s320/IMG_2413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423470077725706514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy....I love you! ....in case I did not say it lately....you are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-4825812440764766535?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/4825812440764766535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=4825812440764766535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4825812440764766535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4825812440764766535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-did-get-to-have-christmas-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/S0QJTQjNCRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hRVYK5HVf78/s72-c/IMG_2413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8009553308996699956</id><published>2009-12-23T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:41:28.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Jensen Style'/><title type='text'>Christmas Jensen Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/S0KKrv4ik1I/AAAAAAAADb0/o-NRss2cPCI/s1600-h/IMG_7103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/S0KKrv4ik1I/AAAAAAAADb0/o-NRss2cPCI/s400/IMG_7103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423049385500119890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/S0KJ7q3Uh0I/AAAAAAAADbs/Gw5S006LWDI/s1600-h/IMG_7017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/S0KJ7q3Uh0I/AAAAAAAADbs/Gw5S006LWDI/s400/IMG_7017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423048559519106882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/S0KJ3FQxvlI/AAAAAAAADbk/XRUXHUMimPo/s1600-h/IMG_7035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/S0KJ3FQxvlI/AAAAAAAADbk/XRUXHUMimPo/s400/IMG_7035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423048480705855058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/S0KJyGpiAFI/AAAAAAAADbc/BifFwvPEqiM/s1600-h/IMG_6987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/S0KJyGpiAFI/AAAAAAAADbc/BifFwvPEqiM/s400/IMG_6987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423048395178770514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow did I go to an exciting Christmas Party !  My daddy's side of the family ( the Jensen Clan ) had their annual Christmas party !  They say it get's noisier ever year and more fun !  I sat with daddy in the chair a lot of the time.  I got to sit on Santa's lap!  I didn't mind, but Teagen......he wasn't so sure.  Aunt Karen didn't even get a picture of him on his lap because he was clinging to daddy !!  Mommy was laughing she thought it was funny !  He was SCARED of santa !!!  I got a present from Santa.  Here's some pictures of me . Aunt Karen thinks it looks like I am trying to look over at him....who know's maybe I am !!!!  I could feel that itchy beard on my skin !!!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8009553308996699956?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8009553308996699956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8009553308996699956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8009553308996699956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8009553308996699956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-jensen-style.html' title='Christmas Jensen Style'/><author><name>Karen Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07661121907920221139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SPVoxJMaQ5I/AAAAAAAACg8/dzbKbUD8rQw/S220/karen+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/S0KKrv4ik1I/AAAAAAAADb0/o-NRss2cPCI/s72-c/IMG_7103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8346301227663621719</id><published>2009-12-23T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:52:40.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU vs Oregon State</title><content type='html'>OH BOY!!! Oregon State, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what happened??????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...my guess is toooooooooo much, way tooo much Vegas..... after that horrific kick that went practically backwards....... BYU steamrolled all the way. Good fun, good family and a good game (if you were rooting for BYU)...YIKES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/S0QIs6dqjpI/AAAAAAAAALk/jJ5NNp6TiHs/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/S0QIs6dqjpI/AAAAAAAAALk/jJ5NNp6TiHs/s320/IMG_2406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423469418961866386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/S0QI9LQVidI/AAAAAAAAALs/n4eRV2zmyoA/s1600-h/IMG_2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/S0QI9LQVidI/AAAAAAAAALs/n4eRV2zmyoA/s320/IMG_2402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423469698347272658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....I am slowly gaining ground on the vomit comet....he is a trickly little guy but I am skeakin up on him (with my Indiana Jones hat) and getting better at keeping him in a trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8346301227663621719?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8346301227663621719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8346301227663621719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8346301227663621719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8346301227663621719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/byu-vs-oregon-state.html' title='BYU vs Oregon State'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/S0QIs6dqjpI/AAAAAAAAALk/jJ5NNp6TiHs/s72-c/IMG_2406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8456166960976378749</id><published>2009-12-21T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:40:59.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still......</title><content type='html'>yep, dodge truck tough....cowboy up.....had my gun loaded....that vomit comet is one sneaky, slippery little guy. Tried more valium, off the night feedings, more zofran...still he lingers on. DANG IT! Maybe I need to just have my great-popa take him out behind the barn....Grandpa Turcott is pretty good at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, on to the next tough thing I could think of.....Maybe I could pretend to be a.............snake charmer!!! Oh ya, I could put the vomeit comet into a trance and then....beat the stuffins out of him! Okay, now I need me a hat like Indiana Jones....and some cool duds too..... oh, and a WHIP....THIS COULD BE FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game on Vomit Comet....at some point I will be victorious...just gotta find the right outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....Went to Popa and Nanny's on Saturday got to watch a Christmas Concert and Football with Popa. Then Aunt Mel took me to Christmas in the Commons at her school...AWESOME! Then church on Sunday...I have not got to go in a few weeks and the Christmas program was SPECTACULAR! Then Nanny took me to the 9th wards program too. TWO programs....it was great. But in the afternoon I started getting cranky and not feeling so well....it was a rough afternoon and evening. URG! UGGG! and YUCK! I even was too cranky to decorate a gingerbread house....remember that M&amp;amp;M enema...the smell of gingerbread....oh boy, that did not bring back some good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate coughing. period. end of discussion. I will be glad when I can really breathe again. This sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Mommy....you are the cutest thing around...even cuter than me....well, nothing can be as cute as me but you do come in at a close second! :-) MUAH at YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8456166960976378749?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8456166960976378749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8456166960976378749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8456166960976378749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8456166960976378749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/still.html' title='Still......'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-415301071445483280</id><published>2009-12-18T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:49:17.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the superhero thing  is not working so well...guess I will try....HOWDY........ the western way....Cowboy up and be dodge truck tough....watch out vomit comet I'm comin at ya with both barrells loaded! Hey, do you think they have a bull named the 'vomit comet'????????? Gotta check into that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridin the wild west on my horsey..."dawg" (popa always said he'd name his horse dog- I got it first popa!), got my hat and my gun....lookin for showdown with the ole vomit comet....gonna give him a piece of justice. Ole John Wayne got nothin on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BJ (Boston Jensen- just BJ sounds more westernish) from Orem, Utah (all the GOOD bull riders tell where they are from)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-415301071445483280?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/415301071445483280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=415301071445483280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/415301071445483280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/415301071445483280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-superhero-thing-is-not-working-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-709535996208514923</id><published>2009-12-16T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:32:23.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case youre wondering..............</title><content type='html'>Why in so many of my pictures I am in the stroller...well, my neck is floppy and if it is not held in the right position it is hard for me to breathe. It is not that I dont like being held or that I dont get held...I am held ALL THE TIME....its just when I am out and about I would rather my neck be held in one position so it is easier to breathe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you know............the rest of the story (as Paul Harvey can ONLY say).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-709535996208514923?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/709535996208514923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=709535996208514923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/709535996208514923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/709535996208514923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-case-youre-wondering.html' title='In case youre wondering..............'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-6171613400239387727</id><published>2009-12-16T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:27:59.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timpanogos Choir Christmas Concert</title><content type='html'>Last night I got to hear Aunt Melissa sing with her high school choir concert.....in a word...AW..ES..OME!!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THEY KNOCKED ONE OUT OF THE BALLPARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with that concert. And Aunt Melissa....she was an angel amoungst so many other angels...Thanks THS choir....I flashed you one of my rarely seen smiles....I really big one! One that really touched my heart is "the first noel"...."born is the King"....and I love him and when the angels sang about what the angels said....doesnt get much better folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, the docs say I dont hear very well...but maybe someone should tell the docs that whenever music plays I rest peacefully and comfortably and my eyes widen and I get this excited look......DUH! I can hear and I LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospice nurse came again yesterday.....my lungs are worse....she uped my valium in hopes of deadening the brain nerves to slay the vomit comet. Lets hope and pray it works...i hate the vomit comet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy....muah, muah and MUAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-6171613400239387727?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/6171613400239387727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=6171613400239387727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6171613400239387727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6171613400239387727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/timpanogos-choir-christmas-concert.html' title='Timpanogos Choir Christmas Concert'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-5439943458165811624</id><published>2009-12-15T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:40:29.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My giggle</title><content type='html'>A few months ago I told you how I giggled....just once...well, if you want to see it look back to the post that is headed "I can giggle"....its all there - sure to win an oscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-5439943458165811624?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/5439943458165811624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=5439943458165811624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5439943458165811624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5439943458165811624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-giggle.html' title='My giggle'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-4072418803409703998</id><published>2009-12-14T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:44:45.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yea....I almost forgot.....remember those teeth buds....well, they blossomed to full fledged teeth....CHOPPERS to be exact. Gotta love it baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Anyone got any ideas on how to slay the vomit comet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;valium - check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zofran- check, check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a really cool sword- mommy wont allow swords in the house............ Bummer!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prayers- check (duh! really, come on its me we're talkin about....... duh?!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a cool cape- hmmm...be right back, I need to talk to mommy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bosty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-4072418803409703998?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/4072418803409703998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=4072418803409703998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4072418803409703998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4072418803409703998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-7581559196325581283</id><published>2009-12-14T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:05:13.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CRRRAAANNNKKYY....Sorry folks but I am cranky...as cranky as can be. Somedays it just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;'sucks to be me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I have myself a party of my own- a pity party. Sunday was one of those days.....YUCK! Somedays I wish my little chubbies (legs) would work and I could run far far away from reality.....I am sure mommy would come with me too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I also got to watch last years Christmas Concert with Popa...the 'professionals' say I can not hear but then why do I settle down when I hear good music?????? One of popa's favorite is the animal song- this dude singer belts out a great one using his voice to sound like a cow, a sheep and a horse. Funny! We could have listened to that song for hours! Then we went upstairs to hear Teagan pretend to be Santa and say "ho ho ho" into a microphone attached to the fake Santa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mommy is AWESOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She hangs with me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERY NIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while we draw out our swords and try to slay the vomit comet...she changes ALL my clothes at least 3 times a night....She holds and cuddles me even when she is beyond tired. I think of all the superheros in the world she is the best!!! Think about it folks, have you EVER seen a superhero fight the vomit comet? My mommy is one way good, way cool, way cute, super-de-dupper-hero!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU MOMMY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bosty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-7581559196325581283?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/7581559196325581283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=7581559196325581283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/7581559196325581283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/7581559196325581283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/crrraaannnkkyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-7646370358238668516</id><published>2009-12-10T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:59:34.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate the vomit comet but the vomit comet likes...no LOVES...me! I have never wanted to ditch someone/something before (except Relief Society) but I think I could be just fine and dandy to ditch the vomit comet....he is not a good person to hang with! And he comes in the middle of the night and tries to keep mommy and me away fromour favorite...sleep. The only good thing that happens is I get more snuggle time with mommy....but even that is not worth it....I dont need it...I am too irresistable for her !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR! I bet I could get Teagan to give him the ole evil stink eye....he'd run for sure if he got one of those from Teagan! On Tueday when I had "return of the vomit comet".....Teagan came over to me and put his hand on my head and asked me if I was OK....I love you Teagan- you are the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all hope the vomit comet is not a mini-series and sticks with being a Rocky sequel movie! 4 nights of this and I am ready to scream "UNCLE"....by the way how did the word "uncle" become the word for 'I give up' ???? Well, Rocky was a tough dude but he never did meet the vomit comet.....guess that would not have made a good movie....no one would buy popcorn and drinks for it either. GRRROOOSSSSSSS! maybe I should cry "uncle" so my uncles can rescue me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go....I am busy........ defending against the vomit comet.....Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-7646370358238668516?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/7646370358238668516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=7646370358238668516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/7646370358238668516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/7646370358238668516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-vomit-comet-but-vomit-comet.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-3845418256406231736</id><published>2009-12-08T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:23:33.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ..........ME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SyBrmPMciJI/AAAAAAAAALE/g17C8FanxRM/s1600-h/DSCN1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SyBrmPMciJI/AAAAAAAAALE/g17C8FanxRM/s320/DSCN1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413445056757270674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SyBrlznZ_uI/AAAAAAAAAK8/btqecnI41Ek/s1600-h/DSCN1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SyBrlznZ_uI/AAAAAAAAAK8/btqecnI41Ek/s320/DSCN1115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413445049354157794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SyBrlBPfTVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/d1DE5nItM3A/s1600-h/DSCN1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SyBrlBPfTVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/d1DE5nItM3A/s320/DSCN1104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413445035832069458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SyBrk5i9KsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SU5T6kb4LY8/s1600-h/DSCN1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SyBrk5i9KsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SU5T6kb4LY8/s320/DSCN1103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413445033766234818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my unbirthday birthday.....I am 10 months old!!! Today we are having a birthday party at Popa and Nanny's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy birthday to ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-3845418256406231736?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/3845418256406231736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=3845418256406231736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3845418256406231736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3845418256406231736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ..........ME!!!'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SyBrmPMciJI/AAAAAAAAALE/g17C8FanxRM/s72-c/DSCN1108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8616979353392127286</id><published>2009-12-07T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:07:13.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth..really? Yes...really!</title><content type='html'>I know pretty cool huh? I have 2 teeth buds!!...and they are almost through. Pretty Cool! We found them on Sunday afternoon....Nanny and I were hanging out and she saw me moving my toungue around and decided to stick her finger in there...ta-dah! and TA-DAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are pretty rough around here....I just can not breathe! I choke and gag...it is so hard and scary. But amidst all the yuck there is always some ray of sunshine...like my new teeth buds...and..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT TO SEE SANTA!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx0yxC2D5gI/AAAAAAAAAIc/HHEtxTHVvNE/s1600-h/IMG_2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx0yxC2D5gI/AAAAAAAAAIc/HHEtxTHVvNE/s400/IMG_2356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412538145327801858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx1STWLW0gI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QS6cEVNizYE/s1600-h/boys+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx1STWLW0gI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QS6cEVNizYE/s400/boys+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412572819493409282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx00BdvHikI/AAAAAAAAAJE/r_WKh7V5wM8/s1600-h/IMG_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx00BdvHikI/AAAAAAAAAJE/r_WKh7V5wM8/s400/IMG_2358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412539526935972418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my Pranger cousins and I went to the mall Saturday night and saw Santa. It had been a long day and I sorta dozed in and out through the entire thing but...we saw Santa!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx0zZN7y9RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0nB3BzqeF8Y/s1600-h/IMG_2362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx0zZN7y9RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0nB3BzqeF8Y/s400/IMG_2362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412538835499414802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx0zZuyeD3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/VANH9XrRjv8/s1600-h/IMG_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx0zZuyeD3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/VANH9XrRjv8/s400/IMG_2370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412538844318666610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx0zZ7kTgcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8sMPwv0WKWs/s1600-h/IMG_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx0zZ7kTgcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8sMPwv0WKWs/s400/IMG_2374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412538847748915650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday....I woke up to Teagan yelling with excitement....SNOW!!! Pretty cool stuff if I say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared but I also have complete faith in my Father in Heaven....a day at a time...one step right after the other.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, thanks for spending all your sleepless nights helping me try to breathe. I know you are tired..you have been awake most nights for a week....I love you SOOO MUCH! BIG ole MUAH at ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8616979353392127286?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8616979353392127286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8616979353392127286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8616979353392127286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8616979353392127286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/teethreally-yesreally.html' title='Teeth..really? Yes...really!'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx0yxC2D5gI/AAAAAAAAAIc/HHEtxTHVvNE/s72-c/IMG_2356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-4212563487395381305</id><published>2009-12-04T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:43:06.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I could save time in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that I'd like to do&lt;br /&gt;Is to save every day&lt;br /&gt;Till Eternity passes away&lt;br /&gt;Just to spend them with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could make days last forever&lt;br /&gt;If words could make wishes come true&lt;br /&gt;I'd save every day like a treasure and then&lt;br /&gt;Again, I would spend them with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a box just for wishes&lt;br /&gt;And dreams that had never come true&lt;br /&gt;The box would be empty&lt;br /&gt;Except for the memory&lt;br /&gt;Of how they were answered by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back &lt;br /&gt;Where there is love, I'll be there &lt;br /&gt;I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do &lt;br /&gt;Just call my name and I'll be there &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to comfort you, &lt;br /&gt;Build my world of dreams around you, I'm so glad that I found you &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there with a love that's strong &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter &lt;br /&gt;Togetherness, well that's all I'm after &lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me, I'll be there &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to protect you, with an unselfish love that respects you &lt;br /&gt;Just call my name and I'll be there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should ever find someone new, I know he'd better be good to you &lt;br /&gt;'Cause if he doesn't, I'll be there &lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there, I'll be there, whenever you need me, I'll be there &lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine on the water looks so lovely&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine almost always makes me high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a day that I could give you&lt;br /&gt;I'd give to you a day just like today&lt;br /&gt;If I had a song that I could sing for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd sing a song to make you feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine on the water looks so lovely&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine almost always makes me high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a tale that I could tell you&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell a tale sure to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;If I had a wish that I could wish for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd make a wish for sunshine all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I pray you'll be my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And watch him where he goes&lt;br /&gt;And help him to be wise&lt;br /&gt;Help me to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every mother's prayer&lt;br /&gt;Every child knows&lt;br /&gt;Lead him to a place&lt;br /&gt;Guide him with your grace&lt;br /&gt;To a place where he'll be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray he finds your light&lt;br /&gt;And holds it in his heart&lt;br /&gt;As darkness falls each night&lt;br /&gt;Remind him where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every mother's prayer&lt;br /&gt;Every child knows&lt;br /&gt;Need to find a place&lt;br /&gt;Guide him to a place&lt;br /&gt;Give him faith so he'll be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead him to a place&lt;br /&gt;Guide him with your grace&lt;br /&gt;To a place where he'll be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Someday, when we are wiser&lt;br /&gt;When the world's older&lt;br /&gt;When we have learned&lt;br /&gt;I pray someday we may yet&lt;br /&gt;Live to live and let live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, life will be fairer&lt;br /&gt;Need will be rarer&lt;br /&gt;And greed will not pay&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed, this bright millenia&lt;br /&gt;On it's way, let it come someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday our fight will be won, and&lt;br /&gt;We'll stand in the sun, in&lt;br /&gt;That bright afternoon&lt;br /&gt;'Til then, on days when the sun&lt;br /&gt;Is gone, we'll hang on&lt;br /&gt;If we wish upon the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some days, dark and bitter&lt;br /&gt;Seems we haven't got a prayer&lt;br /&gt;But a prayer for something better&lt;br /&gt;Is the one thing we all share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, when we are wiser&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world is older&lt;br /&gt;When we have love&lt;br /&gt;And I pray someday we may yet&lt;br /&gt;Live to live and one day, someday&lt;br /&gt;Someday life will be fairer&lt;br /&gt;Need will be rarer&lt;br /&gt;And greed will not pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed this bright millenia&lt;br /&gt;Let it come If we wish upon the moon&lt;br /&gt;One day, someday....soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving soon.....I love you all with all my heart....especially my mommy, my hero...Forever...I WILL see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-4212563487395381305?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/4212563487395381305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=4212563487395381305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4212563487395381305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4212563487395381305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-could-save-time-in-bottle-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-294232335444447680</id><published>2009-12-02T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:02:42.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU MOMMY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-294232335444447680?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/294232335444447680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=294232335444447680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/294232335444447680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/294232335444447680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-6203946589928368540</id><published>2009-11-30T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:35:55.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know I can't remember pain....I feel it....say one quick ouch and magically I dont remember that it ever hurt. Its one of the perks (in a list of the good/bad/ugly things) that happen. Its like...well, you know the medicine they give you before you go to sleep before surgery...the "I dont care about nothin' " stuff....well, that is it! Simply lovely :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I LOVE snuggling with my mommy. She is fluffy (not fat-shes really skinny-size 2 jeans skinny and HOT (just in case you were wondering) ) soft and loves to &lt;strong&gt;smash&lt;/strong&gt; kisses all over me!! I love you mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have not been doing much....sleeping a lot and I have a bit of a cough. But really just hanging out and snuggling up. I love my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-6203946589928368540?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/6203946589928368540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=6203946589928368540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6203946589928368540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6203946589928368540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-know-i-cant-remember-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-7386709088097906814</id><published>2009-11-25T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:17:26.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NG Tube</title><content type='html'>OK-enough already....Yesterday my tube got plugged...AGAIN! They think it could be the formula...I need the liquid not the powder form. The tube SHOULD last for three months not 2 weeks. OOPS! Someone forgot to tell the tube that. Oh well, I did not mind too much, I got the same smokin rad tech that did it before- whhhaaaallllaa lala lala la! He COULD be the next big Vegas act- Magical! The only bummer- and it is a big one....is that when they put the tube in they have to put some water in first and then it sits in my bronch tubes then I struggle for air BIG TIME til mommy suctions me out.....It is yuuuucckkky!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pooper is workin again too...cool! (except if you are mommy and get to change the really nasty diapers). My breathing has been easy and still the vomit comet has not returned for an encore performance. Life IS good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....I was hangin out in my big boy bouncer seat and Teagan was bouncing me along and I had sooo much fun- I LOVE YOU TEAG! I just had to flash him one of those grins...he is the awesomest big bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and I have been super busy preparing for the UTES to demo the cougars....Go UTES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mommy....I big ole wet one back at ya! YOU the BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty :-) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go UTES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-7386709088097906814?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/7386709088097906814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=7386709088097906814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/7386709088097906814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/7386709088097906814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/11/ng-tube.html' title='NG Tube'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-4116092054698677483</id><published>2009-11-23T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:59:25.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was sweet!&lt;br /&gt;First on Saturday night, mommy and I had a date night- just her and I snuggling til 2:30 in the morning ( that was my idea not hers- I know sweet huh?)&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday we had two family things...first it was Grandpa Jensens birthday breakfast- biscuts and gravy. Then to the Pranger's for Thanksgiving. The food smelled so yummy...and everyone was there. Uncle Gene, Aunt Laura, Alex and Eric too! Great fun hanging out with everyone! Popa has an animated Santa that has the boys up in arms. Teagan wont go into the room but will watch from the hall. After three rounds of songs he went around the house singing "Jingles Bells" ..."Awe, cute!" Good food, Good fun, great family.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx00XKrkddI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ATXrz9Ml6DY/s1600-h/bosty+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx00XKrkddI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ATXrz9Ml6DY/s400/bosty+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412539899777938898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-4116092054698677483?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/4116092054698677483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=4116092054698677483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4116092054698677483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4116092054698677483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-weekend-was-sweet-first-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx00XKrkddI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ATXrz9Ml6DY/s72-c/bosty+16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-6803538112295993101</id><published>2009-11-18T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:02:52.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go UTES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx01LT60d7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Kmu7zTetUfY/s1600-h/IMG_2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx01LT60d7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Kmu7zTetUfY/s400/IMG_2343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412540795611019186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a shout out to mommy's fav team....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO UTES!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-6803538112295993101?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/6803538112295993101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=6803538112295993101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6803538112295993101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6803538112295993101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-utes.html' title='Go UTES!'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx01LT60d7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Kmu7zTetUfY/s72-c/IMG_2343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-3027784786650893981</id><published>2009-11-17T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:51:19.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>What does "less than 6 months" mean? That is what the doctors said yesterday...based on their "medical opinion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I am scared- But after I think about it for a bit and work it out in my mind I am determined to enjoy every moment and solid in my belief that Heavenly Father loves me...I know that and I TRUST that. Its easy to trust when its a simple thing, but this thing....I have learned a lot about trusting Father in Heaven. True trust and love knows no limits...and I am not sure you really know true trust and love until you've "walked the walk". It is what I hold on to these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other note....all the genetic testing....I am "normal"... that really means they cant find what is wrong.  The end of the road....no more genetic testing. I think it would be easier if we had a name to this thing that is robbing me of life....How about "dang, this stinks" ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night mommy snuggled me in her arms and we just cuddled..lost in time. Love knows no limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever............. mommy, its a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, bring on the holidays!!!! I need to smell me some turkey and pumpkin pie...hear some Christmas tunes...see some twinkle lights and SNOW! Bring it all on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-3027784786650893981?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/3027784786650893981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=3027784786650893981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3027784786650893981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3027784786650893981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8099219131935489592</id><published>2009-11-13T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:12:29.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy of the Year</title><content type='html'>Today I am pleased to announce my mommy has been nominated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"mommy of the year&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... suprisingly enough, the votes have already been tabulated by the law firm of "duh!" ......and guess what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMMY IS THE WINNER!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her gown, she took everyones breath away! She is so beau..ti..ful! And she rocked the swim suit competition too (she got the high heels from Aunt Lucy!) !! For mommys talent she changed a &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; gross diaper and still smile and give me a kiss on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mommy of the year! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heart you mommy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG kisses...Bosty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8099219131935489592?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8099219131935489592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8099219131935489592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8099219131935489592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8099219131935489592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/11/mommy-of-year.html' title='Mommy of the Year'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-1683574698504647469</id><published>2009-11-12T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:16:16.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New tube</title><content type='html'>Today I pulled a little magic trick on Mommy and made the end of my feeding tube pop off.....SURPRISE!........Then I realized that may not have been such a wise trick.....now I needed a new feeding tube. OOPS! I hate getting that tube in.....BIG MISTAKE ON THTAT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got the first one at Primary's it was a bit of an "experience" (to say the least)....but today we were at Utah Valley Regional and that dude was smokin fast and good! I slept through the first part and only had a few tears on the 2nd. It was ssswwweeeeetttt! Thanks awesome radiology dude- you the MAN! And they didnt papoose me which was so awesome! Nana just held my hands !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I got a mans hat (&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not a little BYU boys hat&lt;/span&gt;)..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a MANS HAT......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;University of Utah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets say it again folks....SSSWWWEEEETTT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radiology dude....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you. are. a. stud! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(even if you do wear a radiation sheilding skirt).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-1683574698504647469?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/1683574698504647469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=1683574698504647469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1683574698504647469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1683574698504647469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-tube.html' title='New tube'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-6777727381540085225</id><published>2009-11-10T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:06:36.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All is quiet on the home front....and it is nice! My breathing is better...dont know why but it just is. I love the feeding tube..mommy has even givin me a couple of drinks from my old friend, the bottle and I have been OK with that....I LOVE the binky...not sure why either-its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Teag, Nana and Aunt Mel went to church and got to hear the primary program...I loved it. Teagan kept asking them to sing "again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popa got home from the hospital on Saturday- he is doing well....he has so many machines in his room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GAM sent me some booties...sweet! I love, love, love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy andI have been hangin out and lovin up. Its nice to have a break and a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got the Swine Flu shots last week....for me. Thanks Guys! Teagan was pretty upset with the nurse-she got the "evil eye" from him....he is pretty good with the evil eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has been workin hard and trying to eak out every moment of good weather to long board down the canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what...I have shed a few pounds! I know....I am losing my baby fat and becoming a little boy. (Awww!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you! Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-6777727381540085225?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/6777727381540085225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=6777727381540085225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6777727381540085225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6777727381540085225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-is-quiet-on-home-front.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-4932075753808726740</id><published>2009-11-04T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:36:41.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh miralax, you are my friend (yes, the last three letters should tell you everything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday mommy, Teagan and I went to see Dr Anderson..He is cool..Hes a chicken though....he makes the nurses do the shots......I am hunky and chunky and almost 9 months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popa is getting a new knee today! Pretty soon he will be able to take me on horsey popa rides! I love you Popa-dream good things while youre getting you new knee.  Wonder if Dr Rosenburg likes disco like Popa-I could bring my disco ball and we could all rock out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy could not possibly be more adorable! I heart her! No wonder daddy fell in love with her..she always smells like heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Teagan, I love it when you sing monkeys swingin in the tree and "snap"- you are the bomb bro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-4932075753808726740?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/4932075753808726740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=4932075753808726740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4932075753808726740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4932075753808726740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-miralax-you-are-my-friend-yes-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8799354842675448439</id><published>2009-11-03T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:36:30.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey dudes, whats up? I have been hangin out with mommy, daddy and Teagan....Teagan was kinda sick Sunday night but better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8799354842675448439?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8799354842675448439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8799354842675448439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8799354842675448439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8799354842675448439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-dudes-whats-up-i-have-been-hangin.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-3983939155057852478</id><published>2009-11-02T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:22:03.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some things I love to do.....&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Whitney loves to take pictures of me and here are some fun things I like to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to talk on the phone.  Teagan loves to say HHHHHEEEEELLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! to me we have the best conversations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su8-b4diPVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1XcFQOfj3LU/s1600-h/IMG_1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su8-b4diPVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1XcFQOfj3LU/s400/IMG_1865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399603126974168402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su8-resryBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cAEKLuAqDhU/s1600-h/IMG_1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su8-resryBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cAEKLuAqDhU/s400/IMG_1866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399603394936293394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to be held, this is my cousin Phoenix and my big brother Teagan they are so good to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su8_I1dhdMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/W9Pi8a3Ii24/s1600-h/IMG_1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su8_I1dhdMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/W9Pi8a3Ii24/s400/IMG_1859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399603899262923970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Nana, she smells so good I love to snuggle right up to here and not move.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su8-zxEwXMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/k4c238xqp9o/s1600-h/IMG_2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su8-zxEwXMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/k4c238xqp9o/s400/IMG_2226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399603537308048578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being all snuggly warm in my carseat.... yeah for car rides.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su8_ImDU6cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YlDzlLIPC7I/s1600-h/IMG_2297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su8_ImDU6cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YlDzlLIPC7I/s400/IMG_2297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399603895126518210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-3983939155057852478?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/3983939155057852478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=3983939155057852478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3983939155057852478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3983939155057852478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-things-i-love-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su8-b4diPVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1XcFQOfj3LU/s72-c/IMG_1865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-1688314898964144062</id><published>2009-10-31T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:09:12.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween! I went to Nana and Popas for pizza and inside door to door-I got an Elmo hat, some socks, a mixer for my formula, and some blankets...it was cool!Nana had all the adults go to a different bedroom and us kids got to knock on each door for treats........IT WAS SO FUN!!The we treated around the neighborhood.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su877zkwwmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G4rJ2_eUEOw/s1600-h/IMG_2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su877zkwwmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G4rJ2_eUEOw/s400/IMG_2285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399600376883233378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su878frZRZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ftcpGb02LS4/s1600-h/IMG_2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su878frZRZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ftcpGb02LS4/s400/IMG_2245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399600388722214290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su877JufuoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NyvsxvN-UJY/s1600-h/IMG_2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su877JufuoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NyvsxvN-UJY/s400/IMG_2293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399600365649771138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su877qqdOPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Nfa7WmpK1xY/s1600-h/IMG_2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su877qqdOPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Nfa7WmpK1xY/s400/IMG_2292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399600374491199730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-1688314898964144062?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/1688314898964144062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=1688314898964144062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1688314898964144062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1688314898964144062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween-i-went-to-nana-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su877zkwwmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G4rJ2_eUEOw/s72-c/IMG_2285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-7946891916179657371</id><published>2009-10-30T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:04:55.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comin Home</title><content type='html'>I'm comin home baby!!! Im comin home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, kisses and soooo much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-7946891916179657371?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/7946891916179657371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=7946891916179657371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/7946891916179657371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/7946891916179657371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/comin-home.html' title='Comin Home'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8816066058531572218</id><published>2009-10-29T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:03:53.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"just a shout out to my homies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany and Erin....you can tell when its not "just a job" and I will remember you forever. You touched my soul with compassion, and love...thank you for caring that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my docs....man, I know I will not be able to list all of you...but just a few..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyein...she is so cute and loves to give me a head noogie-every time.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Benkowski...I think he's tenderhearted more than he lets on. He tries to be all professional but I know..&lt;br /&gt;Dr Stevenson....what a kind soul- his compassion and thought into every detail is so amazing...Do you think he has a messy bedroom (I doubt it - he seems to be so detailed).&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the doc that finally placed my NJ tube--AWESOME JOB DUDE!&lt;br /&gt;And I already told you about Chris the midevil M&amp;amp;M pusher....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But most of all Mommy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....she is so brave, strong and courageous. I just heart her sooo much! When she comes in every morning the FIRST thing that she does is squeal "heeellllooooo babbbyyy!" and then plants wet ones all over me for 5 minutes. Then she says Hi to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tested my hearing yesterday...they say my hearing is on the fritz and I hear about as good as I see.....I hear and see all I need to....it may not be much but I know when its mommy (or pretty much most anyone else in my family) but especially mommy. I know when Teagan is holding me too and kissin me...he is an awesome big bro. - he also includes me and gives me toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant say enough about the new buddies to my shout out list...the palliative care team....I envy Olneys hair...Olney has a quiet inside confidence- inner peace about him. Toni, she is the marathon gal of the group....She is in for the distance. The chaplain, Michael...dont cross him- not only is he close to God BUT he is one big dude! Joan....she is squishy and army tough all in one package. Beth....an angel. Then there is the Doc .........pretty much says it all- he heals...I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you! MUAH back at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT??? All of you nay-sayers that keep saying "hes a big boy" the docs (The professionals) say I am not fat. &lt;strong&gt;HA!&lt;/strong&gt; They dont think I need a diet....the professionals have spoken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the rock Aunt Laura....I heart you too! You are going to be a good nana someday! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my popa and nana....nothing but love. Thanks for the sleepovers! You are solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my peeps on the homefront keeping the fires burnin....love you!Thanks for holdin down the fort so mommy, nana and popa could be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy......forever-its a promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8816066058531572218?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8816066058531572218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8816066058531572218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8816066058531572218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8816066058531572218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-shout-out-to-my-homies-tiffany-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-686870015479685100</id><published>2009-10-27T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:22:49.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No words</title><content type='html'>Somedays the english language fails to find the right words.....Today the doctors told mommy (and Popa).....I have a degenerative neurological disorder....and I am going to live with Father in Heaven soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mommy! I wish there were the right words....but in your heart you already know them....you are my EVERYTHING! I love you with all my heart and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever - its a promise.....your Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-686870015479685100?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/686870015479685100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=686870015479685100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/686870015479685100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/686870015479685100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-words.html' title='No words'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-1469297979828932864</id><published>2009-10-27T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:35:02.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still at Primarys hanging out.....</title><content type='html'>I am still in 3013....guess what I have been doing??????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxygen....I am off now. My sats are really good- So why do I wheeze? Well, my neck is "floppy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NG tube. They put it in and then they took it out and did a swallow test....I passed so then they gave me some reflux med and a bottle....then I cried for hours- my tummy hurt sooo bad....then I threw it all up. YUCK! I hate throwing up- it feels so awful and takes everything out of me to get it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood....now I know its close to halloween, and those people come in EARLY in the morning and stick me good....Could they be vampires?????? Didnt know vampires did Genetic testing....good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests...and more tests...MRI, EEG, EKG, hearing, throat scope...the list of people who want to see me is long...I must be pretty popular! I think I need to get 8x10 glossys and start signing autographs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had an amazing parade of Doctors....one after another for 4 hours came to see me, Mommy, Nana and Popa. All trying to figure me out. I am a complicated man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I will be hanging out here for a few more days while they check things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-1469297979828932864?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/1469297979828932864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=1469297979828932864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1469297979828932864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1469297979828932864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-at-primarys-hanging-out.html' title='Still at Primarys hanging out.....'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-2013716219351196283</id><published>2009-10-24T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:55:26.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admit to Primary's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7nQ5V-KMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2u91ILduy1s/s1600-h/IMG_4243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7nQ5V-KMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2u91ILduy1s/s400/IMG_4243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413018079602813122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7nRG0J3rI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Df9ivLg5uoM/s1600-h/IMG_4244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7nRG0J3rI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Df9ivLg5uoM/s400/IMG_4244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413018083219070642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today mommy and nana took me to be admitted to Primarys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really nice guy named Chris was my nurse...he was nice...BUT he gave me a M&amp;amp;M enema. Milk (whole, in case you are wondering- but I dont know why -I try to stay away from the fatty things) and molasses......then "taaaa-dahhhh!.....magic! Not to be too graphic but "target practice" would fit in this picture. Good thing Chris can move fast. That will teach him to hold my butt cheeks! HA! We will never each gingersnaps or molasses cookies again....enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7mbjJUS3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Y8zOZN57M8g/s1600-h/IMG_4241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7mbjJUS3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Y8zOZN57M8g/s400/IMG_4241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413017163111091058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7nQZNFG7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/kTWFHxSJsmw/s1600-h/IMG_4242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7nQZNFG7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/kTWFHxSJsmw/s400/IMG_4242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413018070975585202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7mbHKbInI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/B8StLz_z95k/s1600-h/IMG_4240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7mbHKbInI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/B8StLz_z95k/s400/IMG_4240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413017155599540850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at first they kept asking mommy if I had been exposed to any virus......I think she said no 50 times to 50 different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7maO6VyVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fD-tdebjuyk/s1600-h/IMG_4236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7maO6VyVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fD-tdebjuyk/s400/IMG_4236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413017140499695954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7maU8NITI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VQDZsjwRK1w/s1600-h/IMG_4238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7maU8NITI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VQDZsjwRK1w/s400/IMG_4238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413017142118129970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7ma4IC6WI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RRRIF_X1Xew/s1600-h/IMG_4239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7ma4IC6WI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RRRIF_X1Xew/s400/IMG_4239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413017151563032930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw up all over and forgot to start breathing....it was so scary...I just hate it! Then I did it again and they had to use some oxygen to get me to settle down. It was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was admitted to room 3013.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of doctors, lots of tests and I just need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su88wvLIBTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EE5p4XjvDlE/s1600-h/IMG_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Su88wvLIBTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EE5p4XjvDlE/s400/IMG_2157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399601286235030834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-2013716219351196283?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/2013716219351196283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=2013716219351196283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2013716219351196283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2013716219351196283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/admit-to-primarys.html' title='Admit to Primary&apos;s'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sx7nQ5V-KMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2u91ILduy1s/s72-c/IMG_4243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-3970577998940482736</id><published>2009-10-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:28:30.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the swine flu</title><content type='html'>I still dont feel well.....its not the swine flu...its just me. I cant seem to breathe or eat or anything. My pooper is on the fritz again too. Sure wish things would get better.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-3970577998940482736?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/3970577998940482736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=3970577998940482736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3970577998940482736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3970577998940482736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-swine-flu.html' title='Not the swine flu'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-4444443063754093580</id><published>2009-10-22T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:06:00.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Doc</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went with Mommy and Auntie Lucy to the eye doc.....every stinking time...they dialate my eyes so they can look at them....then I see fuzzy weird bright stuff for hours. Light is about 500 million times brighter when youve had your eyes dialated. WOWZERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Auntie Lucy are so fun to hang out with...they just laugh and giggle the entire time....and I mean &lt;strong&gt;the entire time&lt;/strong&gt; (no wonder they have to go potty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was watching us at Primary's....Mommy thought they were starring because of me and her protective mommy suit came out....Go Mommy!! I dont know if they were staring because I am different or not but mommy gets so tired of "the looks". Somedays I wish I had super powers that could make me invisable when I wanted to be....like the boy in the movie "The Incredibles".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mommy- thanks for being a great protector......... and for going potty before the potty dance started....you're learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses......your "Bosty-boo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-4444443063754093580?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/4444443063754093580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=4444443063754093580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4444443063754093580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4444443063754093580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/eye-doc.html' title='Eye Doc'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-2443804496215811163</id><published>2009-10-20T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:04:01.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.....yuck.</title><content type='html'>Sunday I threw up all over....same story yesterday. Maybe I am sick....but it is hard to tell because I throw up quite often (not because I like it though- it just happens). So, Am I sick or is it just me? Hard to tell. Mommy is giving me cough medicine and keeping me nice and comfy....Do you think I may have H1N1....better know as the swine flu? How do you tell? I &lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt; have a fever, I have a cough....everyone is getting it....gee, thanks for including me! I feel so special now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one other note....I secretly am not too sure about Relief Society. Maybe its all the "girl gab" (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, I am a dude!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but when Nana takes me....I know the gals love me but........ I would rather squeak and squawk til Nana gets the hint and takes me to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; place ever...the halls where I can hear the Primary sing....now that is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses, Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-2443804496215811163?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/2443804496215811163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=2443804496215811163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2443804496215811163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2443804496215811163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/sickyuck.html' title='Sick.....yuck.'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-3783264049843128571</id><published>2009-10-18T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:41:23.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Day !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SttE3XYjjmI/AAAAAAAADZM/BufXvpMa8fk/s1600-h/IMG_5974+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SttE3XYjjmI/AAAAAAAADZM/BufXvpMa8fk/s400/IMG_5974+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393980696666803810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SttExwoYpKI/AAAAAAAADZE/mD61ogz_rzE/s1600-h/IMG_5963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SttExwoYpKI/AAAAAAAADZE/mD61ogz_rzE/s400/IMG_5963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393980600364868770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SttEVG89v8I/AAAAAAAADY0/wK27QyM_7cE/s1600-h/IMG_5907+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SttEVG89v8I/AAAAAAAADY0/wK27QyM_7cE/s400/IMG_5907+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393980108140560322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SttEP-1arcI/AAAAAAAADYs/4edTm6hUpLI/s1600-h/IMG_5911+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SttEP-1arcI/AAAAAAAADYs/4edTm6hUpLI/s400/IMG_5911+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393980020062072258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SttEHIDzIlI/AAAAAAAADYk/NEnndDYTKBs/s1600-h/IMG_5889copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SttEHIDzIlI/AAAAAAAADYk/NEnndDYTKBs/s400/IMG_5889copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393979867919491666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Aunt Karen's to get my pictures taken ! I was not feeling good that day and mommy kept saying I was so fussy and she didn't know why ! I just don't feel good sometimes ! Teagen didn't want to cooperate either but eventually mommy and Aunt Karen were able to bribe him with some smarties ! I could hear Teagen say CHEESE ! Then it was my turn ! They let me sit in my big comfy colorful chair from the physical therapist ! Aunt Karen said she thought the colors were pretty ! My mom changed me in to the new clothes that Grandma Pranger bought me. They are so snuggly and warm! Thanks Grandma!  One more thing about the pictures...that soft box sets off a bright light ! Every time Aunt Karen pressed the camera button and the light flashed I would blink ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is the best ! I love this picture of her holding me because it shows what a great mommy I have ! She always takes such good care of me ! Even when I'm cranky and she's so tired and she wants to cry she still keeps it together for my sake and helps me feel as comfortable as possible. I think every kid in this whole world deserves a mommy like mine ! I love you mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-3783264049843128571?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/3783264049843128571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=3783264049843128571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3783264049843128571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3783264049843128571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/picture-day.html' title='Picture Day !'/><author><name>Karen Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07661121907920221139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SPVoxJMaQ5I/AAAAAAAACg8/dzbKbUD8rQw/S220/karen+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SttE3XYjjmI/AAAAAAAADZM/BufXvpMa8fk/s72-c/IMG_5974+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-7228708812602696752</id><published>2009-10-16T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T06:49:11.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks GAM</title><content type='html'>I got some new hats my GAM (Great Aunt Margie) made....they are sssuuuppeerrr warm! Thanks GAM- I heart you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-7228708812602696752?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/7228708812602696752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=7228708812602696752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/7228708812602696752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/7228708812602696752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-gam.html' title='Thanks GAM'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-242007130561228957</id><published>2009-10-14T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:25:49.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a.......JPEG.....and ya, 4 ounces was all it took......&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I still think I am gonna barf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope mommy went to the potty BEFORE we left Primary's....really, just how do mommys think they can potty train when &lt;strong&gt;they &lt;/strong&gt;cant even go before they do the "potty dance"? I think I am gonna stick with diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-242007130561228957?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/242007130561228957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=242007130561228957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/242007130561228957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/242007130561228957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/its.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-1633305587944433919</id><published>2009-10-14T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:42:21.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can Giggle!!</title><content type='html'>The other night Popa and I were hangin out and he was tickling me and it felt so funny that I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;giggled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;...it even surprised me! Then it felt soooo good that I got excited and Popa kept tickling me and there it came again....another giggle. Well, what do you know...I can giggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh......it felt so good to let out a good ole giggle....no wonder people like it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) Giggles and jiggles (I am still 'with extra padding')...Bosty&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2059226d6b7530d9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2059226d6b7530d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329867336%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5939E0D689CBE6BAFBF2B4F6800507C4292E6D40.1DAE8224082F64060BA1C46D79EA9E3DA3E2D340%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2059226d6b7530d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaYtgwZJUSIU51s3Dkp_2byMVm5g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2059226d6b7530d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329867336%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5939E0D689CBE6BAFBF2B4F6800507C4292E6D40.1DAE8224082F64060BA1C46D79EA9E3DA3E2D340%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2059226d6b7530d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaYtgwZJUSIU51s3Dkp_2byMVm5g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-1633305587944433919?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/1633305587944433919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=1633305587944433919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1633305587944433919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1633305587944433919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-can-giggle.html' title='I can Giggle!!'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8596383473715535333</id><published>2009-10-13T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:27:04.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today mommy, popa, Aunt Lucy and I went to Primary's to see a surgeon for my JPEG. The car ride was fun and I could hear lots of giggling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met with the doctor and he thought it would be better if I had a JPEG rather than a Gtube. A Gtube goes straight to the tummy and the JPEG goes to the lower intestine. The doctor was so nice, he listened to mommy and popa and took great care of me and my issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will go to have an upper GI test....they are gonna give me yucky stuff and try to see how I gag and try to throw up.....doesnt that sound like fun, fun, fun!!! (you are all invited and I will be willing to share the experience with all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get a JPEG I will get a 20 hour attachment of tubes....that means more work for mommy. Sorry Mommy! I may also get to sport a little "Tube mustache" and be placed on oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U of U bookstore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (mommys fav place to shop) and then out to The Pie to eat pizza....I LOVE the smell of that pizza....I am gonna have to figure out how to get me a bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having harder seizures and sleeping a lot more....I dont like the seizures they frustrate and confuse me. I am lucky so many hold me so I dont feel so afraid. I love my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing about the car ride...why do girls "hold it" until they are gonna explode? I dont think mommy or Aunt Lucy could have handled one more bump (even though popa tried)....Mommy and Aunt Lucy can sure run fast when their bladders are about to burst! I sure love mommy and Aunt Lucy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8596383473715535333?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8596383473715535333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8596383473715535333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8596383473715535333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8596383473715535333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-mommy-popa-aunt-lucy-and-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-4861854722030246233</id><published>2009-10-09T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:29:08.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just love</title><content type='html'>Just a dose of&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....I love you all so much....especially my hero, my all...mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hug YOU, snuggle YOU and blow YOU kisses...in my heart, I always have....I just can't do it physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the smile in my heart, the wind in my balloon, and the color in the most spectacular sunset....and I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put.....I will miss you and I heart you more than I can ever tell or show you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"please come to Boston for the springtime............I am stay'n here with some friends and we got lots of room"- I love that song! Just a bit of adjustment to the words......mommy.."now this drifters world goes round and round and I doubt if its ever gonna stop and of all the dreams I lost and found and I that I aint got... I need someone to cling to, somebody I can sing toooooo(you mommy!)".................. "please come to heaven to live forever (with me), earth life is alone is just too hard to live (without Jesus), we'll live in a house that looks out over the the ocean, there's some stars that fell from the sky (our signal) live'n up on the hills....please come to Boston....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-4861854722030246233?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/4861854722030246233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=4861854722030246233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4861854722030246233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4861854722030246233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-love.html' title='Just love'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-2294999858843552995</id><published>2009-10-08T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:56:53.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hangin out</title><content type='html'>This week has been kinda quiet..YIPEE! I have been hanging out with mommy and Teag. Its nice to just stay home and enjoy time with them. I love you mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent a few days with Popa and Nana....I napped with Popa during the second session of conference. I dont know who snored the loudest but my guess is it was Popa, but I am sure he thought it was me. Then I smelled some wonderful food Nana was cooking- wish I could have that!!! YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, we could be anywhere and it would be heaven..I just love being around you and snuggling in your arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the nasty squirts lately...Sorry folks, there are not many words to best describe this other than "nasty squirts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sleeping a lot too. I needed some rest. It feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy got me some nice warm clothes and I have been so snuggly warm. I had a nice lady bring me some WARM slippers, a jacket and some gloves....oh how I love to be warm- thanks Sis Bennion- you are a nana in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all.....Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-2294999858843552995?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/2294999858843552995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=2294999858843552995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2294999858843552995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2294999858843552995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/hangin-out.html' title='hangin out'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8234871707233450806</id><published>2009-10-05T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:09:41.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new Pranger family pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Ssn95WS65MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ntGpyA4hBTk/s1600-h/Prangers_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389117590804817090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Ssn95WS65MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ntGpyA4hBTk/s400/Prangers_10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8234871707233450806?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8234871707233450806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8234871707233450806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8234871707233450806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8234871707233450806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-pranger-family-pic.html' title='new Pranger family pic'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Ssn95WS65MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ntGpyA4hBTk/s72-c/Prangers_10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-6579301761752336472</id><published>2009-09-30T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:04:45.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No two people EVER have the same ideas.....especially doctors. Yesterday I saw a great doctor...mommy felt like we were going in the right direction.....then today BOOM! A genetist tells mommy its maybe something different. UUURRGGGHHHH! Make up your minds people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they all agree on a couple of things...I need a JPEG and the sooner the better. I will go to Primarys where they can do the surgery and do the genetic testing all at the same time. WAHOO! Results 10-28 days. Haha....yea, right, sure, heard that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those doctors MUST take some really weird language classes.....today they said I could have "sara oiled lip fusin otis" or may be "pleassseee us misses teacher"(...be sure to say them with a german accent like the doctor then they sound wonderfully medical and technical). Do you think they EVER come in and just rattle off baby gibberish (with a german accent) just to see if you will catch on??? I am begining to wonder...they DO sound the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was COOOOLLLD! BUrrr! Cold! What the heck- cold. I like it warm and do not like Alaska in Utah. I think I would love, love, love Hawaii.....Ahhhh....I love the heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are all doctored out until the surgery. YIPEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think mommy is going to WWF wrestle the next doctor that says something else....GO mommy! Honestly, my mommy is buff and I think she could kick some white coat backends. Too bad my mommy is so nice to everyone....that could be exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The docs think once I get the JPEG they will be able to regulate my diet and I can loose some of my fat...I AM NOT FAT...I am squishy soft and adorably rounded around the mid section....OK, so I am a little chunky monkey.....OK, so I out weigh Teaggie....Nothing bad about that is there...OK, dont comment now....I'd rather not hear it. Maybe they have work out tapes for infants....Maybe Barney leads them (he is roundish)...He could be my biggest loser coach! CCCOOOOOOOLLL! Totally (I said that like Crush on Finding Nemo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little nervous about losing my bottle....I love my bottle and we have been good buddies. Do you think my JPEG will like me? Do you think it will make me look fat (fatter)? Will people see it and stare? I am a little nervous to be different. Someday I wish people would not look at me and go "Awweee, Bosty" in THAT tone. I just want to be me-Bosty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Mommy, I HEART you!! MUAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-6579301761752336472?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/6579301761752336472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=6579301761752336472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6579301761752336472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6579301761752336472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-two-people-ever-have-same-ideas.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-1741731854336356867</id><published>2009-09-29T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:23:08.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Appt</title><content type='html'>Today I saw Dr Brad Anderson. He is a pediatrician in Provo. Teagan had a blast looking at all the fish in his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Andersen did a great job of listening to mommy and nana describe what is going on. He said he is mommy's advocate. He said I can get a feeding peg placed in my tummy if mommy wants me to. He said the crying fits are not because I am in pain (sorry, I cry alot sometimes- poor mommy!). He also told mommy that in everyones brain there is a "vomit" sensor and he thinks mine is on the fritz. He thinks the muscles in my body are on the fritz too- that is why I cant breathe too good or poop etc etc. Hmmm.....interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is I dont need to get any more vaccinations or the flu shots....the bad news is... the reason is.... I wont be here long enough to "need" them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just so weird to think someday soon I will be in Heaven. I am not sure what to say about that. I soooo LOVE my family(especially mommy) and dont want to leave them ( I am scared of that too!) but I also know Heavenly Father and His plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has been 'workin out' at the gym...I think it is to beef up her muscles to hold me...I do weigh 24 pounds now....pure hunky, chunky! I know she gets worn out taking care of me but she does it anyway...she never complains- just gives me a kiss on my forhead and tell me she loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mommy! thank you for having such patience with me. I know it is not easy on you- I see the tiredness in your eyes somedays. I know carrying me around is hard and I appreciate the rides. I just love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, its OK. I know we will miss each other but really its OK....I will be fine and I will watch over you...I will be there for you like you have been there for me. You have stolen my heart and I love you so! Remember this wont be forever and someday we will be able to do all the things we could not do on this earth...The first thing I am going to do is give you a big ole boy hug (not the mormon 3 slap on the back hug... but a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one!!) I will finally get to hold you in my arms. Then I am going to plant a big ole kiss on &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; forehead and finally be able to tell you in my own voice how special you are and how much I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I am scared too. You are my everything. Thank you for holding me a little longer tonight before I go to bed. I feel so 'safe' when I am in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-1741731854336356867?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/1741731854336356867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=1741731854336356867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1741731854336356867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1741731854336356867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/doctor-appt.html' title='Doctor Appt'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-5012801558811214270</id><published>2009-09-27T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:29:55.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Taya's Blessing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/Ss14xS7gh0I/AAAAAAAADYc/NV8J-MefzIU/s1600-h/IMG_2909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/Ss14xS7gh0I/AAAAAAAADYc/NV8J-MefzIU/s400/IMG_2909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390097117322708802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I went to church with my Mommy and Daddy.  My baby cousin Taya was blessed by his Daddy my Uncle Jason.  Here is a picture of them.  It was a beautiful blessing.  My Uncle Jason got all choked up.  He did a good job blessing Taya.  I know the spirit was in the room I could feel it !  My cousin Taya is only 4 months younger then me.  I wish we had more time to spend together but we got to talk a lot before we were born !  I know we will see each other for eternity ! She had on a beautiful white dress.  Then my Aunt Karen and Aunt Sandy both bore their testimony about how much they love family and the gospel. They were both emotional but I know they were happy.  They both know the church is true and it gives me strength to hear their testimony's.  Then we had fun over at Uncle Jason and Aunt Karens house for lunch !  It smelled yummy !  Once again I got passed around from Aunt to Uncle...I must be pretty dang cute cause they all want to hold me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Bosty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-5012801558811214270?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/5012801558811214270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=5012801558811214270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5012801558811214270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5012801558811214270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-tayas-blessing-day.html' title='Baby Taya&apos;s Blessing Day'/><author><name>Karen Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07661121907920221139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SPVoxJMaQ5I/AAAAAAAACg8/dzbKbUD8rQw/S220/karen+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/Ss14xS7gh0I/AAAAAAAADYc/NV8J-MefzIU/s72-c/IMG_2909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-5837404154119062805</id><published>2009-09-25T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:14:23.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Melissa and homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SutXHYezO_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5ZwAmLh0xfA/s1600-h/9117_309056575267_573430267_9164562_2291671_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398504362676009970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SutXHYezO_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5ZwAmLh0xfA/s400/9117_309056575267_573430267_9164562_2291671_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we got to go see Aunt Melissa at a football game. I could feel the cool, crisp air and hear the announcer at the game.....Aunt Melissa was not named queen there...but in my heart she will always be my "queen"-I love her so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-5837404154119062805?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/5837404154119062805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=5837404154119062805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5837404154119062805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5837404154119062805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/aunt-melissa-and-homecoming.html' title='Aunt Melissa and homecoming'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SutXHYezO_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5ZwAmLh0xfA/s72-c/9117_309056575267_573430267_9164562_2291671_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-2483294394632643696</id><published>2009-09-24T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T06:50:52.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the ER</title><content type='html'>Yesterday mommy and nana took me to the ER....we were there a long time....8 hours! URGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy took me there because I kept throwing up...EVERYTHING! OOOOOPPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took some pictures of my stud-ly body- They must think I am a hottie! Then some nurses came to start an IV...then more nurses came and tried....then more....then even more.....7 sticks later still no IV...my veins were shy last night. All in all a long night and pretty boring. I have a slow section of bowel ...sounds like the traffic report huh? :-) ...I guess it sorta is my "traffic report". I have some pneumonia still because I dont breathe really deep.....Maybe I should sing now.... "how deep is your lungs, how deep is your lungs"...Go Bee Gees (Poppa would be so proud!). I have a SSSLLLLOOOOWWW metabolism.....Kinda like the snake on the jungle book. Okay, so what else could be going wrong.... They put this medicine in my mouth to help me stop vomitting...it dissolves in your mouth like magic. Then I got some pedialyte-unflavored....not exactly "yummy" but at that point about anything would have tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a good pediatrican in Utah County. Someone who knows special cases- like ME! And can help mommy figure this all out...I am certain we will find a special one who will love me and help me with all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to say something about mommy.....she is really tired. Mommy works so hard to help me and sometimes my needs are great but mommy is a real trooper.....and she hangs in there really well but I am worried about her. She is wearing herself out. I love you mommy, I will never be able to tell you how much I love you and thank you enough for all you do for me- you are my guardian angel and someday I will be yours. I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my big bro Teaggie...thanks for always remembering me in your prayers...I hear them and they make me grin. Just one thing though....you need to stop singing "happy to you" in sacrament meeting during the songs.....at the top of your lungs. Its cute but..........Oh well, just do it...the Lord knows your are singing to Him and you love Him. I love you bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popa, you are my protector and I love you. Dont worry, you will still always be my protector...........even if you can not stop the nurses from having to stick me again and again. Thanks for always holding me and explaining everything to me. I heart you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah and muah more......Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-2483294394632643696?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/2483294394632643696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=2483294394632643696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2483294394632643696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2483294394632643696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-er.html' title='Trip to the ER'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-1639130868226398091</id><published>2009-09-23T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:54:58.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not easy being me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SrpEydFEJaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/b__xEFcHh4A/s1600-h/Bosty+92009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384691938064868770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SrpEydFEJaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/b__xEFcHh4A/s400/Bosty+92009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somedays its just not that easy to be me....and my dreams dont always take me somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors are so slow and I am cranky....I dont feel good and I can't really tell mommy what is wrong beyond crying.......I am so sorry mommy, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant eat, I cant find my bottle, I have been throwing up A LOT, I hurt, I am sad and I am cranky....I wish the doctor would call mommy so I can feel better and mommy can get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-1639130868226398091?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/1639130868226398091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=1639130868226398091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1639130868226398091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1639130868226398091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-easy-being-me.html' title='Its not easy being me'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SrpEydFEJaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/b__xEFcHh4A/s72-c/Bosty+92009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-3933526535126205238</id><published>2009-09-20T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:14:07.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Uncle Joseph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight was Uncle Joseph's Birthday!  We went to Grandma Jensen's house to  have dutch oven cobbler !  It smelled so yummy !  I heard everyone singing Happy Birthday really fast ! That's how the Jensen's like to sing it !  Super Fast !  Then I heard my brother Teagen sing a solo.  He sang Happy Happy Happy and everyone was laughing saying he is so cute !  Aunt Sandy rocked me and bounced me until I fell asleep !  She held me for almost an hour !  Aunt Karen  offered to take a turn but Aunt Sandy wanted to keep me in her arms !   Aunt Karen was there , I know because I kept hearing her say how she was mad because she forgot her camera !  I knew something was missing when I didn't hear the click , click, click.  She loves to take pictures of me.  She say's she can't get enough !  She can't wait to take pictures of me in her new studio!  She say's I'm the first one she wants to take pictures of.  Mommy and Karen have been trying to figure out a better car seat situation for me !  I'm getting so heavy mommy's arms are tired !  I love my mommy and daddy. They carry me around no matter what !  I know I'm getting heavy.  Tonight my daddy carried me out to the car and Aunt Karen was telling mommy how my feet are hanging off the end !  They are going to try and think of something that will make it easier on my mom and dad to carry me around !   I had fun at Grandma Jensen's house!&lt;br /&gt;I love going there !  Everyone loves to see me !  I must be pretty special !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-3933526535126205238?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/3933526535126205238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=3933526535126205238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3933526535126205238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3933526535126205238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-uncle-joseph.html' title='Happy Birthday Uncle Joseph'/><author><name>Karen Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07661121907920221139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SPVoxJMaQ5I/AAAAAAAACg8/dzbKbUD8rQw/S220/karen+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-6947342898424290474</id><published>2009-09-19T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:25:46.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOTBALL !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I went to Aunt Karen and Uncle Jason's house to watch the Utah football game !  Mommy and Daddy came too !  They had all sorts of yummy snacks !  I wish I could have some !  I could hear Uncle Jason getting upset when the football players weren't doing that great !  He said the defense wasn't that great at all !  Aunt Karen has a bouncer that works perfect for me !  I slept in it almost the whole time!  Then I decided to open my eye's and just lay there !  I listened to all the sounds around me !  Teagen and Ember kept fighting over the same toy's.  They always want what the other one has !  Aunt Karen and Daddy have to keep getting up to break up the fight!  I heard daddy tell Teagen he needs to share the Barbie Vacuum !  Everyone was laughing cause Teagan loves the strollers and dolls and the Barbie vacuum !  Aunt Karen has four girls so there are no good toys for little boy's there.  I heard her say she wants to get a few trucks and stuff that little boy's can play with .  I was wishing I could play with any toy's at all ! I sometimes get bored laying here.  I wonder what it would be like to sit up and play !  Or run around outside !  One day I will get to do all those fun things !  I know that Heavenly Father loves me and will give me the chance to run and play someday !  I know that everything will be okay ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-6947342898424290474?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/6947342898424290474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=6947342898424290474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6947342898424290474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6947342898424290474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/football.html' title='FOOTBALL !'/><author><name>Karen Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07661121907920221139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SPVoxJMaQ5I/AAAAAAAACg8/dzbKbUD8rQw/S220/karen+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-2043131003903874520</id><published>2009-09-16T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:17:48.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS!</title><content type='html'>Today my doctor...Doctor Sakonju called and talked to mommy....it was a call we were all dreading. I need to have a JPEG put in. I will no longer eat from a bottle but from a plug on the side of my belly. They also will be doing a muscle biopsy to see how my metabolics are doing. And then a sleep study and breathing study....they dont thing those are working too well either. The good news is that they received permission for the genetic testing too! THat will happen on the 30th of this month. We are waiting for the surgeon to call....a few days in the hospital and we will be good to go. I wonder if I will miss my bottle.....Will I miss sucking on it even thought I still like my binkie???? I will let ya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that mommy moved my bedroom out of hers and now I have a mansion next to the Teaggie man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mommy for always taking such good care of me- you are my number one fan and you are my biggest hero! I love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-2043131003903874520?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/2043131003903874520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=2043131003903874520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2043131003903874520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2043131003903874520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/oops.html' title='OOPS!'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-3527655762427671914</id><published>2009-09-14T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:38:43.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not been eating well for the past little bit....I know I look like I am eating well....all that padding and such but it is hard for me to figure out what to do with that bottle. Then, sometimes I just throw everything up- for hours I cover the world with yuck. GROSS! I hate throwing up and poor mommy has to wash and wash and wash by the time I am done. Sorry mommy! Hopefully we can get something better going this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on this week except- I snuck in the halls of church the other day and heard the Primary kids singing and loved it. I sat there in my stroller and heard them singing away and it was so good. They did not know I was there, but the Timpview 8th ward Primary KNOWS how to sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mommy...thanks for taking such great care of me. I know it is hard because I still get up so much at night. I know it is a lot of work for you to care for me....everyday there is SOMETHING...whether it is physical therapy, kids on the move, medicine, shots, suctioning at the hospital, doctor calls, doctor visits, etc etc on top of the bottles, pooppie diapers, wet diapers, throwing up, baths- you have a lot to do...and you do it so willingly. Thanks mommy! I love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-3527655762427671914?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/3527655762427671914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=3527655762427671914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3527655762427671914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3527655762427671914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-not-been-eating-well-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-964157910324074578</id><published>2009-09-11T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:44:00.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sqk8X_HXqKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9ZZDwPy_eRg/s1600-h/lucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379897612647770274" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sqk8X_HXqKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9ZZDwPy_eRg/s400/lucy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my Auntie Lucy's 19th birthday....She is so adorably squishy cute! I love you Aunt Lucy! Hope you have a "happy to you" and all your wishes come true! MUAH!&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-964157910324074578?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/964157910324074578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=964157910324074578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/964157910324074578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/964157910324074578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is-my-auntie-lucys-19th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sqk8X_HXqKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9ZZDwPy_eRg/s72-c/lucy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-9072987893827719697</id><published>2009-09-10T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:38:30.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sqk4gaPFedI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l6SwRSE3FUg/s1600-h/Grand+boys82009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379893359320332754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sqk4gaPFedI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l6SwRSE3FUg/s400/Grand+boys82009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of me with my Pranger cousins....First is me and then Teagan, Colton and Phoenix. We are all wearing shirts Great-Granpa and GranmaTurcott gave us on our Oregon vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my cousins....they are all really good to me...they talk to me, try to play with me and best of all, they give me kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bosty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-9072987893827719697?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/9072987893827719697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=9072987893827719697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/9072987893827719697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/9072987893827719697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-my-cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sqk4gaPFedI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l6SwRSE3FUg/s72-c/Grand+boys82009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8930648510383660436</id><published>2009-09-09T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:39:43.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got to hang out with mommy. She is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Nana and Poppa's and got to hang out there for a bit. I got a new blankie this weekend - it is green and sikly soft on one side and squishy soft on the other- it is wonderful to snuggle in. I am just gaga over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to go to church with mommy, nana, poppa and Melissa. I snuggled in their arms and had a delightful three hour snooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling better.....the pneumonia is out of my lungs- I jut cant cough it out of the broch tubes. I have had to be suctioned twice now. If you have never seen a baby get suctioned let me now shed some light on it for you.....they put this gunk on the tip of a tube, then put it in your nose and down your throat. It feels weird and I gag and choke on it. Then they "release the dogs" (air) to suck up the gunk. I, being the over-acheiver, always give them way more than they expect. I am really good at producing gunk and then giving it away. Presents for those wonderful ladies and men who suck my gunk! They always act so pleased with my gifts too! Imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly it was 4 days of "happy to you, Teagan" which was a ton of fun, but exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggles, Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8930648510383660436?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8930648510383660436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8930648510383660436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8930648510383660436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8930648510383660436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-i-got-to-hang-out-with-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-6414158243496497100</id><published>2009-09-08T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:23:49.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-6414158243496497100?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/6414158243496497100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=6414158243496497100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6414158243496497100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6414158243496497100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-fourth-of-july_08.html' title='Happy Fourth of July !'/><author><name>Karen Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07661121907920221139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SPVoxJMaQ5I/AAAAAAAACg8/dzbKbUD8rQw/S220/karen+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-5074455864437854787</id><published>2009-09-07T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:39:11.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SrcDaZSlbRI/AAAAAAAADXk/HOBLebQaGpo/s1600-h/labor+day+2009-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SrcDAiAIhZI/AAAAAAAADXE/f5jTRNoVhRU/s400/labor+day+2009-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383775187206964626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SrcC5UWcCqI/AAAAAAAADW8/06JetMDIlfA/s1600-h/labor+day+2009-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SrcC5UWcCqI/AAAAAAAADW8/06JetMDIlfA/s400/labor+day+2009-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383775063283337890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to a BBQ for Labor Day and to celebrate Teagan and Ember's birthdays over at my Grandma and Grandpa Jensen's house.  It is so fun to be there and listen to 20 different conversations going on at once!  I know Aunt Karen is there because I hear the clicking of her camera, I hope she got a lot of cute pictures of me!  I love being held by so many different people.  Missy held me for a long time, she was so comfortable that I feel asleep listening to her heartbeat.  Aunt &lt;span class="il"&gt;Sandy&lt;/span&gt; took me next, she whispers to me how much she loves me and that she is so grateful I get to be a part of her life.  My cousins; Jade, Teren, Kyra, Malia, Summer, Ember, Maddie, Alex, Tobias, Ada and Mckayla all come over and rub my face and tell me how cute I am!  I love cousins, I can hear them laugh and play and it makes me happy to know that I have them in my life and that they take the time to come over to talk to me and kiss me and rub me!  I love it when they include me too!  Oh, there's Aunt Karen, I heard the click but then she leans down and kisses my cheek.  I am lucky to have so many people that love me so much.  I wish I could see them but their touch means so much to me.  Aunt Carissa took me because she said she hadn't held me all day.  I am so lucky to just sit back, relax and be comfortable in all of my many Aunts and Uncles arms.  I hear my Uncle's, they are so funny!   I can hear Uncle Jason, Joel, Justin and Joseph; they tell funny stories and I hear everyone laughing!  Uncle Joseph teaches all of the nieces and nephews, even me, how to put out hands together in a circle and say "Whoa Jensen!"  While we lift our hands to heaven.  I'm proud to say that!  We are a team and I'm glad mommy found daddy so we could all be on the same team!   Oh, I almost forgot...Aunt Maria and Uncle George had a baby girl on Labor Day, Sept.7.  Her name is Lorea and she will be friends with Taya.  Taya was just born to Uncle Jason and Aunt Karen on Aug. 6, 2009.  I love family!.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-5074455864437854787?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/5074455864437854787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=5074455864437854787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5074455864437854787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5074455864437854787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-fun.html' title='Labor Day Fun'/><author><name>Karen Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07661121907920221139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SPVoxJMaQ5I/AAAAAAAACg8/dzbKbUD8rQw/S220/karen+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SrcDaZSlbRI/AAAAAAAADXk/HOBLebQaGpo/s72-c/labor+day+2009-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-3740935316983533187</id><published>2009-09-06T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:16:04.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Ssn_cvQgMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/55GuRcRL2eg/s1600-h/8230_1258492141618_1209080520_782792_7380297_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389119298312614386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Ssn_cvQgMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/55GuRcRL2eg/s400/8230_1258492141618_1209080520_782792_7380297_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-3740935316983533187?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/3740935316983533187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=3740935316983533187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3740935316983533187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3740935316983533187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-nana.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Ssn_cvQgMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/55GuRcRL2eg/s72-c/8230_1258492141618_1209080520_782792_7380297_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-4147576698810526544</id><published>2009-09-05T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:18:25.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SqZ1q-NKhfI/AAAAAAAADVY/n1aPCWqCNBc/s1600-h/IMG_2981+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SqZ0qfcrv6I/AAAAAAAADUg/6Lzy_7VfpTA/s400/IMG_3211+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379115078285770658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today we went to get our family pictures taken !  My Aunt Karen get's so excited with her camera!  I kept hearing a click, click , click sound.  She took over 300 pictures !  We went by some train tracks.  Teagen kept saying " choo choo "  and he was running around and up and down the train tracks.  I wish that I could run up and down the tracks with him.  I was pretending to be the conductor.  There is a story called the little train that could.  It's about a train that is trying so hard to make it up a hill.  It keeps saying " I think I can, I think I can. "  I hope my mom and dad keep saying that when this get's really hard for them.  I know they can do it.  Heavenly Father has promised us he will never give us more then we can handle !&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I can do this even though it's hard and not very much fun to be sick ! Aunt Karen was trying so hard to take pictures of me but I didn't feel very good so I was kind of cranky !  She's going to do my very own photo shoot in her studio next week !  She say's I am so adorable ! Here are some of the pictures of my family !  I love them so much !  I know they love me too !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-4147576698810526544?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/4147576698810526544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=4147576698810526544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4147576698810526544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4147576698810526544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Karen Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07661121907920221139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SPVoxJMaQ5I/AAAAAAAACg8/dzbKbUD8rQw/S220/karen+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0yyabdZlhw/SqZ1q-NKhfI/AAAAAAAADVY/n1aPCWqCNBc/s72-c/IMG_2981+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-1468232406629596913</id><published>2009-09-04T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:41:22.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy TOOO you Teagan!</title><content type='html'>Today is my big brother Teagan's birthday- He is offically 2 and can not say "almost 2" any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to laugh but cries really easy too. He loves to gives kisses and I like them much better now that he puckers instead of giving wide open mouth kisses....but lately he sticks out his tongue when you ask him to kiss- EWWUUUEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells you he has "pooooppppeee" when it is just gas and is not quiet about announcing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves dogs, airpains, singing, elmo and horseys- except when they get too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sloppy and gets food everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is cool, he is fun and he simply loves life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sings Happy to you- but the happy is drawn out and the TO is sung at a scream level then you is a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says prayers- well, he fold his arms and sticks his head in the middle says "father....eat......AMEN!" in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Teaggie!! Thanks for setting a good example for me. I could not have had a better big brother...my protector, my friend and my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teagan is my protector when he lets mommy go to doctor appts with me and doesn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teagan is my friend when he comes over to check on me ...... He makes sure I have someone to talk to and plays toys on me like we were playing together. I wish I could play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teagan is my hero because he had to fight too. He fought really hard when he was born to stay with mommy and daddy. He set a good example for me of how to fight, how to pray and how to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Teaggie...good luck with being 2......maybe I should wish mommy and daddy good luck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, we really will be able to play together...and talk and sing and do all the things I cant do with you now. Thanks for always including me and watching out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always watch my back and I will always watch yours- even if it is from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you big bro !(even if we weigh the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-1468232406629596913?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/1468232406629596913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=1468232406629596913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1468232406629596913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1468232406629596913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-tooo-you-teagan.html' title='Happy TOOO you Teagan!'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-8830698528410899529</id><published>2009-09-02T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:42:31.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Lucy</title><content type='html'>Hey Auntie Lucy.....Just wanted to say thanks for hanging out with mommy, Teagan and me yesterday. You are super cool and super fun. I wish I could stay and hang with you longer....You could probably teach me some really cool things like how to disco roller skate, you could show me that giant spanish soldier in your bedroom and explain why you thought he was so cool, you could play games with me, hold me and love me even more....but I cant stay- not even though you beg Father to let me stay. I am so glad you always said IF not when...thank you for always holding on to hope but..... it is my time. I love you and will always be here whispering in your ear and encouraging you on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father is there also, He loves you too. He knows this is hard for you. Trust in his love, trust in our love and simply trust your heart.....you know what is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always loving me so much that I did not want to go and leave you. Thank you for taking care of mommy and being her BFF...she needs you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt your love and knew you would be one of my greatest heros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be forever in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushy love, Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-8830698528410899529?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/8830698528410899529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=8830698528410899529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8830698528410899529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/8830698528410899529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/auntie-lucy.html' title='Auntie Lucy'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-9119529220904592913</id><published>2009-09-02T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:44:21.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mommy took me to Dr Berry yesterday....I still have lots of rattles in my lungs....it is weird to hear them talk about me...about when I go to Heaven. I know this is so hard for mommy. The doctor talks to her about so many things.... "quality of life".....in the end the results will be the same- I am going to Heaven. Its just trying to let go that is hard, for all of us- even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said that right now we are just going to enjoy our time....I have been enjoying my time all along mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you. You are mushy, squishy cute and I am so lucky to have you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel love, I know love and I love my family so much. I had such a great adventure here but the time is coming (soon) that I must go to Heaven. I know it is hard to understand the why of it all...I dont even know if I know....but I know when I get to Heaven and talk to Jesus we will talk about it, then I will understand. What I do know is I have the most wonderful mommy, a daddy who loves me and a big brother who loves me and is tender with me always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny sometimes Teagan just wants to hold me. I like that. I will miss that. He talks to me in a high pitched tone and gives me so many kisses. We will be brothers forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that I love my family.....all of them. They have loved me and cared for me with such honor, love and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is hard for some of my family....I wish I knew the magic words to whisper in your ears. But what I can tell you is that I love you and trust in what you felt when you held me- when you held me it seemed like the world stopped, just for a moment, and we could peek at eternity. There was such love- pure love- in those moments. Trust in those, believe in those moments. They were a gift from Father to help you know He is there with us in this journey. I dont think Father wanted this to happen....its just sometimes, I think, the laws of this earth can not be broken...some things can not be fixed on this earth. But Father knew that it was one of the consequences of the laws that govern this earth- that is why He promised to fix it all. Father promises that He will fix that which was wrong in this world- all the injustices. But He can not fix them all now- not on this earth- but in His world He can. I know it is hard to understand but just trust me on this- trust yourself on this and dont linger with the whys for too long....some just cant be answered....you just got to stick with trust on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much......................you will be forever in my heart too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-9119529220904592913?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/9119529220904592913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=9119529220904592913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/9119529220904592913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/9119529220904592913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/mommy-took-me-to-dr-berry-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-93817324716933413</id><published>2009-08-31T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:32:13.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding receptions</title><content type='html'>Saturday I got to go to my 2nd cousin's wedding luncheon.....Tim and Erin Pranger. They got married in the Mt Timp temple. The luncheon was at the golf course...which combined two of Tim's greatest loves in one place...Golfing and Erin....I am sure he thought life could not get much better! It was fun, the food smelled delicious and I had a good time. Aunt Laura and Uncle Gene are good people. They would walk through fire for their family and Aunt Laura would have cute little party favors for everyone on the other side. She is just mushy sweet. I remember them going to Primary's to be with Mommy and me when I got transferred up there. Uncle Gene gave me a blessing and they hung out til the wee hours of the night (actually morning). They are good, solid people who have huge hearts. I love them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I went with Nana and Poppa to church. It was fun to snuggle with everyone. I love church and especially love the music....Teaggie does too- he tries so hard to sing those songs. Aunt Lucy was so cute she cuddle me through Sunday School- She is so awesome! Aunt Lucy believes in me so much and loves me even more....She is sure cute and sweet- someday not only will she be a good mommy but she will be stylish doing it! I love you Aunt Lucy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling just a little bit better. I am drinking my bottle a little better and seem to not be having so much trouble breathing. Whew! It feels great to breathe a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on this week-except Teag turns 2 on Friday. It will be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is scary to think I wont be near my family to snuggle and kiss me. I love them so much and will miss them too. Letting go will be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-93817324716933413?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/93817324716933413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=93817324716933413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/93817324716933413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/93817324716933413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-receptions.html' title='Wedding receptions'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-7245433442999886231</id><published>2009-08-28T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:24:52.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have pneumonia....Its YUCKY! It makes it hard to breathe. My nose feels like a semi truck full of boggers. That semi is pretty big for my tiny nose. If I am asleep I am pretty peaceful and good but when I try to cry or cough- watch out! Mommy loves the color red but its not suppose to be on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got to hang out with Poppa, Nana, the cute Aunt Lucy and Mel. I love me Aunts- they kiss me a lot and cuddle me soft. When they become mommies they are going to be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you. Thanks for hanging in there on all the long  nights. I know you are exhausted .....thanks for holding, cuddling me and worrying about me so much- YOU ARE THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our poem mommy, you sing the first two and I will sing the rest.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is he with you?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder everyday&lt;br /&gt;I Sit and wonder why he's gone&lt;br /&gt;and why he could not stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every part of me is empty&lt;br /&gt;I fell I can't go on&lt;br /&gt;but then I look to heaven&lt;br /&gt;I hear this beautiful song.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I am with Him&lt;br /&gt;He holds me in His arms&lt;br /&gt;When ever I am with Him&lt;br /&gt;He keeps me safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says you shouldn't worry&lt;br /&gt;I am safe and loved right here&lt;br /&gt;Look at the moon and stars&lt;br /&gt;I'm always close my mommy dear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-7245433442999886231?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/7245433442999886231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=7245433442999886231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/7245433442999886231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/7245433442999886231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-pneumonia.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-3775974651920681026</id><published>2009-08-27T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:07:33.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sick....I am sick today. Monday night I threw up...and when I throw up I put my tongue at the roof of my mouth and then swallow it into my lungs.....so it turns into pneumonia. Last night I kept myself and mommy up all night coughing etc. It is tough. I am tired and so is mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got pictures taken Tuesday....it was pretty OK but I was not feeling that well. My favorite are with mommy and me- holding hands and mommy kissing me. I sure heart my mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, There is so much I wish I could tell you, so much I wish I could say....you have been so good to me. I love you so much and I am so sorry we are going to have to say good by to each other. I know it will break your heart into pieces. But, Father in Heaven provided us a way to be together forever. You need to be strong and know we will be together again. I got what I came for...a body and a family. I love you forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teagan, you are the best big brother I could ask for...you are strong, funny and kind. You are trying to learn. You give me kisses and bring me toys and play with me even though I dont really play with them- you include me. Thanks for never leaving me out. Thanks for always "covering my back" and helping mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, Be there for mommy and support her. She needs you to be there for her to lean on. thank you for being so good to me. I love you. Remember Heavenly Father gave me to you and mommy because He knew you would take care of me- and you did the best job you could. I know it was tough and hard to handle in a lot of ways. Please dont feel guilty....I dont have any regrets. This is the choice I wanted and I am so happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever, Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-3775974651920681026?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/3775974651920681026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=3775974651920681026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3775974651920681026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3775974651920681026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/08/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-3966504276890906234</id><published>2009-08-25T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:49:46.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't have really much going on right now....Kinda nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and daddy go to go out the other night and I got to hang with nana and poppa. I got a stroller ride around the block while Teagan dropped choc chip cookies on my head. He did not really mean to drop the cookies....he was trying to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392514160842806962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/StYPDvtMlrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gydO2KmcLdw/s400/Nita,+bosty,+Katie,+Teag+and+me2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I got to hang out a bit with Grandpa Wayne and Grandma Nita Smith for a little bit. They took a weeks vaca from their mission to see Scott married. They have good hearts and are good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the temple dedication and both sides of the family took advantage of it by having family breakfast and dinner. It smelled wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the swallow test but mommy now puts a thickener in my formula. I still choke a bit but its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I simply adore you! You are awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-3966504276890906234?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/3966504276890906234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=3966504276890906234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3966504276890906234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3966504276890906234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-have-really-much-going-on-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/StYPDvtMlrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gydO2KmcLdw/s72-c/Nita,+bosty,+Katie,+Teag+and+me2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-5403919067526743861</id><published>2009-08-21T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:15:56.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I will have a swallow test to see if I need to be fed differently. I have had a bit of a struggle with that lately. Mommy even once had to give me a bit of CPR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy...she shows such strength! Mommy has taken this news a bit hard- she has not been able to eat too well since she took me to the doctors. I know, she worries so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I promise, late at night when you look out at the moon and stars........I will be there...look at the stars and see them twinkle (that will be our secret signal)...we can go off on adventures, we can talk and snuggle....I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you! Thanks for taking such good care of me! You really are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-5403919067526743861?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/5403919067526743861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=5403919067526743861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5403919067526743861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5403919067526743861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-i-will-have-swallow-test-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-2115562820160232799</id><published>2009-08-20T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:43:12.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagnosis and Prognosis</title><content type='html'>Yesterday mommy and poppa took me to Primary's to see the doctor. They spent a lot of time talking about me. It was not easy for mommy or poppa. The doctor said I have "leigh's disease" and my time on earth will not be a long one. And it will be filled with challenges. It was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy was brave. She sat there and listened and asked questions- she was strong and noble. I love my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back mommy went to get Teagan from Aunt Sandy's. Teagan was about as sweet as they get at nana's and poppa's and asked for hugs from everyone for the first time....it was special. He did what I wanted but could not do.......... Thanks Teagan! I think he kissed poppa 500 times though- a bit overboard, but that's OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all, especially my beautiful, wonderful, inspiring mommy. She is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart, I will always be, Your Bosty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-2115562820160232799?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/2115562820160232799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=2115562820160232799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2115562820160232799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/2115562820160232799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/08/diagnosis-and-prognosis.html' title='Diagnosis and Prognosis'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-5107205373478646499</id><published>2009-08-19T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:18:01.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxX2JNBaaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/F4GgQgmDw8I/s1600-h/Bosty82009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371765043241249186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxX2JNBaaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/F4GgQgmDw8I/s400/Bosty82009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;This is me with my famous Elvis curl.....I'm "all shook up"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxX184fZNI/AAAAAAAAADI/6a9SzjknkfM/s1600-h/Bosty820092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371765039933908178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxX184fZNI/AAAAAAAAADI/6a9SzjknkfM/s400/Bosty820092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is me hanging with Poppa...it was a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-5107205373478646499?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/5107205373478646499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=5107205373478646499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5107205373478646499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5107205373478646499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxX2JNBaaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/F4GgQgmDw8I/s72-c/Bosty82009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-1304361168955940045</id><published>2009-08-19T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:15:16.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pranger Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxMrciP8lI/AAAAAAAAACo/i7wmKOvQrOo/s1600-h/Teagan+and+nana2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752764824089170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxMrciP8lI/AAAAAAAAACo/i7wmKOvQrOo/s320/Teagan+and+nana2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana and Teagan on the airplane going to Oregon...aren't they cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxMq61ORHI/AAAAAAAAACg/159LYrn0s08/s1600-h/gilrs+golden+gate+bridge+82009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752755776865394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxMq61ORHI/AAAAAAAAACg/159LYrn0s08/s320/gilrs+golden+gate+bridge+82009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My two cute Aunt's Lucy and Mel in San Fransico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxNyVuNr9I/AAAAAAAAACw/7zz88oJY9Yk/s1600-h/Bakers+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371753982765936594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxNyVuNr9I/AAAAAAAAACw/7zz88oJY9Yk/s320/Bakers+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whitney, Steve and Phoenix Baker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxMqRUE0rI/AAAAAAAAACY/0IQy-n5HkRU/s1600-h/Little+Prangers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752744631980722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxMqRUE0rI/AAAAAAAAACY/0IQy-n5HkRU/s320/Little+Prangers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxMqRUE0rI/AAAAAAAAACY/0IQy-n5HkRU/s1600-h/Little+Prangers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little Prangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxO4Kg5bPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/P2KeYv9wAh4/s1600-h/Poppa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371755182348135666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxO4Kg5bPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/P2KeYv9wAh4/s320/Poppa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;            POPPA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-1304361168955940045?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/1304361168955940045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=1304361168955940045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1304361168955940045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1304361168955940045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-prangers.html' title='My Pranger Family'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxMrciP8lI/AAAAAAAAACo/i7wmKOvQrOo/s72-c/Teagan+and+nana2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-4391549679899484565</id><published>2009-08-19T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:58:25.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodge truck tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SozqtU9dXPI/AAAAAAAAADk/GwqYC51Edm0/s1600-h/Katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371926519987657970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SozqtU9dXPI/AAAAAAAAADk/GwqYC51Edm0/s400/Katie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I have learned a thing or two from the rodeo...The announcer is always talkin about "dodge truck tough"- well, I think my mommy is "dodge truck tough". I think she could do about anything...........I love you mommy! Today she will have to be "DTT" to be able to talk to the doctors...today is "diagnosis and prognosis day" for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you..please dont be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to dedicate a song to my mommy.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I believe there are angels among us, Sent down to us from somewhere up above, They come to you and me in our darkest hours. To show us how to live, To teach us how to give, To guide us with a light of love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be here mommy. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............Bosty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-4391549679899484565?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/4391549679899484565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=4391549679899484565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4391549679899484565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4391549679899484565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/08/dodge-truck-tough.html' title='Dodge truck tough'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SozqtU9dXPI/AAAAAAAAADk/GwqYC51Edm0/s72-c/Katie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-1687160516895518110</id><published>2009-08-17T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:45:13.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fall is in the air...this week it was stormy. The rain intriges me...I hear the pitter, patter and smell the air- it smells wonderful. I am not sure I like it when it gets on my face though! I also do not like it when it is COLD. This weekend I have been a bit under the weather. First I went out to Ty and Afton's wedding reception at Uncle Gene and Aunt Laura's house. Aunt Whit started to feed me my bottle and I threw up everywhere- and I mean EVERYWHERE! Then I forgot to start breathing again. Poppa scooped me up and got things settled down but it was nuts for a few moments there. I know it scared everyone, I am sorry, It scares me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was a cleaning machine this week end - she works so hard to keep the house clean just so Teag can have something to do by messing it all up again. Mommy cleaned the house head to toe. It smells nice and squeaky clean now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also had to go find me a new seat....I used to sit in my rainforest bouncer but my butt got tooooo big and I was "draggin' tail" and it would not bounce be around like I like. So she found a new one that swings, bounces and vibrates.....NICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I went to church with nana and Poppa....Slept through most of it in my nice warm stroller. Got to hang out with the very cool and extremely cute Aunt Lucy and Aunt Mel. Got a zillion kisses from Teagan. AND, I had nasty gas. OOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-1687160516895518110?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/1687160516895518110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=1687160516895518110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1687160516895518110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1687160516895518110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/08/fall-is-in-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-6566727383148089784</id><published>2009-08-15T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:20:38.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sp0tbUz7kbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dSUhUtCT5K8/s1600-h/5369_118284197895_501172895_2570511_1270057_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376503477616480690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sp0tbUz7kbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dSUhUtCT5K8/s400/5369_118284197895_501172895_2570511_1270057_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sp0tbFBF3qI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mh1nHSYQRBQ/s1600-h/5369_118284222895_501172895_2570513_2303968_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376503473376714402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sp0tbFBF3qI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mh1nHSYQRBQ/s400/5369_118284222895_501172895_2570513_2303968_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that I have not shown you a picture of my daddy.....Here he is on the Oregon Beach. One he is playing with Teag and the other he was trying to skim board. He biffed it several times but he sure had fun. We had a great vacation in Oregon....I could have stayed their forever and played with Mommy, daddy and Teagan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daddy works really hard so that mommy can be home with me. He tries really hard to be brave but I know inside his heart is breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sp0shk9TsEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zcBuMd4iaQE/s1600-h/5369_118284197895_501172895_2570511_1270057_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376502485518364738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sp0shk9TsEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zcBuMd4iaQE/s400/5369_118284197895_501172895_2570511_1270057_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3263854150605018954-6566727383148089784?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/6566727383148089784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=6566727383148089784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6566727383148089784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6566727383148089784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-realized-today-that-i-have-not-shown.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/Sp0tbUz7kbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dSUhUtCT5K8/s72-c/5369_118284197895_501172895_2570511_1270057_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-4185166005223650177</id><published>2009-08-13T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:41:31.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and there and back here again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So..i went on my first vacation. We drove FOREVER and then we went on FOREVER again. It sure took a long time to get there..14 hours! It was sweet to sleep on my rockin big boy car seat but boy did I get a serious case of baby butt-ache-itis.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SowvMY2ePGI/AAAAAAAAACA/d0y2JMg7tU8/s1600-h/FAMILY+REUNION+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371720345422019682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SowvMY2ePGI/AAAAAAAAACA/d0y2JMg7tU8/s320/FAMILY+REUNION+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SowvM5MfNiI/AAAAAAAAACI/TH6soRBfgmM/s1600-h/FAMILY+REUNION+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371720354104292898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SowvM5MfNiI/AAAAAAAAACI/TH6soRBfgmM/s320/FAMILY+REUNION+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time on vacation. I got to meet lots of people...my great grandpa and great grandma turcott. They are good snugglers. I also go to see my great aunt margie...now she is a good snuggler- I got so cozzy with her that I pooped on my own for the first time in a few months. She was good to hold me and love me....thanks gam (great aunt margie) you are awesome! I got to meet a bunch of other people...tooo many to tell you and to be honest after a while they all became a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SowvLwtjdlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EDRBQL6gKOU/s1600-h/FAMILY+REUNION1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371720334647195218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SowvLwtjdlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EDRBQL6gKOU/s320/FAMILY+REUNION1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard hours of horseshoes clanking and lots of cheering...but no trophy made it home in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/So1gXxkBPZI/AAAAAAAAADs/Y4cpWGjjPkE/s1600-h/Dawn+and+Bosty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372055892080541074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/So1gXxkBPZI/AAAAAAAAADs/Y4cpWGjjPkE/s400/Dawn+and+Bosty1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the zoo and saw great aunt dawn- she is.....CCCCUUUUUTTEEEE! Too bad I slept so long and didn't get a chance to let her hold me much- I am a dude magnet! I loved the train ride from the rose garden to the zoo...fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SowvLjb8NjI/AAAAAAAAABw/lXUiOaDsdcQ/s1600-h/ZOO+OREGON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371720331083658802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SowvLjb8NjI/AAAAAAAAABw/lXUiOaDsdcQ/s320/ZOO+OREGON.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the beach...it was warm and i saw poppa put up a really cool kite. We got sand everywhere- including in the diaper- what a feat of grandor-TAHH DAHHH!! It was a great time but boy was I glad to be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and lullabyes on highway roads,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-4185166005223650177?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/4185166005223650177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=4185166005223650177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4185166005223650177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/4185166005223650177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-and-there-and-back-here-again.html' title='Here and there and back here again!'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SowvMY2ePGI/AAAAAAAAACA/d0y2JMg7tU8/s72-c/FAMILY+REUNION+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-1348391472314015147</id><published>2009-08-05T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:15:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxJshkWrSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/toROAd7k-8M/s1600-h/Boston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371749484820081954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxJshkWrSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/toROAd7k-8M/s320/Boston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is just weird. No other way to explain it.....just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think mommy, nana and I got the entire bawling thing worked out- turns out that when they split up the times I need to take my meds I dont end up bawling for an hour or longer (mostly longer- sorry mommy!). Hmm....life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to church with nana and poppa...I love the singing! It was testimony week and a tough week- I good man passed away and he was loved by everyone- and I mean everyone! I dont think he has one enemy. Teagan in pure Teaggie style would shout "AMEN!" at the top of his lungs at least 30 seconds after everyone else. Then he would sit next to girls and try to get gum, lip gloss and various other things they had. He still is not sure about nursery though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good ole snuggle with Poppa during Sunday School. He has a warm chest and his heart beat lulls me to dreamland. He really is a good snuggler-Nana is LUCKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is getting everything ready for our trip to Oregon...I think she is worried how I will behave....I have a new car seat and I am the king of the backseat in it. Its kinda like a lazyboy for your car- I love it! Now if I could only get a TV, remote, and the TV guide..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana got me some new blankys too- Teagan helped pick them out- one is baseball for mommy because baseball is her favorite sport. One is horseys because Teaggie is obsessed with horseys. And one is "airpains", trains, boats and such- Its fun to snuggle in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like sitting up- it hurts....Cant figure out why, but it makes it hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know...I feel love. I know love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, kisses and 14 hours in my rockin big boy lazyboy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-1348391472314015147?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/1348391472314015147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=1348391472314015147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1348391472314015147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/1348391472314015147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-just-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SoxJshkWrSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/toROAd7k-8M/s72-c/Boston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-537721353754572430</id><published>2009-07-30T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:41:55.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a tough day- a Utah versus BYU football rivalry kinda day (Utah won, mommy!) I had to be up early to go have eye surgery......Mommy was nervous. Poppa went with us. He drove so fast we got there early and I smelled...breakfast! Well, it was hospital breakfast so I was not really interested...they would not have been able to give me any anyway so I just dreamt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good ole eyeballs are perfect...its my brain that is not sending stuff to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made everyone sad for the doctors to tell them I cant see. I am sorry, dont be sad....I can still see you with my heart! I know who you are and I know you. People dont see everything with their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SowtERWtCuI/AAAAAAAAABo/gh71onREVcA/s1600-h/Bosty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371718006947515106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SowtERWtCuI/AAAAAAAAABo/gh71onREVcA/s320/Bosty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it is hard to hear all this bit by bit....its OK, really, it is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I need you to sleep. I know you must be tired but sleep and we will meet up in our dreams for grand adventures. I love you, mommy. You are the best mommy I could have ever had. You are so patient and good to me- even when I am cranky and believe me, I know, I have been really, really CCCCCCCCRRRRRRAANNNNKKKKKYYYY these past few days. I am sorry, sometimes it is hard for me too. I do love you- thank you for holding me and trying so hard to calm me and my whaling cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world is that noise that Poppa listens to in his car....is that the greatest hits of the 70's? Poppa was born to wear bell bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, you are the best multi-tasker around.....who else could feed a baby, talk on the cell phone and sign papers all at once- you are magical (and beautiful!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mommy, dont cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and formula kisses, Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-537721353754572430?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/537721353754572430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=537721353754572430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/537721353754572430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/537721353754572430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-tough-day-utah-versus-byu.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CzPGfzO8yeY/SowtERWtCuI/AAAAAAAAABo/gh71onREVcA/s72-c/Bosty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-6520891768162557082</id><published>2009-07-29T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:41:00.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I forget.....Did you know that Elvis delivered mommy...well, it was the doctor dressed up like Elvis. And he delivered mommy even DRESSED like Elvis. He had to hurry to get there because he was at a concert singing Elvis songs....I heard he put his way through college doing Elvis impersonages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guess what, when I grin, I have an Elvis curl !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should take up the guitar and sing out "all shook up". More like one of his classics that Great Grandpa Turcott likes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...do you think with my seizures I can get the hip shake down? Girls do go crazy for me........even though I wear a diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All shook up, Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-6520891768162557082?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/6520891768162557082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=6520891768162557082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6520891768162557082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6520891768162557082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/07/before-i-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-336043798778533579</id><published>2009-07-29T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:06:20.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am "offically" 21 pounds of pure baby hunkiness and 26 inches long....90% in weight and 60% in height....who's talking big boy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Berry likes me so much that he wants to see me every month too! I like him. He told my mommy she was brave and courageous being 21 and facing all this....he is right- she is brave and courageous ......she is my hero! Go mommy! Honestly mommy, I know you worry and fret but you can do this- I know you can....I love you and am so gald you are my mommy. You are the best mommy and ALL I need. Thanks for putting up with me - even when I am a little (OK maybe a lot) cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poopper is still on the fritz though.....Lucky for me they have these little white,clear things that you insert and magically the poopper works! And they say magic does not work....Kris Angel has nothing like this in his routine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what else I discovered this week....swings! They are heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunky baby hugs and kisses, Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-336043798778533579?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/336043798778533579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=336043798778533579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/336043798778533579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/336043798778533579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-offically-21-pounds-of-pure-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-6309807843223530107</id><published>2009-07-27T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:09:16.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday I am having a little "undercover, investigative surgery".....I will be under the cover and the doctor will be investigating....to see if the eyes are causing the seizures or the other way around.....Ought to be a fun day for mommy! (sorry mommy, I do love you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided late night is the time for me....I am not sure but late at night I get cranky...and I mean CRRRAAANNNKKYYY...mommy tries her hardest to quite my fears and sometimes my whaling is out of control.....I have not given her much sleep this past few days.....Sorry mommy, you are so adorable after midnight and I get you all to myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I tried rice cereal for the first time.....it certainly was nothing to brag about but it was...well, how to describe it....well, its kinda like paste with baby formula mixed in....YUMMY! Actually it is not bad but I am holding on thinking mommy will give me some fruits and veges if I will endure the rice cereal fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my "pooper" is on the fritz...Nana thought if she exercised my legs it would get things moving "onward and outward"...she even makes up these ridiculous songs to sing....She is nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teagan played with the bubble machine and got it in his mouth....He kept sticking his bubble soaked finger in his mouth and saying "EEWEEEE!" Silly Teaggie...Doesnt he know if you put more soap in there it will even be worse! Teag played horse with me...more like ON me and he called out "airpain" even time he tought he heard an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know burping is one of my "guilty pleasures"...I love to burp. Not the little baby burps but the big ole man burps where you get it all out in one long loud moment...Awwww..............it feels so good. I wonder where I got those burps from..daddy...mommy....poppa....Fess up people...do the genelogoy and tell me who I inherited this wonderful trait from so I can thank them later......And speaking of burps.....Who would have ever thought that burps and farts (some of the MOST relaxing things to do) would become so socially unacceptable...Proof, this world is nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely evening and I have a great dream while snoozing with family. I love my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, cuddles and now rice cereal kisses......Bosty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-6309807843223530107?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/6309807843223530107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=6309807843223530107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6309807843223530107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6309807843223530107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-i-am-having-little-undercover.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-5589561249442304044</id><published>2009-07-22T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:39:13.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So....the eye doctor was fun....NOT! They put some freaky stuff in my eyes that dilate them and that was WEIRD ! Everything was fuzzy and WAY BRIGHT. Needless to say it was a tough day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so tired of being looked at, poked here and there etc thatt sometimes it really annoys me- I get cranky and I need a nap! I am sorry I dont mean to be rude but a guy needs his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors really had more questions than answers.....I love a good mystery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will do eye exploratory surgery on July 30th- I hope they dont put that stuff in my eyes again. As long as that doesnt happen I will behave- but if not, the diaper will be dirty-way dirty! (ha-ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking me to doctors mommy, I know it wears you out and is a long day for you. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, cuddles and lots of great dreams, Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-5589561249442304044?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/5589561249442304044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=5589561249442304044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5589561249442304044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/5589561249442304044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/07/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-3804825381119643688</id><published>2009-07-21T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:59:58.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Jason</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to give a shout out to my Uncle Jason....I have never seen someone believe so much in someone else than my uncle believes in my daddy. Thank you Uncle Jason for always helping daddy and always believing in him. Everyone needs a hero and I am glad daddy has you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-3804825381119643688?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/3804825381119643688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=3804825381119643688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3804825381119643688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/3804825381119643688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/07/uncle-jason.html' title='Uncle Jason'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-6211418371221657293</id><published>2009-07-21T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:13:42.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boston Marathon</title><content type='html'>While in my dreams today I thought about my life and the Boston Marathon.The Boston Marathon is the oldest marathon.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been thinking this race is a medifore for me. Our struggle to "win the race".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To even compete in the Boston marathon you first have to qualify. We qualify for this race because we choose to come to earth. We promised Father we would do our best to meet this challenge and finish strong. Runners train for years just to get a chance to qualify. I wonder, what our efforts to 'qualify' for our race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the challenges in the Boston marathon comes between mile 20-21 - its called heartbreak hill. Heartbreak hill comes at the point in the race where you are dog tired and ready to give up. It is the last in a series of hills. Like all challenges it is the last great challenge before a series of decends to the finish line (a total of 26 miles). We are tried and challenged in this life to see if we will be true to our God. So many heartbreaks in this life but if we stay on course and keep putting one foot in front of the other we can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as crowds go, the Boston marathon has over 500,000 people just watching and cheering people on. That is incredible! At one point the cheering is so loud runner have to cover their ears jsut to concentrate on the race. We too have over 500,000 people cheering us on and at times I think they are really loud too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running my race, I prepared for it in the pre-existence. I have many who are cheering me on. I am reaching that series of hills and headed for heartbreak hill......I will make it up that hill and I see the finish line up ahead. The day is bright and beautiful, the weather is great and life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in my dreams, Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-6211418371221657293?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/6211418371221657293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=6211418371221657293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6211418371221657293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6211418371221657293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/07/boston-marathon.html' title='The Boston Marathon'/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263854150605018954.post-6030844350681304019</id><published>2009-07-20T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:15:08.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday I went with Mommy to Primary's...I decided to cry all the way there......sorry mommy- I just did not want to go. It was pretty cool, they turned on this strobe light (no disco music though) ...I was not impressed....no cool tunes, no cool clothes...that party was definately a "yawner"...I dont know who plans the parties there but they need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Nana and I went to a homecoming for one of Mommy's high school/ward buddies..Timmy Halls. It was fun and his two brothers sang a modern cowboy version of "come thou fount of every blessing"- it was cowboy cool- I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like church....it was fun to go with Teagan, Aunt Lucy, Nana, Poppa and mommy to hear Aunt Melissa talk- She talks tooooo fast for me to keep up but she is so sweet I could just snuggle her! Aunt Lucy rocked me to sleep....she pretty good at getting me to sleep and she is an awesome snuggler.....she will be a great mommy someday. I love the music the best. Today some girls sang and I liked it....Erin Draper and her sister Celeste with Lindsay Judd...Poor Sister Judd not only did she have to speak but had to sing too! They all had great voices and I really liked it. Teagan has decided to sing in church- only he really just lalalalalla's through it...its pretty cute-even for a boy. He thinks nursery is pretty fun too.......And he loves to hold me. I like it too- he doesnt really hold me but lets someone help him. I sure love Teagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and snuggles, Bosty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263854150605018954-6030844350681304019?l=bostonkjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/feeds/6030844350681304019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263854150605018954&amp;postID=6030844350681304019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6030844350681304019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263854150605018954/posts/default/6030844350681304019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostonkjensen.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-i-went-with-mommy-to-primarys.html' title=''/><author><name>Boston K Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00588774138255528241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
