Our ever-growing family start almost five year ago when I met my husband, Justin Jackson, at a Texas high school football game (which down here in good ol' Texas is just as important as college or professional football, no kidding). A short five months later we had a small family wedding to begin our lives with to very small words--"I do." The following July we found out that we were expecting our first baby. Like all men Justin wanted a boy, but when he found out it was a girl, she (without even breathing her first breath) already had daddy twisted around her little finger. She graced this world a whopping nine pounds and four ounces. She was the biggest girl--well baby for that matter--born that day. Allyson Renee, Ally for short was a joy in my life beyond measure. A child brings so much more meaning to your life than you could ever imagine. She was such a joy, except no one could just make her smile. She would look at you like you were an idiot if you tried to do the normal things that seem to entertain babies, although her Uncle Eli and Nana could always seem to get her to perk up. It wasn't but five months later when I learned I was expecting again. The nausea had set in and I cried many nights not knowing how I was going to care for two infants so close in age. When we found out we were having a boy for our second child I thought that Justin was going to blow a gasket. I have never seen some so excited (though I still maintain that boys are just glorified toys to their daddies--toys that never run out of batteries). Taylor Lane was just trying to make me go crazy before he ever came. For about a month before he finally arrive the contractions started coming which kept us busy going to the hospital and getting sent home because I just wasn't progressing in dialation. Finally he came. He was the squirmiest little baby I have ever held in my life. But he was an angel at seven pounds fifteen ounces. He never could sit still. He was on the move once he could roll over. He definitly had a mind of his own and he still does. When Taylor was a year old we found out we were yet recieving another addition to our family, another little girl. Even though boys are heavily out numbered in the Jackson family we were so excited as Mikalya Paige(Kiki) came to us right around Christmas. She was a healthy seven pounds fourteen ounces two weeks early. She brought with her a little jaundice--which I had never before experianced and she also caught the flu bug that was going around. Her and I had it at the same time--It was so fun to care for a sick, cranky infant while I to was sick and cranky. She has always be a joy though even though she is the fussiest of the bunch. She has always had an amazing smile and giggle and is not scared to share it with the world. Last of all is our dog Mac. He is our little gremlin looking dog. The vet says he is half boston terrior and half french bulldog. His coat is brindle with white paws and a white chest. What a crew we have going on here in Texas. Ain't Life Crazy!!!