<?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-26347323</id><updated>2012-01-31T01:49:00.862-05:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='bad blogger'/><category term='Joe 28'/><category term='10 month stats'/><category term='8.5 months'/><category term='play pens'/><category term='8w 1d'/><category term='lots of rambling and pics'/><category term='21w2d'/><category term='scrapbook'/><category term='nursery'/><category term='beach'/><category term='1 day'/><category term='11 years'/><category term='randomness and more'/><category term='Ry 2 months'/><category term='11 months'/><category term='first trick or treat'/><category term='BF'/><category term='baby boy'/><category term='baby clothes'/><category term='wee wigglers'/><category term='2 months'/><category term='easter'/><category term='38 weeks'/><category term='staying home'/><category term='Almost 3 months'/><category term='baby showers'/><category term='4 1/2 months'/><category term='little sibling'/><category term='job'/><category term='22 weeks'/><category term='Roo drop'/><category term='park pics'/><category term='2weeks'/><category term='1 month'/><category term='3w'/><category term='UTI'/><category term='third trimester'/><category term='no 2nd grade position'/><category term='memorial weekend'/><category term='33 weeks'/><category term='nose'/><category term='letters'/><category term='14w5d pregnant'/><category term='ry&apos;s cabin'/><category term='35 weeks'/><category term='9 months baby'/><category term='pics'/><category term='rambling 29 weeks'/><category term='14 week article'/><category term='20 months'/><category term='Rylan'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='23w5d'/><category term='30 weeks'/><category term='rylan one'/><category term='2d'/><category term='Rylan can walk'/><category term='32 weeks'/><category term='crawling'/><category term='6days'/><category term='the beach'/><category term='12 month stats'/><category term='maternity clothes'/><category term='baby dreams'/><category term='7 months'/><category term='everything'/><category term='cookies and christmas'/><category term='potty'/><category term='16 months'/><category term='Labor story'/><category term='coloring easter eggs'/><category term='8 months'/><category term='1st spoon experience'/><category term='first hair cut'/><category term='34 weeks'/><category term='17 months'/><category term='10 years'/><category term='snow'/><category term='wigglers'/><category term='weight'/><category term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>The Rylan Reader</title><subtitle type='html'>Rylan Chase was born on November 1, 2007!&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.baby-gaga.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/t/dogdogabu20071101_-5_Rylan+is.png" alt="baby" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>330</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-2573658091802665276</id><published>2012-01-18T07:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:22:55.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke</title><content type='html'>On Monday, December 12th, Joe, Ry and I went in for my weekly OB appt.  I was surprised to hear that I had dilated to 4-5.  Dr. S said that he would probably see me that night, but if not, to schedule an appt for first thing the next morning.  So we scheduled the appt, but I was reluctant to think that he'd come that night because with Rylan I was dilated to 4-5 and lasted another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe decided that we should have one last nice meal out before that baby came. Rylan chose Olive Garden.  After dinner we went to pick up some travel soaps, and other things for our hospital stay.  Even if he didn't come that night, he was coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, Joe and I spent the evening packing our bags and getting everything ready- just in case.  The next morning we took a couple belly pics in front of the Christmas tree, kissed Ry goodbye and told my mom we might see her at the hospital later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the doctor checked me, I was fully expecting him to say there was no change, but instead he said that I was a strong 7, almost 8 and that he was sending me to L &amp;amp; D!  We made my 6 week appt, and walked to the main hospital, making phone calls on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in my room at 9 AM, hooked up and ready to go by 9:30.  Grumpy was the first to make it to the room.  Granny was shortly after.  By 10 my doc broke my water.  I was having really good contractions, but not feeling them.  I think that I didn't need the epidural this time around, but I got it any way.  Before long, all the grandparents and Big Brother were at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 11:00, my nurse tried to put in a catheter and monitor on his head, but it didn't work and we actually kept losing his heartbeat on the monitor, so they gave me oxygen for a little while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was around noon that I kept feeling some intense pressure pains, so I told the nurse.  She checked me and I was at 9.  About 15 minutes later my doctor came in and put the cath in and said that I could start pushing.  Within a few minutes, everything was in place and I pushed for about 5-7 minutes and there he was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Ethan was born at 12:32 pm on Tuesday, December 13th.  Weighing 8lbs, 6oz and 22" long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we found out that he was jaundiced, so he was placed under the lights and given formula to supplement for almost 24 hours.  Day 3 his ped said he was much better and we could go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-2573658091802665276?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2573658091802665276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=2573658091802665276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2573658091802665276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2573658091802665276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2012/01/luke.html' title='Luke'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-8327428193367901586</id><published>2011-12-07T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:42:12.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About Luke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After looking back on old posts the lasts few weeks before Rylan was born, I realized that I haven't written much about Baby Brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long, emotional, painful road, but all is looking well with him.  He has been measuring big for the past couple of months.  Monday, he was measuring 39-40 weeks and actually only 35w3d.  We know that he has a big head, and is really long.  Two weeks ago he weighed 5,9, but Monday he weighed 7,12, which is 6oz bigger than Rylan.  The doctor explained that his weight could be a pound less or a pound bigger.... But, it does make sense if he's measuring 39-40 weeks, then he should weigh 7, 12.  I asked the doctor if Luke measuring 39-40 means he could come in another week or so, and he said yes, they are directly related.  I'm starting to worry about having a big baby and needing a C-section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he'd do another u/s in 2 weeks (19th) to check Luke's size again, but he said he doubts I'll be pregnant in 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next few weeks are guaranteed to be stressful.  Knowing that Luke could come at any time, Rylan is having surgery next Wed, (14th), my car is scheduled to go in the shop the week before Christmas (which just happens to be when Doc thinks Luke will make his grand appearance). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit the idea of a C-section frightens me.  Mostly because I am hoping to have another successful breastfeeding experience with Luke.  I have been told by several people that women who have c-sections are less likely to be successful with nursing.  I also didn't need to take pain meds with Rylan (other than some ibuprofen), but I imagine pain meds are a must with a c-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case that Luke does arrive early, I received steroid shots about a month ago- right around the beginning of bed rest, so we are hoping that his lungs will be developed and strong.  He has the hiccups several times a day, so he's getting in lots of practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of everything that needs done for his arrival.  Stupid things, like, we can't find the diaper bag!  How did we lose the bag?  I need to get some nursing bras, pack our bags, there's still some things that need to be washed- like the swing fabric, the changing table needs organized, I don't know, it just feels like we're still not prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Ry.  I have to admit that his surgery next week has me completely freaked and worried.  What's worse is that I'm afraid I won't get to give him all that he needs afterwards, so we've had to ask his grandparents to stay with us the couple of days after as Joe will have to go back to work.  We've explained most of the what's going to happen to him, and he just takes it in and tries to understand, but you can tell he's scared.  I am just hoping and praying that getting the tubes and removing his adenoids will make him feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I need to get ready to get him from the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-8327428193367901586?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8327428193367901586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=8327428193367901586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/8327428193367901586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/8327428193367901586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2011/12/about-luke.html' title='About Luke'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6877155024460547241</id><published>2011-09-13T16:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T16:31:34.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookin' Good!</title><content type='html'>We had the repeat level 2 and EKG with the specialist yesterday for Baby Brother (9-12-11).  I am so thrilled to say that all looked GREAT with him!  No heart problems that they could find, and the brain ventricles looked good as well!  He's measuring on average a week ahead, some areas 2 weeks ahead.  He didn't formally change my due date, but seemed to think we'd meet the new little fella earlier than expected.  I'm just hoping to not be in the hospital over Christmas.  :-)  I'm sure my friend Bobbie would like the idea though as her bday is Christmas Eve.  My friend at work said that if we were in the hospital over Christmas, to give her a call and she'd bring a small tree in, fully decorated. She even offered to stop at our house and pick up some of Rylan's goodies from Santa!  :-) Such a sweet girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling so relieved and back to enjoying life! 6 months tomorrow, and I plan to enjoy every last bit of this pregnancy. Back to "normal pregnant lady worries".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed recently that when Ry is next to me talking, Baby Brother starts moving around.  I think he likes his big brother already.  Ry is definitely excited about BB, kissing my belly and putting his hands on me as if to play with his little bro.  So sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-6877155024460547241?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6877155024460547241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6877155024460547241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6877155024460547241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6877155024460547241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2011/09/lookin-good.html' title='Lookin&apos; Good!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-5852236312518105539</id><published>2011-08-16T07:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T07:53:14.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Level 2</title><content type='html'>Due to the positive triple screen, Joe and I went to see a specialist yesterday for a level 2 u/s.  We were able to watch the entire scan on a tv on the wall.  It was nice to see the baby so big instead of on a little screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Brother measured right at 19w,5d on most everything, give or take a day on others.  The only thing that measured differently was his head, measuring at 20w, 4d (I believe).  Come to find out later, he must have my head size, because the specialist referred to my head as "bigger and rounder"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did an internal u/s to check my cervix.  All must have been well, because no one mentioned otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to speak with the specialist.  Given the BT, and the positive triple screen, he admitted to overlooking our scans.  The scan of the heart was not of good quality.  The tech tried at least twice for a good picture, but in the end said that she was not happy with the final product.  The 4 chambers looked great, but doc said he thinks there might be a very small hole on the heart. He's not sure that's what he sees, but given our history, he is erring on the side of caution to be safe. Apparently the resolution on the scan was low, and with the baby moving so much, he's not sure that it's even a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us that if we were two people without the BT and pos screen, he wouldn't have even paid it any mind. OY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we go back in a few weeks for another scan and consultation with the specialist.  He seemed fairly certain the the next scan would prove that he's overlooking and all would be well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe mentioned his heart murmur as a child, and the doc said that it could be something like that as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that this is the only thing that we {might} have seen gives me hope that it's the low resolution of the picture where Baby Brother wouldn't quit moving.. However, it is a marker for Down's. It could be something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so hoping this saga would be over yesterday. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-5852236312518105539?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5852236312518105539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=5852236312518105539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5852236312518105539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5852236312518105539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/level-2.html' title='Level 2'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-977141352237939514</id><published>2011-08-12T07:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T07:27:29.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Brother</title><content type='html'>On August 2nd, we had our ultrasound.  Baby boy measured perfectly in all the areas.  Oh yes, and she showed us that Rylan is having a baby brother. After talking with my OB, I found out the my triple screen numbers were incredibly low.  He said that I only had a 0.6% chance of having something wrong with our baby.  He cut that number in half to 0.3% after having such a great ultrasound.  He still suggested that we go to see the specialist at CAMC where they can perform a level 2 u/s.  We go this Monday, the 15th.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our appointment, we bought one little sleeper for baby brother, and some bugs for Ry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-977141352237939514?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/977141352237939514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=977141352237939514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/977141352237939514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/977141352237939514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-brother.html' title='Baby Brother'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-9092825295809373105</id><published>2011-07-30T08:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T08:40:17.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>On the 19th, we had another check up.  The baby's heartbeat was 141.  Rylan opted to stay with MawMaw because he didn't want to ride in the car for an hour! Anyway, today was the day for the triple screen blood draw.  I had it done with Ry and everything came back fine. So, I had the draw.  I honestly think anything about it.  I think my head was clouded that the doctor said we could come back in 2 weeks for an ultrasound.  I couldn't wait to see the baby again and make sure everything was fine. Not to mention to find out if Ry was having a brother or sister.  Stupid me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Tuesday (26th) while in Chicago with Joe on a trip for work, my nurse called to tell me the results of the triple screen.  I completely forgot that I'd be getting those results this week. She said that I tested positive for Down's. And that's when everything went blurry.  I tried to listen to her, standing in the middle of the hotel hallway (cleaning lady was in our room- great timing), listening to Ry cry because he was hungry and I was forcing him to stand and be quiet when he was so uncomfortable, trying to hold it together at least through the phone call.  The nurse said that it's probably a false positive.  She went on to reassure me that it's a screening process and not diagnostic. Apparently out of her 7 years as a nurse with an OB, she had told many, many, many women that their tests were positive, and only 2 of those had babies with Down's.  Seems right, there's obviously not a huge population of people with Down's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did exactly what the nurse told me NOT to do, as soon as we were in our room, I ordered room service for Ry, gave him a juice, texted Joe about 60 times, and started googling.  I found several sites stating that these tests are notorious for false positives or that a positive can mean other things.  For example, a woman carrying a female fetus is more likely to have a pos, also twins can mess with the numbers, if the woman has gestational or type 1 diabetes.  It can also be that there's another chromosomal abnormality not related to Down's. There's where it gets tricky for us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse is making an appointment with a specialist to review my results further and determine what we need to do.  However, before that we have our u/s this Tuesday (Aug 2nd) which would most likely show any abnormalities.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 nights of no sleep, recurrent- body trembling heart palpitations, constant worry, even puking in the grocery store yesterday from the stress, I called my OB's office, explained my situation and asked if I could get in yesterday afternoon.  I was put on hold for several minutes, and then the receptionist came back on and said that the nurse said I would be fine to wait until Tuesday, and not to worry, that it is most likely nothing.  I just wish I knew if she had pulled my chart.  That would make a lot of difference to me.  I can say that I felt a teensy weensy bit better after hearing that, but if they didn't pull my chart, then I'm just part of the norm to them. So, not much relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it was the date night we had or complete exhaustion, but I actually slept some last night!  So, just 3.5 more days and we should know something.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-9092825295809373105?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/9092825295809373105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=9092825295809373105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/9092825295809373105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/9092825295809373105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-2247289804761530462</id><published>2011-07-06T09:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:48:42.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylan Hears The Heartbeat!</title><content type='html'>On June 28th, we had a check up.  Joe and I decided to take Ry along so he could her the baby's heartbeat.  Watching his face light up when he heard the heartbeat was amazing!  I think hearing made it all that much more real for him.  He said he wanted to come again next time so he could hear his baby again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new to report, except that the 2nd trimester is a much needed blessing after such a hard 1st trimester.  I have more energy and not so sick all the time!  The doctor said we will go back in 3 weeks for another check up, then 3 weeks after that we will do another u/s to make sure everything is looking good and hopefully determine the sex of the baby.  I would like Ry to go to the u/s, I think it will be a good experience for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got rid of everything from before, I am in need of maternity clothes.  So, Joe and I surprised Ry with a trip to Chuck E. Cheese, and afterward, Joe surprised me with a trip to Motherhood Maternity.  I picked up a few tops for the summer and some for work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't report many symptoms at this point.  I still have the "Death Hunger", which comes on hard and strong.  I have had a couple of occasions where my blood sugar drops wicked quick, so my mom and Joe would like to see me start checking it regularly.  Probably something I should mention to the doc next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being paged by Future Big Brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to add for later reference: Heartbeat was 144.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-2247289804761530462?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2247289804761530462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=2247289804761530462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2247289804761530462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2247289804761530462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/rylan-hears-heartbeat.html' title='Rylan Hears The Heartbeat!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-7033868395102219210</id><published>2011-06-27T09:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:39:10.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little sibling'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had spent all of April telling each other that Rylan could be an only child, that we didn't want to spend our time worrying about cycling.  We had decided we were done. On Friday April 29th, I realized AF was a few days late.  That's not my style, so I took a test the next morning. We had to get up early to take Rylan to the circus, so I was in a hurry POAS, and hopped in the shower. When I got out, I checked the stick, and to my surprise, there were 2 lines!  I ran into the bedroom and screamed for Joe to come into the bathroom.  He was still asleep, so when I frantically said to look at the counter, he assumed there was a spider and started trying to catch it. I finally got his attention and told him to pick up the test.  What a goof ball!  Shocked, we all got ready for the circus and had a great time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Monday (5/2/11) I went in for a blood test, which came back positive at 438.  Two days later I went back in for a repeat to check for doubling and it was 1,003.6, more than double!  Woo-hoo!  Breathed a sigh of relief. 2 days later, I went in for our first ultrasound which showed a sac and yolk.  That weekend was Mother's Day, which now I had even more reason to celebrate... but, I started spotting. So, on Monday (9th), I went back in for another u/s just to check.  All was well, and baby had doubled in size.  That's the point where my doctor decided to have me come in once a week for an u/s to set my mind at ease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the 13th of May, the u/s showed a fetal pole.  On May 20th, the heartbeat was in the 130s.  At 8w6d, the u/s read the heartbeat at 170.   The falling week, at just shy of 10 weeks, we heard the heartbeat for the first time, in the 170s again.  I was measured at 10weeks, and the doctor decided we could start scheduling appts for every 3 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we are in a nutshell, the last 2 days of my first trimester.  Wednesday I will be 13 weeks, talk about a relief!  We go in tomorrow for a check up, and are taking Ry this time (his first time to go) so he can hear the heartbeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-7033868395102219210?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7033868395102219210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=7033868395102219210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7033868395102219210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7033868395102219210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-friday-april-29th-i-realized-af-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-3192928421983585502</id><published>2011-03-30T16:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T16:50:39.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's okay... Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only blew 2K this month.  I'll be all right. Just money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the positives.... Oh, that's right, there wasn't one! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose since I had already decided to take April off, that means I can take the next few weeks to drop some of this pudge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-3192928421983585502?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3192928421983585502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=3192928421983585502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3192928421983585502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3192928421983585502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-593820485786021004</id><published>2011-03-16T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:22:11.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What an Interesting Day</title><content type='html'>I had my 3rd wanding today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday things were looking really great.   It appeared that my body accepted the clomid, and all was well.  When I went back on Monday, the right side had all died down.  But, the left had a huge follie (probably a cyst), and medium one, and one beautiful looker at 19. The scan today showed that the that one had not moved past 19.  This is both good and bad, as I found out later.  Apparently when follie measured 19 on day 13, it was 1 day ahead of schedule, but since it didn't grow, it's now a day behind.  I assumed the cycle was blown, cried on the phone to Joe while in the main waiting room waiting to see my doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Sh was actually pretty optimistic about the follie measuring at 19.  He said my lining was "thick and gorgeous", which in his opinion was more important than the follie measuring a day behind.  I'm not really sure what to think, but he's the doc.  I have been doing OPKs a couple of times a day.  At first I was to OPK, and have fun after a positive, but then Doc decided that I should go ahead and trigger tonight, and have fun.  When I got home, I tested and it came back positive, so I assume I am to still go ahead and trigger and dtd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where we're at.   My honey just came in with flowers.  Rylan is wanting to work on his number book. Fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-593820485786021004?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/593820485786021004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=593820485786021004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/593820485786021004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/593820485786021004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-interesting-day.html' title='What an Interesting Day'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-5593983673909758098</id><published>2011-03-05T15:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T15:32:22.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The old saying goes, "History repeats itself".  Well, I was hoping that it would, however that turned out not to be the case.  I suppose siblings with birthdays a few days apart wouldn't have been too much fun for them.  How about a month apart?  Today is my second day of clomid.  Rylan has been telling us and others that, "there's a baby in Mommy's belly".  He must be picking up on conversations when we don't think he's listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about the age gap.  If we're going through the efforts to have another child, I'd like for Rylan to have a good relationship with his sibling.  But then I think about the relationships I have with my own siblings.  They're not stellar in the least. I love them all, but no matter how hard I try, 2 of the 3 do not seem to want much in the way of a real relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ahead of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-5593983673909758098?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5593983673909758098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=5593983673909758098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5593983673909758098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5593983673909758098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-saying-goes-history-repeats-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-8201187327080081553</id><published>2011-01-20T07:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T08:01:44.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chapter or Same Old?</title><content type='html'>In January of last year, I took my last BCP.  I knew it would take some time, but I also knew time was not on my side.  Most endo patients will not have it again after a pregnancy.   The stats my doc told me back in 2006, was only 15-20% will get it again. Well,  apparently I am in that lucky percentage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November I found a new doctor which is only about an hour from my house. Dr. S (my old RE) was a godsend, but 2.5 hours away.  My new doc actually used to work with Dr. S, which set my mind at ease.  We will call him Dr. Sh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, he ran a series of tests, and scheduled an internal u/s for December.  He also wanted Joe to have his numbers checked again.  So, when I went back in December I found out that on paper, Joe and I are quite fertile!  Isn't that a hoot?  My u/s showed just one cyst, which Dr. Sh said is a type of cysts that some women get very early in pregnancy.  He reviewed Joe's karyotype, and discussed future options.  However, he is incredibly optimistic that the BT will not come into play.  We will have to see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this appointment, we decided that doing another lap surgery could be my (and I quote) "golden ticket". :-)  So, yesterday I went in for my procedure.   The endo pain this time has been different.  This time around, I have had INTENSE pain during ovulation, but just normal period cramping.  So, completely reversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much the same with my last lap, things were worse than we had anticipated.   I will need Joe to correct me here, but the endo had actually distorted the shape of my uterus.  My fallopian tube was clogged, endo everywhere, but the thing that got me was that my cervix was closing. No wonder nothing was happening.  I am not sure what causing a cervix to tighten and close, so I need to do some research on that.  I am not even that old!  29 isn't old, right?  Though, Dr. Sh, did say that he'd like to see me get pg before next birthday as chances decrease by about 20% after a woman turns 30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the worst thing is the emotion behind this. Why won't the endo leave me alone?  I was hoping that it wasn't back.  The good thing is, that Joe didn't recall the doc mention seeing any polyps.  Last time, there were several polyps that needed to be removed as well.  I know this sounds over the top, but I foresee a hysterectomy in my future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to embark on a new journey, and hope to make a healthy little sibling for our Ry guy.  At the same time, I am so mad at my body that I can't see straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the discharge after care, Dr. Sh, saw a lovely egg, and would like us to try either tonight or tomorrow.  I had just assume that I would take a month off, but he did not see a reason to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan is such a sweetheart, he took great care of me last night, and this morning. :-)  I could not ask for a sweeter boy.  My wonderful husband has been extremely helpful taking care of me.  He would not leave my side for one moment- even to eat.  Thank you boys, I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-8201187327080081553?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8201187327080081553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=8201187327080081553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/8201187327080081553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/8201187327080081553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-chapter-or-same-old.html' title='New Chapter or Same Old?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-986029907667217617</id><published>2011-01-09T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T07:46:01.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-986029907667217617?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/986029907667217617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=986029907667217617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/986029907667217617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/986029907667217617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6908466775866926702</id><published>2010-08-14T08:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T09:00:06.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylan Update</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I mentioned, but in June Rylan was completely potty trained.  He has been very consistent with it!  He still wears a pull up a night just in case.  He has become a pickier eater over the past couple of months.  I'm chalking it up to his age. ;-)  He absolutely loves any kind of pasta with cheese and/or sauce (but no meat!), pizza, muffins, cereal, cereal bars, hot dogs, most types of fruit, crackers, cheese (all types and makes).  He has become very picky about veggies though.  It bothers me, because he has always done pretty good at eating a variety of food until lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan has known his letters by sight and sound since January/February, but I cannot get him to sing the alphabet.. If I sing, "A, B,C" and stop, he'll typically sing, "D" and sometimes, "E".  Then I'll sing a couple more letters, and he will say the letter I stop at.  I think we're getting there.  He loves to sing "happy birthday" and "row, row, row your boat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His vocabulary is growing at rapid speeds!  Everyone told us that when he started talking, he would continually shock us with new words.  He does.  I love carrying on a conversation with him! Hearing his opinions on topics just blows me a way!  Isn't it amazing how they learn new words so fast, every day.  Joe and I look at each other like, "when did he learn that" or "that's a big word"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after learning his letters, he moved to numbers.  He seemed to pick right up on counting a group of objects- pointing to each one.  For the longest time, he wanted you to actually do the counting though :-)  At some point within the past week or two, he has started counting to 15 without fail! Of course, he is not likely to do it on command. haha Stinker. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan is starting daycare.  He went for the first time yesterday to play with the other kids.  Our neighbor's little girl goes to the same place, which will hopefully make the transition easier on Ry.  He took right to "C". She is a very caring woman with a big heart and love for children.  Rylan seemed perfectly at comfortable with her, and even cuddled up with her within 30 minutes of meeting C. So, yesterday I dropped him off.  He walked in, and I turned to get in my car.  I ran a few errands, and tried to enjoy some "me time".  About 6 hours later, I came in to pick him up.  He gave me a BIG HUG, and then ran back to play with the other kids!  He didn't want to leave!  That's actually  a good feeling for me.  C seems to really like Ry, and he seems to adore her. Fingers crossed that this is a good match!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Rylan pretty much owns the pool!  He holds his head under water, swims around (still with arm floaties) with great ease.  Hopefully he will be a good swimmer, like his Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's quite the little chef!  He cooks on his little stove for us daily, and prepares tasty 30 course meals! :-)  He loves cruisin around in his yellow race car and 4-wheeler.  He's growing in to such an awesome little boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-6908466775866926702?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6908466775866926702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6908466775866926702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6908466775866926702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6908466775866926702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/08/rylan-update.html' title='Rylan Update'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-1840577449756900488</id><published>2010-08-11T12:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:35:30.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Or, don't show me anything at all...... GRRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-1840577449756900488?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1840577449756900488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=1840577449756900488' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1840577449756900488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1840577449756900488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/08/or-dont-show-me-anything-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-9087733794222063771</id><published>2010-07-27T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:46:38.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Okay, OPKs show me the light!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/26347323-9087733794222063771?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/9087733794222063771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=9087733794222063771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/9087733794222063771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/9087733794222063771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/07/okay-opks-show-me-light.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6647542385565729026</id><published>2010-06-27T07:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T08:10:41.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learned something new this week</title><content type='html'>Apparently a consistent 28 day girl, like myself, can in fact be an entire week late without it meaning anything.  This is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; to me.  It's also heartbreaking, but not devastating.  I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing.  Miracle child means it was a long shot the first time around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go on, because I'm not walking down that road again.  One year.  That's it.  No more.  I think that's a good way to look at it.  There's no reason to keep going after that.  Just try, put in a decent effort, and if nothing happens within the year, then quit, move on, close that chapter.  At least if ever asked the question of why there are no siblings, I will be able to say that we tried, but it never happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I don't want our little guy to miss out on anything.  I want to offer him the world, ya know?  Will he be okay without a sibling? Is he even sure at 2 years, 7 months that he knows what he's talking about when he says he does?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so completely confused right now.  I just bit Joe's head off for nothing in particular, so he is back in bed cuddling with Ry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been dipping our toes, testing the water.  I don't want to just dive in, afraid of the unknown.   Given our history, I don't see any other option.  I don't however, want to become consumed by this and miss out on any moments with our little miracle. Does that make sense? I've been fine with dipping my toes up until this month.  For someone who is not ever this late, it adds hope and excitement and possibilities.  It makes you wonder what else you could have done. Ya know?  Why not be proactive?  Why?  Again, I do NOT want to become consumed with it.  There's no point- we have our child.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  Back and forth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-6647542385565729026?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6647542385565729026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6647542385565729026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6647542385565729026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6647542385565729026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/learned-something-new-this-week.html' title='Learned something new this week'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-2080821647600183536</id><published>2010-06-13T09:32:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:33:27.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTfUpfSouI/AAAAAAAABMs/6nTJYCwBmb0/s1600/IMG_6967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTfUpfSouI/AAAAAAAABMs/6nTJYCwBmb0/s400/IMG_6967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482252192244212450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the perfect wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTfVFxTxdI/AAAAAAAABM0/hRFiq6_BUv0/s1600/IMG_7003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTfVFxTxdI/AAAAAAAABM0/hRFiq6_BUv0/s400/IMG_7003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482252199835977170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where did I bury that treasure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTfVR4uJ9I/AAAAAAAABM8/ozUtR9JJZtM/s1600/IMG_7022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTfVR4uJ9I/AAAAAAAABM8/ozUtR9JJZtM/s400/IMG_7022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482252203088291794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy cow! That one's alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTfWu85TAI/AAAAAAAABNM/Xvvi8KSW4VY/s1600/IMG_7045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTfWu85TAI/AAAAAAAABNM/Xvvi8KSW4VY/s400/IMG_7045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482252228070296578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder what it tastes like with a little butter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTh0EsSGLI/AAAAAAAABNU/zWeQGPe8LzE/s1600/IMG_7050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTh0EsSGLI/AAAAAAAABNU/zWeQGPe8LzE/s400/IMG_7050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482254931145660594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I own this tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTh0vcwMuI/AAAAAAAABNc/eveCZVQyoOE/s1600/IMG_7056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTh0vcwMuI/AAAAAAAABNc/eveCZVQyoOE/s400/IMG_7056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482254942623249122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paddle, paddle, paddle. That's a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTh1Ka6SPI/AAAAAAAABNk/GV47QTeO2nc/s1600/IMG_7059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTh1Ka6SPI/AAAAAAAABNk/GV47QTeO2nc/s400/IMG_7059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482254949863278834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom!&lt;/i&gt; There are girls watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTh1qRhSqI/AAAAAAAABNs/GOIdl1BS4n4/s1600/IMG_7063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTh1qRhSqI/AAAAAAAABNs/GOIdl1BS4n4/s400/IMG_7063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482254958413826722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That slide looks pretty dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTh2AEQWRI/AAAAAAAABN0/G0Z5qYo9N4c/s1600/IMG_7069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTh2AEQWRI/AAAAAAAABN0/G0Z5qYo9N4c/s400/IMG_7069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482254964263770386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get it now. Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTiykfzW-I/AAAAAAAABN8/t77Yf2Tb484/s1600/IMG_7085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTiykfzW-I/AAAAAAAABN8/t77Yf2Tb484/s400/IMG_7085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482256004835138530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two stories up over the fearsome pit of rubber mats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTizAbG3NI/AAAAAAAABOE/UO5zMYyPyog/s1600/IMG_7090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTizAbG3NI/AAAAAAAABOE/UO5zMYyPyog/s400/IMG_7090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482256012331637970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're going down the slide wrong, Dad. See how dry my hair is? You need to find someone bigger than you and ride in &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTiz9aDbtI/AAAAAAAABOM/pd2eYgx5iJA/s1600/IMG_7091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTiz9aDbtI/AAAAAAAABOM/pd2eYgx5iJA/s400/IMG_7091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482256028701781714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad made me pose with them. What's an anniversary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTi0crJb2I/AAAAAAAABOU/c262esk_H2s/s1600/IMG_7101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTi0crJb2I/AAAAAAAABOU/c262esk_H2s/s400/IMG_7101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482256037094977378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's a major leak here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTnowzqK3I/AAAAAAAABOk/__qHK5vqddY/s1600/IMG_7107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTnowzqK3I/AAAAAAAABOk/__qHK5vqddY/s400/IMG_7107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482261333899094898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me just adjust the flow before I show you how's it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTnpPE85FI/AAAAAAAABOs/kp279nC3qfw/s1600/IMG_7113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTnpPE85FI/AAAAAAAABOs/kp279nC3qfw/s400/IMG_7113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482261342024688722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This tube slide is too slow. Dad, get out of the kiddie slide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTnpuSo24I/AAAAAAAABO0/9KSuIgTFzLY/s1600/IMG_7118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTnpuSo24I/AAAAAAAABO0/9KSuIgTFzLY/s400/IMG_7118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482261350403595138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll smile if you stop tickling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTnqHKC0UI/AAAAAAAABO8/SGd-BJHO_PU/s1600/IMG_7134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTnqHKC0UI/AAAAAAAABO8/SGd-BJHO_PU/s400/IMG_7134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482261357078434114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See? Dry hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTnq1eemOI/AAAAAAAABPE/iNgUTY7blJA/s1600/IMG_7150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTnq1eemOI/AAAAAAAABPE/iNgUTY7blJA/s400/IMG_7150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482261369512171746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, that last one clobbered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTo_5iogbI/AAAAAAAABPM/-IA4HBatdOg/s1600/IMG_7164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTo_5iogbI/AAAAAAAABPM/-IA4HBatdOg/s400/IMG_7164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482262830892220850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's a pitiful sandcastle, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTpAUeAcII/AAAAAAAABPU/PNyK5ngskMw/s1600/IMG_7170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTpAUeAcII/AAAAAAAABPU/PNyK5ngskMw/s400/IMG_7170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482262838120575106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pausing for dramatic effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTpApFCe7I/AAAAAAAABPc/zQVrcfy8lRY/s1600/IMG_7177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTpApFCe7I/AAAAAAAABPc/zQVrcfy8lRY/s400/IMG_7177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482262843652996018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is what a giant stomping a castle looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTpBJ4rC8I/AAAAAAAABPk/uojzfdq98fw/s1600/IMG_7179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTpBJ4rC8I/AAAAAAAABPk/uojzfdq98fw/s400/IMG_7179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482262852459498434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my &lt;i&gt;Baywatch&lt;/i&gt; run)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTpBrG6Y_I/AAAAAAAABPs/FkTI9B9hHrE/s1600/IMG_7185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTpBrG6Y_I/AAAAAAAABPs/FkTI9B9hHrE/s400/IMG_7185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482262861377594354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dig, dig, dig. More of that work stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTqWZyFc0I/AAAAAAAABP0/y6xhx31bWts/s1600/IMG_7188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTqWZyFc0I/AAAAAAAABP0/y6xhx31bWts/s400/IMG_7188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482264317015716674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why yes, you may take my picture now. Here's my good side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTqXY_OaII/AAAAAAAABP8/DwypwX3kY5g/s1600/IMG_7197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTqXY_OaII/AAAAAAAABP8/DwypwX3kY5g/s400/IMG_7197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482264333982263426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we picked a bad place to start our new castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTqX906QcI/AAAAAAAABQE/EaoKBqD7fGo/s1600/IMG_7213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTqX906QcI/AAAAAAAABQE/EaoKBqD7fGo/s400/IMG_7213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482264343871111618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (more slow motion running)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTqYLHMEQI/AAAAAAAABQM/kgwwNnv81_E/s1600/IMG_7249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTqYLHMEQI/AAAAAAAABQM/kgwwNnv81_E/s400/IMG_7249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482264347437437186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, they made me do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTqZg0ZuCI/AAAAAAAABQU/r6s-0u0XU7s/s1600/IMG_7253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTqZg0ZuCI/AAAAAAAABQU/r6s-0u0XU7s/s400/IMG_7253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482264370444089378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What? A boy's gotta eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTtHOtKEXI/AAAAAAAABRk/FKMwEKkqQyY/s1600/IMG_7329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTtHOtKEXI/AAAAAAAABRk/FKMwEKkqQyY/s400/IMG_7329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482267354879103346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catching a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTrgcf3kCI/AAAAAAAABQc/O1xS_0uQgQ8/s1600/IMG_7259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTrgcf3kCI/AAAAAAAABQc/O1xS_0uQgQ8/s400/IMG_7259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482265589054935074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I drive better than my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTrgvgy-dI/AAAAAAAABQk/Pel7K2IoKzQ/s1600/IMG_7266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTrgvgy-dI/AAAAAAAABQk/Pel7K2IoKzQ/s400/IMG_7266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482265594159102418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even in this monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTrhi0iWYI/AAAAAAAABQs/UsNChJKlC8M/s1600/IMG_7271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTrhi0iWYI/AAAAAAAABQs/UsNChJKlC8M/s400/IMG_7271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482265607932107138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two steering wheels and I'm still in control. Now where's that air horn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTriJlgS5I/AAAAAAAABQ0/KxeubDAEoAM/s1600/IMG_7283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTriJlgS5I/AAAAAAAABQ0/KxeubDAEoAM/s400/IMG_7283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482265618338040722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Mom! See how high up I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTriSaqVDI/AAAAAAAABQ8/IDvuspIWgR4/s1600/IMG_7285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTriSaqVDI/AAAAAAAABQ8/IDvuspIWgR4/s400/IMG_7285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482265620708480050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I promise, this is the first time I've seen a helicopter with a steering wheel, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTtFGzfANI/AAAAAAAABRE/91-SGaut0b0/s1600/IMG_7289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTtFGzfANI/AAAAAAAABRE/91-SGaut0b0/s400/IMG_7289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482267318398419154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This ride stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTtFhFD8JI/AAAAAAAABRM/7xkYyBxBiZE/s1600/IMG_7295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTtFhFD8JI/AAAAAAAABRM/7xkYyBxBiZE/s400/IMG_7295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482267325451464850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This train can go faster. Let me show you which button to push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTtGPMYRwI/AAAAAAAABRU/zGUqyRpJqLk/s1600/IMG_7301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTtGPMYRwI/AAAAAAAABRU/zGUqyRpJqLk/s400/IMG_7301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482267337830188802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you hear me? &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(joe: anyone who's been around one of these fair rides knows the god-forsaken sound these things make. Whoever designed that horn must be punished in ways I dare not mention.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTtGUQ1ebI/AAAAAAAABRc/OgDpG_R27Gg/s1600/IMG_7316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTtGUQ1ebI/AAAAAAAABRc/OgDpG_R27Gg/s400/IMG_7316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482267339191056818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ammo! I need ammo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBg7PeLX4sI/AAAAAAAABRs/MwGHRdjAoKs/s1600/IMG_7335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBg7PeLX4sI/AAAAAAAABRs/MwGHRdjAoKs/s400/IMG_7335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483197683308421826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and I were rocking out these spinning things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBg7Py0fpTI/AAAAAAAABR0/rCjyLDEKs9E/s1600/IMG_7331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBg7Py0fpTI/AAAAAAAABR0/rCjyLDEKs9E/s400/IMG_7331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483197688849605938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad called them 'Barf-O-something-or-rather's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBg7QJq1MuI/AAAAAAAABR8/wI5k6xJZNoM/s1600/IMG_7336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBg7QJq1MuI/AAAAAAAABR8/wI5k6xJZNoM/s400/IMG_7336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483197694983090914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Want to know why carnies are cranky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTfWCQUonI/AAAAAAAABNE/aH5ngdQD6Gk/s1600/IMG_7023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTfWCQUonI/AAAAAAAABNE/aH5ngdQD6Gk/s400/IMG_7023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482252216072184434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adiós, my 'kini babes.&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/26347323-2080821647600183536?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2080821647600183536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=2080821647600183536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2080821647600183536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2080821647600183536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/waiting-for-perfect-wave.html' title='Myrtle 2010'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/TBTfUpfSouI/AAAAAAAABMs/6nTJYCwBmb0/s72-c/IMG_6967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-8194716276431227277</id><published>2010-06-11T11:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:32:22.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBJY8wgFhOI/AAAAAAAABMc/aruGIa1MOLg/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBJY8wgFhOI/AAAAAAAABMc/aruGIa1MOLg/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481541497298191586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rocking out at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBJY9Dv7KeI/AAAAAAAABMk/99xlaRB-NSM/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/TBJY9Dv7KeI/AAAAAAAABMk/99xlaRB-NSM/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481541502464895458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second hill wasn't as much fun as the first..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-8194716276431227277?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8194716276431227277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=8194716276431227277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/8194716276431227277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/8194716276431227277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/TBJY8wgFhOI/AAAAAAAABMc/aruGIa1MOLg/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-206249712793403592</id><published>2010-05-24T22:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:25:52.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early summer fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sx12Yt8qI/AAAAAAAABLc/jftX4qreR3k/s1600/IMG_6851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sx12Yt8qI/AAAAAAAABLc/jftX4qreR3k/s400/IMG_6851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475024573200986786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Little Pony is serious business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sx2XDeTiI/AAAAAAAABLs/qnF6-r8dcXo/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sx2XDeTiI/AAAAAAAABLs/qnF6-r8dcXo/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475024581970251298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We totally soaked that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sx2Jq6lOI/AAAAAAAABLk/Tr7AcG9hsXU/s1600/IMG_6865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sx2Jq6lOI/AAAAAAAABLk/Tr7AcG9hsXU/s400/IMG_6865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475024578377585890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a maniac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sy-fVEVpI/AAAAAAAABME/Pou45BWTbEk/s1600/Sum1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sy-fVEVpI/AAAAAAAABME/Pou45BWTbEk/s400/Sum1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475025821142111890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A maniac, I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sx2zcysLI/AAAAAAAABL0/Ukc_fecOmmU/s1600/IMG_6876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sx2zcysLI/AAAAAAAABL0/Ukc_fecOmmU/s400/IMG_6876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475024589592637618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmm bubbles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sx3Ppsz3I/AAAAAAAABL8/V8xOjcWBgR8/s1600/IMG_6893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sx3Ppsz3I/AAAAAAAABL8/V8xOjcWBgR8/s400/IMG_6893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475024597162970994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean cake. Mmm cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sy-oMj3SI/AAAAAAAABMM/aFfZGJsrwTA/s1600/IMG_6915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sy-oMj3SI/AAAAAAAABMM/aFfZGJsrwTA/s400/IMG_6915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475025823522348322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll give you two guesses where this water is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sy_DdOq1I/AAAAAAAABMU/_XrhT7BeBQk/s1600/IMG_6931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sy_DdOq1I/AAAAAAAABMU/_XrhT7BeBQk/s400/IMG_6931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475025830840019794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheese? This is water.&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/26347323-206249712793403592?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/206249712793403592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=206249712793403592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/206249712793403592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/206249712793403592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/05/early-summer-fun.html' title='Early summer fun'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/S_sx12Yt8qI/AAAAAAAABLc/jftX4qreR3k/s72-c/IMG_6851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-2036664895473913963</id><published>2010-04-12T00:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:37:10.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbus Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8KeCUMh6lI/AAAAAAAABJA/9o_Cjg37PN8/s1600/IMG_6514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459099460944652882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8KeCUMh6lI/AAAAAAAABJA/9o_Cjg37PN8/s400/IMG_6514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and I looking at the elephants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8KeC6q24JI/AAAAAAAABJI/2Bds7XCVWdE/s1600/IMG_6517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459099471272403090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8KeC6q24JI/AAAAAAAABJI/2Bds7XCVWdE/s400/IMG_6517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The baby is one year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8KeDGRAdUI/AAAAAAAABJQ/f56oi2ovITg/s1600/IMG_6524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459099474385204546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8KeDGRAdUI/AAAAAAAABJQ/f56oi2ovITg/s400/IMG_6524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's a big tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8KeDsw9v9I/AAAAAAAABJY/xxN2YgCmyhI/s1600/IMG_6531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459099484719792082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8KeDsw9v9I/AAAAAAAABJY/xxN2YgCmyhI/s400/IMG_6531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grumpy helped me and Dad squint into the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8KeEMWGleI/AAAAAAAABJg/esfPygFEhrI/s1600/IMG_6532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459099493197059554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8KeEMWGleI/AAAAAAAABJg/esfPygFEhrI/s400/IMG_6532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom was tickling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Ke0nLbI-I/AAAAAAAABJo/Agv_GID5US0/s1600/IMG_6539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459100325033747426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Ke0nLbI-I/AAAAAAAABJo/Agv_GID5US0/s400/IMG_6539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inches from the alligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Ke0zn43BI/AAAAAAAABJw/Di6Qv-vzw3U/s1600/IMG_6544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459100328374361106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Ke0zn43BI/AAAAAAAABJw/Di6Qv-vzw3U/s400/IMG_6544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look, penguins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Kf3t-Ge4I/AAAAAAAABKw/g-XJ4GFvj1o/s1600/IMG_6545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459101477908151170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Kf3t-Ge4I/AAAAAAAABKw/g-XJ4GFvj1o/s400/IMG_6545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're not very big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Kf3G5iNeI/AAAAAAAABKo/RvD31kWjehI/s1600/IMG_6547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459101467420014050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Kf3G5iNeI/AAAAAAAABKo/RvD31kWjehI/s400/IMG_6547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But something is noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Ke1UkHkXI/AAAAAAAABJ4/gfqDvsNutds/s1600/IMG_6557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459100337216917874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Ke1UkHkXI/AAAAAAAABJ4/gfqDvsNutds/s400/IMG_6557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Down the waterfall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Ke1n5eZ_I/AAAAAAAABKA/yQDUjxakSEA/s1600/IMG_6559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459100342406768626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Ke1n5eZ_I/AAAAAAAABKA/yQDUjxakSEA/s400/IMG_6559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom's explaining the structural load of the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Ke1w7zlzI/AAAAAAAABKI/3rCSuQtZT2E/s1600/IMG_6564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459100344832464690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Ke1w7zlzI/AAAAAAAABKI/3rCSuQtZT2E/s400/IMG_6564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some things need sat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Kf15ZuL9I/AAAAAAAABKQ/l5exdHe6Peg/s1600/IMG_6565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459101446617051090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Kf15ZuL9I/AAAAAAAABKQ/l5exdHe6Peg/s400/IMG_6565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This kangaroo didn't have much hop in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Kf2bdCCWI/AAAAAAAABKY/luLoVM9grRY/s1600/IMG_6568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459101455757740386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Kf2bdCCWI/AAAAAAAABKY/luLoVM9grRY/s400/IMG_6568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Vinnie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Kf245RGyI/AAAAAAAABKg/x6XnLhekATM/s1600/IMG_6571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459101463660796706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S8Kf245RGyI/AAAAAAAABKg/x6XnLhekATM/s400/IMG_6571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not walking back to the car after all that!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-2036664895473913963?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2036664895473913963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=2036664895473913963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2036664895473913963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2036664895473913963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/04/columbus-zoo.html' title='Columbus Zoo'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/S8KeCUMh6lI/AAAAAAAABJA/9o_Cjg37PN8/s72-c/IMG_6514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-2062754363086538868</id><published>2010-04-05T16:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:11:28.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/S7pDqfVj5iI/AAAAAAAABJY/xNBy137qvUE/s1600/IMG_6421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450153788475882754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S6LV_pVavQI/AAAAAAAABG4/-ZTfjxyDZpE/s400/IMG_6091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In case you were wonding what we've been up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/S6LVa4yDeEI/AAAAAAAABGw/m3fSAliWvFk/s1600-h/IMG_6091.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/26347323-1228951784467962834?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1228951784467962834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=1228951784467962834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1228951784467962834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1228951784467962834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-case-you-were-wonding-what-weve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/S6LV_pVavQI/AAAAAAAABG4/-ZTfjxyDZpE/s72-c/IMG_6091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-5885398181149497827</id><published>2010-02-24T15:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:37:08.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day, Potty Speaking</title><content type='html'>So far (3:35pm) today has been a big day for Rylan in the potty area.&lt;br /&gt;For Mommy and Daddy: 1 pee&lt;br /&gt;For Daddy: 1 poop&lt;br /&gt;For Maw maw: 5 pees&lt;br /&gt;Accidents: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 CHEERS for Ry Ry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be interesting to see what happens after his nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-5885398181149497827?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5885398181149497827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=5885398181149497827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5885398181149497827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5885398181149497827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-day-potty-speaking.html' title='Big Day, Potty Speaking'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-5516838115376758660</id><published>2010-02-23T19:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:46:35.350-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Potty Business</title><content type='html'>Well, if you've checked out my sidebar in the past week, you've noticed that Rylan has officially begun potty training.  About a week and a half ago, he pooped in the potty.  Of course he decided to start potting on Dadurday...  But, he gave me the honor of going number 2 in the potty before I left for the day. Since then, he has good times and not so good times.  He grasps the situation, but I think he gets preoccupied and just lets it go.  He's doing a pretty good job.  We've come a along way from just two weeks ago.  Interestingly enough, he used to cry when we tried putting training pants on him instead of a diaper.  Now, if we let him run around butt naked, he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;begs&lt;/span&gt; for a towel.  We put a towel down on the couch, computer chair, or his recliner when he's butt naked just in case.  Well, he has figured out that the towel is there for pee mistakes, and so now he wants a towel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned before, Ry knows all his letters and sounds.  Now his big thing is playing reading/memory games on the letters site.  If you have time, check the site out: www.starfall.com It's pretty awesome to watch him play the memory games.  He amazes me every single day!  I want to share him with the world!  This is what parenting is.  I am thankful everyday to have our sweet little Rylan Chase.   :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-5516838115376758660?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5516838115376758660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=5516838115376758660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5516838115376758660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5516838115376758660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/02/potty-business.html' title='Potty Business'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-1348678299389309498</id><published>2010-02-16T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:17:13.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/S3rhF19905I/AAAAAAAABIw/QvRu2mDnGeg/s1600-h/IMG_5858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/S3rhF19905I/AAAAAAAABIw/QvRu2mDnGeg/s320/IMG_5858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438906990505874322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-1348678299389309498?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1348678299389309498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=1348678299389309498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1348678299389309498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1348678299389309498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/S3rhF19905I/AAAAAAAABIw/QvRu2mDnGeg/s72-c/IMG_5858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-785867592864082183</id><published>2010-02-06T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:27:20.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams Little One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/S21uJMnqZcI/AAAAAAAABIo/zdvKsGEftLQ/s1600-h/IMG_5821.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/S21uJMnqZcI/AAAAAAAABIo/zdvKsGEftLQ/s320/IMG_5821.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435121429591516610" 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/26347323-785867592864082183?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/785867592864082183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=785867592864082183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/785867592864082183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/785867592864082183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-dreams-little-one.html' title='Sweet Dreams Little One'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/S21uJMnqZcI/AAAAAAAABIo/zdvKsGEftLQ/s72-c/IMG_5821.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-3171633113300922589</id><published>2010-01-28T16:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:31:42.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so much on my mind right now.  I want to write about it all.  This used to be a great outlet for me, but these days I don't feel it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out with the ladies tonight, dinner and margs.  I'm pretty excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan knows all of his letters, he'll say the name and/or the sound.  Like for "Bb", he says, "Bb, buh (b sound), ball or for "Dd" he says, "Dd, duh (d sound), Dog.  This morning, he started signing the letters!  He loves learning, and is so happy when he learns something new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a playroom downstairs for him, so we've been spending a lot of time downstairs lately.  His huge ball pit is down there, a big Cars tent, drawing/activity desk, you name it. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is doing well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-3171633113300922589?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3171633113300922589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=3171633113300922589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3171633113300922589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3171633113300922589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-so-much-on-my-mind-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-5566126332840269341</id><published>2010-01-08T14:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:02:09.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: There are no Rylan pics in this post, and it might get personal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Like I said, this will be personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure I was pregnant last month.  99% sure, actually.  I had messed up my BCP, and on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, my BBs were swollen and extremely tender.  I could just feel it.  I ended up swiping a test from a relative.  It was mostly negative, but there was the thinnest, slightest, use-a-magnifying-glass, squint-with-one-eye-and-the-other-closed&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; line.&lt;/span&gt;  It was there.  I'm not crazy and I'm definitely not teasing myself.  I was so sure that I would have a very sweet new year surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not the case.  I'm actually thinking "auto-delete".  This AF has been very painful and heavy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, my BCPs cause high cholesterol, which I found out a couple months ago that I have and need to deal with.  I have decided not to take them while I try to get my cholesterol down.  I have a recheck in March, so we'll see then.  I am not actively ttc.  Hell, I don't have the time for such events.  I do however, have a glimpse of hope thriving through me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in my last post, I think I'm ready.  But, I'm really just enjoying Rylan's mommy and watching him grow into a great little guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little better getting that out. Thanks for listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-5566126332840269341?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5566126332840269341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=5566126332840269341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5566126332840269341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5566126332840269341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/warning-there-are-no-rylan-pics-in-this.html' title='Warning: There are no Rylan pics in this post, and it might get personal'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-8671993455844224243</id><published>2010-01-07T09:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:11:47.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to quote one of my comments (thank you all for them) from Misti: "being a parent means you are magical and can do anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that statement, thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-8671993455844224243?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8671993455844224243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=8671993455844224243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/8671993455844224243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/8671993455844224243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wanted-to-quote-one-of-my-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-5896763912233008707</id><published>2010-01-05T18:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:51:49.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready...... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe's mostly there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan's not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it, but at the same time that's all I can do.  We don't have the space in our house. We'd have to buy a bigger vehicle.  What would I do about work?  Why in the hell did I get rid of all of Ry's stuff????  Can it even be done?  It's like I'm living in some fairy tale world where it'll "just happen".  Am I being stingy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid that Rylan will think that we felt he wasn't enough.  But, truthfully he is SO INSANELY OUT-OF-THIS-WORLD AMAZING that I want to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified at the thought that he will be all alone if something were (or when it is) happen to Joe and I.  I want him to have someone to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time I think of trying, I feel like I'm letting Rylan down.  If my intentions are so good and innocent, why do I feel so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-5896763912233008707?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5896763912233008707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=5896763912233008707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5896763912233008707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5896763912233008707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-5925583221982180939</id><published>2009-12-26T07:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T07:19:51.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SzX9efrQ-yI/AAAAAAAABIc/UJvYulObOGE/s1600-h/IMG_5463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SzX9efrQ-yI/AAAAAAAABIc/UJvYulObOGE/s320/IMG_5463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419516426951129890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SzX9eDcPygI/AAAAAAAABIU/LGqxqB9oU6o/s1600-h/IMG_5485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SzX9eDcPygI/AAAAAAAABIU/LGqxqB9oU6o/s320/IMG_5485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419516419371944450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SzX9dtSubLI/AAAAAAAABIM/3UEAkQEmqmE/s1600-h/IMG_5511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SzX9dtSubLI/AAAAAAAABIM/3UEAkQEmqmE/s320/IMG_5511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419516413426429106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Rylan had a wonderful Christmas!  He made out better than a bandit!  :-)  With Joe and I, 6 grandparents, aunts and uncles, and other family and friends I hope he doesn't get spoiled.  These are just a couple of pics from our Christmas morning at home. We had to tell Rylan that mommy and daddy bought the presents so he would at least consider opening them.  He is still not sure about the big red fat guy.  It took us a half an hour to convince him that it was okay.  Poor thing didn't want to even sit next to the tree! But, once he figured it out, he hopped right on his new drum kit and banged away. He even knew to use the foot pedal at the same time!  He had to perform for Bob and Pat. ;-)  The last pic is of his digital camera.  He took pictures all day!  Too many gifts to even try to list.   Got to see all of our immediate families, except my youngest BIL, but we are hoping to see him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say that I'm truly blessed, I mean it.  It is not just a phrase to add to a blog post.  I have a wonderful family in Joe, and Rylan, and our two fur babies, my parents and sibs, their significant others and children, and my in-laws, and our extended families and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a truly great Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-5925583221982180939?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5925583221982180939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=5925583221982180939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5925583221982180939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5925583221982180939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/rylan-had-wonderful-christmas-he-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SzX9efrQ-yI/AAAAAAAABIc/UJvYulObOGE/s72-c/IMG_5463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6993830254697509358</id><published>2009-12-19T11:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:40:11.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sy0Ask0TtdI/AAAAAAAABGA/73t226S9lGc/s1600-h/IMG_5372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sy0Ask0TtdI/AAAAAAAABGA/73t226S9lGc/s320/IMG_5372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416986692593890770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sy0As-7C0qI/AAAAAAAABGI/OqetBdv1-Xk/s1600-h/IMG_5385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sy0As-7C0qI/AAAAAAAABGI/OqetBdv1-Xk/s320/IMG_5385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416986699601466018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sy0AtKPNR9I/AAAAAAAABGQ/MqlXyAAJ0Yc/s1600-h/IMG_5395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sy0At1sTP6I/AAAAAAAABGg/bx31cGrBbag/s320/IMG_5391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416986714303578018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-6993830254697509358?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6993830254697509358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6993830254697509358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6993830254697509358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6993830254697509358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow day!'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/Sy0Ask0TtdI/AAAAAAAABGA/73t226S9lGc/s72-c/IMG_5372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-3370216958522690031</id><published>2009-12-17T06:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T06:51:46.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Read to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SyobQIW7NZI/AAAAAAAABHk/ZY8PHNyaI1I/s1600-h/IMG_5210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SyobQIW7NZI/AAAAAAAABHk/ZY8PHNyaI1I/s320/IMG_5210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416171465801938322" 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/26347323-3370216958522690031?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3370216958522690031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=3370216958522690031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3370216958522690031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3370216958522690031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/read-to-me.html' title='Read to me'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SyobQIW7NZI/AAAAAAAABHk/ZY8PHNyaI1I/s72-c/IMG_5210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-870369874276796941</id><published>2009-12-10T16:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:34:50.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eewww!</title><content type='html'>I just found 2 year old breast milk in the freezer... Dated 12-04-07.  Need to remember to clean out the freezer soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-870369874276796941?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/870369874276796941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=870369874276796941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/870369874276796941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/870369874276796941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/eewww.html' title='Eewww!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-1067839232102985813</id><published>2009-12-03T19:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:36:52.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents Under The Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SxhYGX8SvSI/AAAAAAAABHY/lbFN5LWOZrA/s1600-h/IMG_5188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SxhYGX8SvSI/AAAAAAAABHY/lbFN5LWOZrA/s320/IMG_5188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411171818815012130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The past few days we have been explaining about Santa putting the presents under the tree to Rylan. Much to our surprise, this afternoon he started gathering our dish towels and aprons from the baker's rack, and running out of the kitchen to the living room.  Just a few seconds later he would return for another arm load.  Then, he called for me to come see.  "Momma!" (points to direction of the tree and smiles)   He wanted to make sure we had presents under our tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;So cute!  We are truly blessed!  :-)  &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/26347323-1067839232102985813?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1067839232102985813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=1067839232102985813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1067839232102985813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1067839232102985813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/presents-under-tree.html' title='Presents Under The Tree'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SxhYGX8SvSI/AAAAAAAABHY/lbFN5LWOZrA/s72-c/IMG_5188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-2000251282066090643</id><published>2009-11-12T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:33:10.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover with Trayvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend my friend Trayvin came over to spend the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzSOWzL0yI/AAAAAAAABF0/LAvFJan4xlI/s1600-h/IMG_4980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzSOWzL0yI/AAAAAAAABF0/LAvFJan4xlI/s320/IMG_4980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403424797018018594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Racing down the ramps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzR2ym5LsI/AAAAAAAABFk/UzEDX042ZX8/s1600-h/IMG_4989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzR2ym5LsI/AAAAAAAABFk/UzEDX042ZX8/s320/IMG_4989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403424392165797570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzR2sqkaSI/AAAAAAAABFc/AtMZ1opUPPI/s1600-h/IMG_5010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzR2sqkaSI/AAAAAAAABFc/AtMZ1opUPPI/s320/IMG_5010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403424390570600738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tandem on the trike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzR2fP6quI/AAAAAAAABFU/AxRJSyPGP3s/s1600-h/IMG_5013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzR2fP6quI/AAAAAAAABFU/AxRJSyPGP3s/s320/IMG_5013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403424386969152226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzR2PUqCOI/AAAAAAAABFM/LNUMS8B70JE/s1600-h/IMG_5017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzR2PUqCOI/AAAAAAAABFM/LNUMS8B70JE/s320/IMG_5017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403424382694066402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You found us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzR1wsxdmI/AAAAAAAABFE/yixPS-R6ak0/s1600-h/IMG_5019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzR1wsxdmI/AAAAAAAABFE/yixPS-R6ak0/s320/IMG_5019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403424374473717346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing Trayvin my fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzSOGKIM8I/AAAAAAAABFs/7sBiPbzrNos/s1600-h/IMG_5008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzSOGKIM8I/AAAAAAAABFs/7sBiPbzrNos/s320/IMG_5008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403424792550847426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catching some Bob before bed&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/26347323-2000251282066090643?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2000251282066090643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=2000251282066090643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2000251282066090643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2000251282066090643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleepover-with-trayvin.html' title='Sleepover with Trayvin'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzSOWzL0yI/AAAAAAAABF0/LAvFJan4xlI/s72-c/IMG_4980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-2911734756835478553</id><published>2009-11-12T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:21:01.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The spatula of death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzQfOhPfTI/AAAAAAAABE8/GL2wKD3fgw0/s1600-h/IMG_4796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzQfOhPfTI/AAAAAAAABE8/GL2wKD3fgw0/s320/IMG_4796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403422887829798194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-2911734756835478553?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2911734756835478553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=2911734756835478553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2911734756835478553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2911734756835478553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/spatula-of-death.html' title='The spatula of death'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/SvzQfOhPfTI/AAAAAAAABE8/GL2wKD3fgw0/s72-c/IMG_4796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-1108809080288406409</id><published>2009-11-02T08:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:32:08.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylan's Second Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7lJ8ls70I/AAAAAAAABE0/qMD5ZWT2nUU/s1600-h/IMG_4820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399504962309648194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7lJ8ls70I/AAAAAAAABE0/qMD5ZWT2nUU/s320/IMG_4820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rylan's cake turned out quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7lJv2r1_I/AAAAAAAABEs/Zi_e8TOiLgU/s1600-h/IMG_4822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399504958891218930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7lJv2r1_I/AAAAAAAABEs/Zi_e8TOiLgU/s320/IMG_4822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday boy arrives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7lJZmKZjI/AAAAAAAABEk/5WjPMr7L3Hk/s1600-h/IMG_4826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399504952916338226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7lJZmKZjI/AAAAAAAABEk/5WjPMr7L3Hk/s320/IMG_4826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready to party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7lJHvIyqI/AAAAAAAABEc/cVHD5k4B-os/s1600-h/IMG_4837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399504948122143394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7lJHvIyqI/AAAAAAAABEc/cVHD5k4B-os/s320/IMG_4837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pin the jellyfish on the net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7lJFKMCaI/AAAAAAAABEU/HmsOttXrPm0/s1600-h/IMG_4848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399504947430295970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7lJFKMCaI/AAAAAAAABEU/HmsOttXrPm0/s320/IMG_4848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pinata smashing time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7kfgTXWGI/AAAAAAAABEM/AHazQrf4cWY/s1600-h/IMG_4881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399504233162037346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7kfgTXWGI/AAAAAAAABEM/AHazQrf4cWY/s320/IMG_4881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We get to &lt;em&gt;eat this&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7kfePMbhI/AAAAAAAABEE/FJld8lOVEUI/s1600-h/IMG_4883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399504232607673874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7kfePMbhI/AAAAAAAABEE/FJld8lOVEUI/s320/IMG_4883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blowing out my candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7kfXQ9XuI/AAAAAAAABD8/nBfFbQgtHUA/s1600-h/IMG_4895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399504230736027362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7kfXQ9XuI/AAAAAAAABD8/nBfFbQgtHUA/s320/IMG_4895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opening presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7ke8KwL0I/AAAAAAAABD0/9k3QPa7azTc/s1600-h/IMG_4934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399504223462240066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7ke8KwL0I/AAAAAAAABD0/9k3QPa7azTc/s320/IMG_4934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can I play with them now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7kelEIKvI/AAAAAAAABDs/tcClo5oEjMk/s1600-h/IMG_4941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399504217260436210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7kelEIKvI/AAAAAAAABDs/tcClo5oEjMk/s320/IMG_4941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, that's a huge toy box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7jMFg8-ZI/AAAAAAAABDk/__XgkxwwSIU/s1600-h/IMG_4957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399502800042129810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7jMFg8-ZI/AAAAAAAABDk/__XgkxwwSIU/s320/IMG_4957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharing my balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7jL5wLvxI/AAAAAAAABDc/id7EIj3RAkc/s1600-h/IMG_4964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399502796884786962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7jL5wLvxI/AAAAAAAABDc/id7EIj3RAkc/s320/IMG_4964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Party's that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7jLjF_chI/AAAAAAAABDU/JwMH7wxfCfo/s1600-h/IMG_4969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399502790802240018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7jLjF_chI/AAAAAAAABDU/JwMH7wxfCfo/s320/IMG_4969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At home finally playing with my new toys (and still sporting my '2' shirt!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7jLQCAPmI/AAAAAAAABDM/tQae5qCeAEc/s1600-h/IMG_4975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399502785685241442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7jLQCAPmI/AAAAAAAABDM/tQae5qCeAEc/s320/IMG_4975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7jLO5a18I/AAAAAAAABDE/GBXvQ1jAnPs/s1600-h/IMG_4978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399502785380800450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7jLO5a18I/AAAAAAAABDE/GBXvQ1jAnPs/s320/IMG_4978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crashing cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-1108809080288406409?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1108809080288406409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=1108809080288406409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1108809080288406409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1108809080288406409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/rylans-second-birthday-party.html' title='Rylan&apos;s Second Birthday Party'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/Su7lJ8ls70I/AAAAAAAABE0/qMD5ZWT2nUU/s72-c/IMG_4820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-4390680494637034083</id><published>2009-11-01T05:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T05:33:20.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's 2!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAPPY 2nd BIRTHDAY RYLAN CHASE!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Photos to come!&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/26347323-4390680494637034083?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4390680494637034083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=4390680494637034083' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4390680494637034083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4390680494637034083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/hes-2.html' title='He&apos;s 2!!!!!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-7511342014177732562</id><published>2009-10-31T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:16:09.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Eve-  2 years ago.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SuzEf5ObR-I/AAAAAAAABHQ/hPWWIhRudRQ/s1600-h/P4192991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SuzEf5ObR-I/AAAAAAAABHQ/hPWWIhRudRQ/s320/P4192991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398906105526700002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rylan's Momma looked like this!  2 years later our home is filled with many different anticipations.  Our love for our little guy has grown more than either of us could have ever imagined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, our little Roo, Happy Birthday Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't believe he will be 2 years old tomorrow!)&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/26347323-7511342014177732562?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7511342014177732562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=7511342014177732562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7511342014177732562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7511342014177732562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-eve-2-years-ago.html' title='Birthday Eve-  2 years ago.....'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SuzEf5ObR-I/AAAAAAAABHQ/hPWWIhRudRQ/s72-c/P4192991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-7718782557631785787</id><published>2009-10-29T23:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:13:37.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Supl6OSl6AI/AAAAAAAABC8/H_fd-Z1Rcow/s1600-h/IMG_4738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Supl6OSl6AI/AAAAAAAABC8/H_fd-Z1Rcow/s320/IMG_4738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398239154299856898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trick or treat, eh? I think I can handle this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Supl5tqje2I/AAAAAAAABC0/nSW7RuRkXag/s1600-h/IMG_4751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Supl5tqje2I/AAAAAAAABC0/nSW7RuRkXag/s320/IMG_4751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398239145541991266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granny and I going over our our game plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Supl5jWClYI/AAAAAAAABCs/LcP-oPap3Ko/s1600-h/IMG_4773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Supl5jWClYI/AAAAAAAABCs/LcP-oPap3Ko/s320/IMG_4773.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398239142771594626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monkey business with Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Supl5O1_06I/AAAAAAAABCk/ief8c-M2y5s/s1600-h/IMG_4785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Supl5O1_06I/AAAAAAAABCk/ief8c-M2y5s/s320/IMG_4785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398239137268487074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eyes on the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Supl40p6RrI/AAAAAAAABCc/yV5W5LfnEb0/s1600-h/100_3713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Supl40p6RrI/AAAAAAAABCc/yV5W5LfnEb0/s320/100_3713.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398239130238469810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy and Daddy's little monkey!&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/26347323-7718782557631785787?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7718782557631785787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=7718782557631785787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7718782557631785787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7718782557631785787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/Supl6OSl6AI/AAAAAAAABC8/H_fd-Z1Rcow/s72-c/IMG_4738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-5813829672510645953</id><published>2009-10-26T08:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:45:21.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving my pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWWs5MKnqI/AAAAAAAABCU/VlJ1YJM-SEQ/s1600-h/IMG_4669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396885426483666594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWWs5MKnqI/AAAAAAAABCU/VlJ1YJM-SEQ/s320/IMG_4669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's a big pumpkin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWT3jO2nlI/AAAAAAAABAM/ls3rPZnXHfM/s1600-h/IMG_4673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396882311033036370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWT3jO2nlI/AAAAAAAABAM/ls3rPZnXHfM/s320/IMG_4673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This seems to be a pretty good handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWT4Lw06jI/AAAAAAAABAU/_F2fiUNQlT8/s1600-h/IMG_4674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396882321912949298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWT4Lw06jI/AAAAAAAABAU/_F2fiUNQlT8/s320/IMG_4674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's inside this thing, anyhow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWT4Dl70-I/AAAAAAAABAc/2rEWg8V5il8/s1600-h/IMG_4677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396882319719781346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWT4Dl70-I/AAAAAAAABAc/2rEWg8V5il8/s320/IMG_4677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this stuff? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWT4rWI4NI/AAAAAAAABAk/6lWDUKNIJJY/s1600-h/IMG_4679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396882330390946002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWT4rWI4NI/AAAAAAAABAk/6lWDUKNIJJY/s320/IMG_4679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blagh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWT43-fEhI/AAAAAAAABAs/dArfJ-e0ht8/s1600-h/IMG_4681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396882333781398034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWT43-fEhI/AAAAAAAABAs/dArfJ-e0ht8/s320/IMG_4681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made Mommy do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWU1kGU0TI/AAAAAAAABA0/cU3sk_kIUs0/s1600-h/IMG_4684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396883376417591602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWU1kGU0TI/AAAAAAAABA0/cU3sk_kIUs0/s320/IMG_4684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I helped her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWU2FPKTsI/AAAAAAAABA8/6-jRqFXlpxE/s1600-h/IMG_4685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396883385313021634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWU2FPKTsI/AAAAAAAABA8/6-jRqFXlpxE/s320/IMG_4685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Concentrating is easier with your tongue out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWU2jDkhUI/AAAAAAAABBE/Li7RShDhY78/s1600-h/IMG_4687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396883393317471554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWU2jDkhUI/AAAAAAAABBE/Li7RShDhY78/s320/IMG_4687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this goes back on here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWU3H1Gn0I/AAAAAAAABBM/KnMPCZ8c7wk/s1600-h/IMG_4693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396883403188903746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWU3H1Gn0I/AAAAAAAABBM/KnMPCZ8c7wk/s320/IMG_4693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wait, that wasn't lined up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWU3T_iHrI/AAAAAAAABBU/UyKU2CfY1ls/s1600-h/IMG_4697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396883406453874354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWU3T_iHrI/AAAAAAAABBU/UyKU2CfY1ls/s320/IMG_4697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It goes like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWVznIpb7I/AAAAAAAABBc/0h4qYV3IOcA/s1600-h/IMG_4698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396884442384527282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWVznIpb7I/AAAAAAAABBc/0h4qYV3IOcA/s320/IMG_4698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now where did that face I drew go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWV0EHGAxI/AAAAAAAABBk/FG22Bl9eEbs/s1600-h/IMG_4701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396884450162639634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWV0EHGAxI/AAAAAAAABBk/FG22Bl9eEbs/s320/IMG_4701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All done? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWV0d9D8MI/AAAAAAAABBs/0We8lOMRs5U/s1600-h/IMG_4703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396884457099882690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWV0d9D8MI/AAAAAAAABBs/0We8lOMRs5U/s320/IMG_4703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made Daddy do it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWV0jCym4I/AAAAAAAABB0/1u_EJr2tzlw/s1600-h/IMG_4716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396884458466089858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWV0jCym4I/AAAAAAAABB0/1u_EJr2tzlw/s320/IMG_4716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's a happy pumpkin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWV1AH4u_I/AAAAAAAABB8/VLzC3C5CTJM/s1600-h/IMG_4718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396884466272091122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWV1AH4u_I/AAAAAAAABB8/VLzC3C5CTJM/s320/IMG_4718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's smiling at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWWKIqtorI/AAAAAAAABCE/QnoWEnlMf9Q/s1600-h/IMG_4721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396884829342900914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWWKIqtorI/AAAAAAAABCE/QnoWEnlMf9Q/s320/IMG_4721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's something in there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWWKW-_P8I/AAAAAAAABCM/mmr-xR2OEAo/s1600-h/IMG_4725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396884833186037698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWWKW-_P8I/AAAAAAAABCM/mmr-xR2OEAo/s320/IMG_4725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, that's pretty cool! &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;/div&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/26347323-5813829672510645953?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5813829672510645953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=5813829672510645953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5813829672510645953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5813829672510645953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/carving-my-pumpkin.html' title='Carving my pumpkin'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/SuWWs5MKnqI/AAAAAAAABCU/VlJ1YJM-SEQ/s72-c/IMG_4669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-7912411993443827884</id><published>2009-10-19T22:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:14:42.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking Pumpkins with my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0ciSEctiI/AAAAAAAAA-8/aufFVBlXIDg/s1600-h/IMG_4555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394499303951349282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0ciSEctiI/AAAAAAAAA-8/aufFVBlXIDg/s320/IMG_4555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're going to get pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0ci6eAhxI/AAAAAAAAA_E/iNIMfd90gZU/s1600-h/IMG_4573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394499314795972370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0ci6eAhxI/AAAAAAAAA_E/iNIMfd90gZU/s320/IMG_4573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's a lot of pumpkins. How about this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0cjuYSDiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/m2aN78LWvC8/s1600-h/IMG_4586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394499328730598946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0cjuYSDiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/m2aN78LWvC8/s320/IMG_4586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey Mom, we're being rotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0cj5g0SUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/QCHzP3fqY2E/s1600-h/IMG_4597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394499331719186754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0cj5g0SUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/QCHzP3fqY2E/s320/IMG_4597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaking of our moms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0dhfH7yQI/AAAAAAAAA_c/BoI7j-PwxeI/s1600-h/IMG_4608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394500389787388162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0dhfH7yQI/AAAAAAAAA_c/BoI7j-PwxeI/s320/IMG_4608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Son, put your tongue back in your mouth for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0diHbHvBI/AAAAAAAAA_k/HnuJX4K6qSY/s1600-h/IMG_4609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394500400605281298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0diHbHvBI/AAAAAAAAA_k/HnuJX4K6qSY/s320/IMG_4609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0dihsh20I/AAAAAAAAA_s/SlUF51ZepF8/s1600-h/IMG_4610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394500407657618242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0dihsh20I/AAAAAAAAA_s/SlUF51ZepF8/s320/IMG_4610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our tongues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0djCGW3VI/AAAAAAAAA_0/BJAqQz00f0o/s1600-h/IMG_4622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394500416355884370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/St0djCGW3VI/AAAAAAAAA_0/BJAqQz00f0o/s320/IMG_4622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little sunflower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-7912411993443827884?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7912411993443827884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=7912411993443827884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7912411993443827884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7912411993443827884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/picking-pumpkins-with-my-friend.html' title='Picking Pumpkins with my friend'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/St0ciSEctiI/AAAAAAAAA-8/aufFVBlXIDg/s72-c/IMG_4555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-622976901774132065</id><published>2009-10-06T16:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:14:00.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsukRj9e3EI/AAAAAAAABHI/ZBs3NEVK-kA/s1600-h/IMG_4303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsukRj9e3EI/AAAAAAAABHI/ZBs3NEVK-kA/s320/IMG_4303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389582000696777794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;At least he is putting his toys up when he's finished playing with them... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/26347323-622976901774132065?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/622976901774132065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=622976901774132065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/622976901774132065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/622976901774132065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-least-he-is-putting-his-toys-up-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsukRj9e3EI/AAAAAAAABHI/ZBs3NEVK-kA/s72-c/IMG_4303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-4929366449573877604</id><published>2009-10-04T15:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:14:23.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsjzyuTrmiI/AAAAAAAABHA/Bzsq0qbyrAI/s1600-h/IMG_4294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsjzyuTrmiI/AAAAAAAABHA/Bzsq0qbyrAI/s320/IMG_4294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388825006898387490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsjzyJT2jlI/AAAAAAAABG4/b6ySLxECRt8/s1600-h/IMG_4293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsjzyJT2jlI/AAAAAAAABG4/b6ySLxECRt8/s320/IMG_4293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388824996966993490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Ssjzxy8VVJI/AAAAAAAABGw/I7ETcULFbqU/s1600-h/IMG_4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Ssjzxy8VVJI/AAAAAAAABGw/I7ETcULFbqU/s320/IMG_4292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388824990962766994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Napping in my big boy spongebob toddler bed. WOO-HOO!  :-) &lt;/span&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/26347323-4929366449573877604?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4929366449573877604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=4929366449573877604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4929366449573877604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4929366449573877604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/nap-time.html' title='Nap Time'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsjzyuTrmiI/AAAAAAAABHA/Bzsq0qbyrAI/s72-c/IMG_4294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-864970441919558014</id><published>2009-10-01T15:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:44:02.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dozen Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3327/583/640/Homecoming%20%2797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 461px; height: 640px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3327/583/640/Homecoming%20%2797.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;12 years ago today, Angie asked me to save her a dance at Homecoming - and I upped the ante to dating. She's still putting up with me to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Angie, I love you, and I want to thank you for the dozen years you've given me; and ask you:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will you still go out with me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-864970441919558014?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/864970441919558014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=864970441919558014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/864970441919558014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/864970441919558014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/dozen-years-ago.html' title='A Dozen Years Ago'/><author><name>Joe</name><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-26347323.post-7325796471806306152</id><published>2009-09-29T17:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:20:03.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kite Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsKFY7ti0dI/AAAAAAAABGY/KOE5tNpYNJM/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsKFY7ti0dI/AAAAAAAABGY/KOE5tNpYNJM/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387014767680606674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsKFZD6iuUI/AAAAAAAABGg/vr6cR8bxLH0/s1600-h/DSC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsKFZD6iuUI/AAAAAAAABGg/vr6cR8bxLH0/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387014769882609986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsKFYf1j99I/AAAAAAAABGQ/gvcbjYTEi8g/s1600-h/DSC_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsKFYf1j99I/AAAAAAAABGQ/gvcbjYTEi8g/s320/DSC_0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387014760198043602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsKF9DWZq-I/AAAAAAAABGo/zbaOcCVZiiQ/s1600-h/DSC_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsKF9DWZq-I/AAAAAAAABGo/zbaOcCVZiiQ/s320/DSC_0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387015388206312418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, he is actually flying the kite all by himself!  That is our neighbor girl standing him.  Her mom, Misty is responsible for the wonderful photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsKFX7I6yfI/AAAAAAAABGI/PveZ3APxRNk/s1600-h/IMG_4246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsKFX7I6yfI/AAAAAAAABGI/PveZ3APxRNk/s320/IMG_4246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387014750347119090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our October pic.  Believe it or not, he was actually given these stickers!  Crazy free luvin'- hippy parents..  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-7325796471806306152?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7325796471806306152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=7325796471806306152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7325796471806306152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7325796471806306152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/09/kite-flying.html' title='Kite Flying'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SsKFY7ti0dI/AAAAAAAABGY/KOE5tNpYNJM/s72-c/DSC_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-7674469607776086130</id><published>2009-09-01T15:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:20:43.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting my cousin, by Rylan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sp1yXC2MALI/AAAAAAAAA-0/gC5wkv1i-g4/s1600-h/IMG_3712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376579270376947890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sp1yXC2MALI/AAAAAAAAA-0/gC5wkv1i-g4/s320/IMG_3712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to feed myself now that I'm not the only grandkid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sp1yWUNs4YI/AAAAAAAAA-s/WOz0K3eksx4/s1600-h/IMG_3776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376579257859105154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sp1yWUNs4YI/AAAAAAAAA-s/WOz0K3eksx4/s320/IMG_3776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least Grumpy got my joke. Amelia didn't even laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sp1yWNG5oSI/AAAAAAAAA-k/G9nkMyCodKE/s1600-h/IMG_3778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376579255951532322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sp1yWNG5oSI/AAAAAAAAA-k/G9nkMyCodKE/s320/IMG_3778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is kinda cute, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sp1yVnR1HnI/AAAAAAAAA-c/0W_li6pkw48/s1600-h/IMG_3812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376579245796826738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sp1yVnR1HnI/AAAAAAAAA-c/0W_li6pkw48/s320/IMG_3812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jellyfish, eh? Where's the peanutbutterfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sp1yVCvbfiI/AAAAAAAAA-U/l3C18fiiZwU/s1600-h/IMG_3820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376579235988864546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sp1yVCvbfiI/AAAAAAAAA-U/l3C18fiiZwU/s320/IMG_3820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All this visiting wears me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sp1xm6GFjDI/AAAAAAAAA-M/CbyKAvQgvTA/s1600-h/IMG_3948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376578443393993778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sp1xm6GFjDI/AAAAAAAAA-M/CbyKAvQgvTA/s320/IMG_3948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's okay. My mommy still loves me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-7674469607776086130?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7674469607776086130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=7674469607776086130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7674469607776086130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7674469607776086130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/09/visiting-my-cousin-by-rylan.html' title='Visiting my cousin, by Rylan'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/Sp1yXC2MALI/AAAAAAAAA-0/gC5wkv1i-g4/s72-c/IMG_3712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-3522485237359094954</id><published>2009-08-30T07:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:59:06.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Never Any Time</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for my lack of posting.  I started a new job and my masters all in the same week!  I've been a little over loaded lately.  Missing my baby is so hard.  His grandparents watch him for us, which is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mainly wanted to document that Rylan's crib in broken down and in storage.  He absolutely will NOT sleep in it anymore, so there was no point in keeping it up.  We tried to purchase a toddler bed yesterday, but realized that we will need a truck to get the box home.  Something to put on the list for next weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did however, buy another  car seat.  I was prepared to just walk in and get another of the same we have.  (With me working, having just one car seat really isn't an option anymore)  But, Joe persuaded me to get the same brand, but one that converts into a booster seat.  It still has the same five point harness, and he fits in it well.  Plus it was about $100 cheaper, so we went that route. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two big steps in one day.  Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-3522485237359094954?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3522485237359094954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=3522485237359094954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3522485237359094954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3522485237359094954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-never-any-time.html' title='There&apos;s Never Any Time'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-4007831027349111969</id><published>2009-08-14T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T07:13:03.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrilled!</title><content type='html'>Now that it's on their blog, I think it's safe to post that we have a new little niece!!!  Please go congrat the proud parents at&lt;a href="http://maryellenandsteve.wordpress.com/"&gt; http://maryellenandsteve.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave tonight for the 13 hour drive (with a toddler) to meet her.  Joe's cousin has graciously offered a bedroom for tonight which is about the half way point.  They have a little girl who is about 6 months younger than Rylan, so hopefully they'll get some time to play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I are beside ourselves with emotion!  So happy, thrilled, proud, I could go on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet our precious little niece and congratulate her PARENTS in person!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-4007831027349111969?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4007831027349111969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=4007831027349111969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4007831027349111969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4007831027349111969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/thrilled.html' title='Thrilled!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-7003487345577285361</id><published>2009-08-12T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:57:50.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SoLKK6RxvnI/AAAAAAAABF4/3baD5sbrHx0/s1600-h/IMG_3694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SoLKK6RxvnI/AAAAAAAABF4/3baD5sbrHx0/s320/IMG_3694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369075994570374770" 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/26347323-7003487345577285361?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7003487345577285361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=7003487345577285361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7003487345577285361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7003487345577285361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-boys.html' title='My Boys'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SoLKK6RxvnI/AAAAAAAABF4/3baD5sbrHx0/s72-c/IMG_3694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-2184399871105541318</id><published>2009-08-09T08:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:09:57.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sn7JkkBNMzI/AAAAAAAAA90/2M-wob_V1bM/s1600-h/IMG_3657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sn7JkkBNMzI/AAAAAAAAA90/2M-wob_V1bM/s320/IMG_3657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367949435853419314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out with Uncle Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sn7Jk1WezNI/AAAAAAAAA98/_RYImO1yE40/s1600-h/IMG_3672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sn7Jk1WezNI/AAAAAAAAA98/_RYImO1yE40/s320/IMG_3672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367949440506055890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Block stacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sn7IPsHHHDI/AAAAAAAAA9s/MhQNNDHnU9Y/s1600-h/IMG_3676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sn7IPsHHHDI/AAAAAAAAA9s/MhQNNDHnU9Y/s320/IMG_3676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367947977736789042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earning my keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sn7JlfMy-yI/AAAAAAAAA-E/I8bYEjUoJEk/s1600-h/IMG_3680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sn7JlfMy-yI/AAAAAAAAA-E/I8bYEjUoJEk/s320/IMG_3680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367949451739724578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rotten&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/26347323-2184399871105541318?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2184399871105541318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=2184399871105541318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2184399871105541318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2184399871105541318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-pictures.html' title='Some pictures'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/Sn7JkkBNMzI/AAAAAAAAA90/2M-wob_V1bM/s72-c/IMG_3657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-3776715375617922083</id><published>2009-08-09T08:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:41:08.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me or</title><content type='html'>Is everyone whose child is either Rylan's age or right around his age TTC again or already PG???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just can't nail down a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we want to try again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Rylan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;a sibling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would we need to do to get pg again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to be pg again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would we have to worry about the BT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would we afford another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would we give Rylan the attention that he deserves after #2 arrives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would we have to move?  (We have a 2 BR home...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more.  I just don't know that either of us is ready yet.  Joe has already said that he would not want to go back to the RE.  We could put the money spent on trying for another in Rylan's college fund instead or savings account instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know that now or shortly is a good time to try again.  But neither of us are demanding one way or the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-3776715375617922083?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3776715375617922083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=3776715375617922083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3776715375617922083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3776715375617922083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-it-just-me-or.html' title='Is it just me or'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-245695495216376817</id><published>2009-08-05T10:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:36:27.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPdate</title><content type='html'>I talked to my nurse this morning and told her everything.  She said that it sounds like a ruptured cyst and things should be back to normal next cycle.  But if not, to call back.  She is making a note in my chart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-245695495216376817?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/245695495216376817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=245695495216376817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/245695495216376817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/245695495216376817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='UPdate'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-2342025780672645236</id><published>2009-08-04T18:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:19:29.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Endo or Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men folk can jump down to the blue safe zone for a cute Rylan story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So, I can only assume that last week's attack was an endo episode.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But now considering my other problems or symptoms, I beginning to wonder if I should go to the doctor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;For the past few days my lady parts on the upper half have been super sore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I have had back pain for the past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cramping, though mild most of the time, for a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Those 3 symptoms alone make me think of AF, but AF was done 1.5 weeks ago.  And I'm on BCP, which eliminates most AF discomfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My question is:  does endo cause these other issues?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I forgot bloating- I've been incredibly bloated no matter what I eat or drink.   :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;**Funny Rylan story:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;HE FLIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This afternoon while I was folding laundry, Rylan was picking books from the end table next to the couch to read.  He would read them, and then go grab another.  At one point, he stood up on top of the end table.  When I told him that we do not stand on tables, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;he jumped and lunged head first into the couch.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Superman style.  If superman dived into couches face first, that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-2342025780672645236?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2342025780672645236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=2342025780672645236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2342025780672645236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2342025780672645236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-on-endo-or-whatever.html' title='More on Endo or Whatever'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-7407394904833899725</id><published>2009-08-03T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:13:18.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Protected</title><content type='html'>Though I don't post that often anymore, I have decided to go password protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family, if I have your email addy, you should be free and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All others, please leave a comment with your email addy if you wish to keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry folks, but must protect our little guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-7407394904833899725?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7407394904833899725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=7407394904833899725' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7407394904833899725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7407394904833899725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/going-protected.html' title='Going Protected'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-987594491250033330</id><published>2009-08-01T09:44:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:13:05.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!</title><content type='html'>I have wondered for quite a while when that nasty endometriosis would come bake.  Well, yesterday I got my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted, and had a long evening ahead, so when Rylan took his nap I laid down with him.  About 5 minutes (3:00pm) before Ry woke up from his nap, I felt some shooting cramp like pains.  They got more intense over the next few minutes.  By the time Ry woke up, I was in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERRIBLE&lt;/span&gt; pain.  My back started throbbing as well.  It honestly felt like I was giving birth.  I thought it would pass in a few minutes, but it didn't and Rylan needed something to drink and a bite to eat.  I stumbled to my feet, only to walk a few steps through the dining room and fall to my feet before reaching the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I having a miscarriage?  I had been on antibiotics and screwed up with my BCP last cycle..  But, there was no visible evidence- if you catch my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Rylan, I scared him.  I was in tears, couldn't walk straight,  holding my lower abdomen, leaning against anything I could find.  He started crying and holding his stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes (3:20) into it the pain was so severe I debated calling a squad- there was no way I could drive in that shape.  Instead, I called Joe (poor thing had a root canal the day before and went to work) tried to explain to him what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that I should take something for the pain.  Possibly a no brainer, but I was in so much pain that I couldn't think straight enough to process what I should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after taking the meds, it hit me like a ton of bricks: the.endo.is.back.  Effing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was in the top 4 of my list of terrible - I think I'm going to die right now- pain.  One of the worst hours I have had to get through in my ENTIRE life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 4pm I was feeling TONS better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where to go from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call my doc and explain what happened to seek other options of trying to keep the endo subsided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;Keep taking the BCP and hope that I dont' have another episode soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't thought that far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that confuses me is that when I had endo before, the pain happened during AF (or from what I remember). Which I am not having right now btw. That is why I didn't know something was wrong before I had the lap done. I just always thought that every woman had that much pain during AF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing for this to show up is un-fricking-believable.   We have been discussing when and if we wanted to try for baby #2 lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan's calling- gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-987594491250033330?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/987594491250033330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=987594491250033330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/987594491250033330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/987594491250033330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/ouch.html' title='OUCH!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-1098985085314220113</id><published>2009-07-28T10:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:58:33.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Things that have been going on or went on this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I accepted a teaching position for the '09-'10 school year.  Pretty excited, but nervous too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am starting my masters fall semester.  Again, excited, but nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Rylan runs blazing super fast, his vocabulary is growing as well as his body.  I think he grew an inch or two in the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Joe and I attended the very end of my 10 year high school reunion... We arrived 4 hours late, and left an hour later.  Good times though, I got to see some people who I haven't seen in forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Before reunion, Joe and I had a very nice meal just the two of us.  We got to have some much needed conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Joe has to have a root canal.  I'm freaked.  But I assume all will go well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My niece turned 5!  I can't believe she's starting school in a few weeks.  My nephew is 11 1/2, and we have a niece on the way any time now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's more, but those are the highlights I can remember right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan's taking a mid morning nap, something he hasn't done all summer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday I'll give you a good post.  I have a lot to think about, but not much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-1098985085314220113?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1098985085314220113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=1098985085314220113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1098985085314220113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1098985085314220113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6069407676052525216</id><published>2009-07-07T08:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:23:28.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SlM7x0sT0DI/AAAAAAAABFA/GoJ44HQcShY/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SlM7x0sT0DI/AAAAAAAABFA/GoJ44HQcShY/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355690109017772082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm the one in the middle ;-)  Trayvin is on the left with his mom, Bobbie, then daddy and I, and to the right is Dalen and his dad Travis.  My mom and Dalen's mommy were taking the pictures. Trayvin's dad was helping his cousins move into their new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the 4th of July festivities are fun.  Though it rained through the cookout mommy and daddy hosted.  It didn't matter though, I have cool parents who let me play in the rain and get covered from hair to toes in sand.  Boy, those older kids sure know how to use a shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that the fire in the sky was pretty weird.  Mom and dad taught me when to say new words like, "wow" and "cool".  At first I thought the fire was hot, so I had to blow it out.  After I realized the fire was continuing way past my bedtime, I rolled over on dad and went to sleep.  There was some big ones at the end that daddy tried to wake me up for, but I had to sleep so I could wake up bright and early to play with Trayvin on Sunday.  Silly parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-6069407676052525216?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6069407676052525216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6069407676052525216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6069407676052525216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6069407676052525216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SlM7x0sT0DI/AAAAAAAABFA/GoJ44HQcShY/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-2756115387555920980</id><published>2009-07-01T07:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:35:17.018-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 months'/><title type='text'>Exciting!</title><content type='html'>Monday evening I ordered two potty seats for Rylan.  They are both Spong.ebob, which he loves.  One is soft padded that I plan to keep here, and the other one folds up for easy traveling.  Hopefully this will offer some more encouragement! They will be here in the next 1-2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night, I ordered 3 cloth training pants from a WAHM.  I want to try them out before we get into too much $$. My MIL said that she would make some for Rylan and also show me how to do it at the same time.  I think that will be awesome, and I can get SB fabric.  Of all the cartoon characters, he had to fall for, SB!  =)  Actually, years ago, Joe and I would watch SB on the weekend mornings before the VH1 top 20 countdown came on.  Long before Rylan was thought of.  So, I guess it's just fate that he would be into SB now.  I can't remember the last time I watched the top 20 countdown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how long before the training pants arrive..  I'm awaiting an email.  I  put Rylan in a pair of cloth trainers (made by ger.ber- they're more like extra padded underwear) yesterday and he peed without telling anyone.  But it was definitely uncomfortable, because he was waddlilng around, walking very funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has not had much to do with the potty the past few days.  He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;screams and cries&lt;/span&gt; when I try to sit him on it.  He had a diaper rash on Monday, so I think that has something to do with it.  Plus, he has not been sleeping well at all lately.  I think it's&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; growth spurt&lt;/span&gt; time, with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;teething&lt;/span&gt; added on top!  Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; great summer together! &lt;/span&gt; Stopping at the park, having lunch with Daddy, playing in the yard, coloring our street and porch with sidewalk chalk, running through the sprinklers, going on morning walks with friends, gardening, and so much more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to mention that&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Rylan is 20 months old today!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-2756115387555920980?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2756115387555920980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=2756115387555920980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2756115387555920980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2756115387555920980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/07/exciting.html' title='Exciting!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-7943150375954414446</id><published>2009-06-29T08:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:01:27.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Physical signs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Is coordinated enough to walk, and even run, steadily.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHECK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Urinates a fair amount at one time.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MOSTLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Has regular, well-formed bowel movements at relatively predictable times.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GETTING THERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Has "dry" periods of at least three or four hours, which shows that his bladder muscles are developed enough to hold urine.      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHECK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behavioral signs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Can sit down quietly in one position for two to five minutes.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHECK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Can pull his pants up and down.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHECK&lt;/span&gt;, though I didn't know this until recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Dislikes the feeling of wearing a wet or dirty diaper.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NOT SURE&lt;/span&gt;, he has been telling us "pee" or "poop" for a week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Shows interest in others' bathroom habits (wants to watch you go to the bathroom or wear underwear).   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOWS SOME INTERESTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Gives a physical or verbal sign when he's having a bowel movement such as grunting, squatting, or telling you.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHECK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Demonstrates a desire for independence. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  CHECK&lt;/span&gt;, though he does like our help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Takes pride in his accomplishments.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOUBLE CHECK&lt;/span&gt;  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Isn't resistant to learning to use the toilet.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the one I'm not sure about.  He will sit on the potty for a few minutes once or twice a day, but only win HE wants to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Is in a generally cooperative stage, not a negative or contrary one.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEPENDS&lt;/span&gt; on his mood. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cognitive signs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Can follow simple instructions, such as "go get the toy." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CHECK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Understands the value of putting things where they belong.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't think we have this one down yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Has words for urine and stool.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHECK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/box.gif" /&gt; Understands the physical signals that mean he has to go and can tell you before it happens or even hold it until he has time to get to the potty.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He generally tells us afterward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be 20 months old on Wednesday, so it is still early for complete and total potty training.  Or I guess so....  What do you think?  I am ordering material to make cloth diapers, as I see pu.ll up.s as a waste of time and money.  Am I doing any damage by continuing now and should wait another month or two?  Surely it's not hurting, right?  I am going to continue trying to encourage use of the potty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hard stuff.  I thought with me being home this summer, we could get it done in a timely fashion.  I know he's very close, but maybe just not quite ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-7943150375954414446?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7943150375954414446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=7943150375954414446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7943150375954414446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7943150375954414446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/potty-business.html' title='Potty Business'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-3703758127576641139</id><published>2009-06-24T14:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:50:49.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Closeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SkJ0jfup_FI/AAAAAAAABE0/oDI8xUMZsfU/s1600-h/IMG_3278.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SkJ0jfup_FI/AAAAAAAABE0/oDI8xUMZsfU/s320/IMG_3278.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350967460431002706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this photo!  My boys (yes, that's ketchup) are both deep in thought, and at the same time, enjoying each others' touch. &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/26347323-3703758127576641139?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3703758127576641139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=3703758127576641139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3703758127576641139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3703758127576641139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/closeness.html' title='Closeness'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SkJ0jfup_FI/AAAAAAAABE0/oDI8xUMZsfU/s72-c/IMG_3278.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-481600785946086423</id><published>2009-06-16T10:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:32:47.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not strep</title><content type='html'>Upper respiratory infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.4 pounds, btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-481600785946086423?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/481600785946086423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=481600785946086423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/481600785946086423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/481600785946086423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-strep.html' title='Not strep'/><author><name>Joe</name><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-26347323.post-4307051109315808424</id><published>2009-06-16T09:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:41:44.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My friend Trayvin turned two last week. My friend Cru turned one this weekend. Each had birthday parties on Saturday, and I went and played with both of them. Poor Trayvin was sick, so we didn't take too many pictures (so he wouldn't feel even worse). It must be rough turning two. We had a barbeque and cake and ice cream (Superman!) and a good time (well, except for Trayvin, who had strep). Come to think of it, now I don't feel so well either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cru's first birthday party was fun, too. He had a luau and we went swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebxfGdqyI/AAAAAAAAA1I/DBdFAWMTRZA/s1600-h/IMG_3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347914356990257954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebxfGdqyI/AAAAAAAAA1I/DBdFAWMTRZA/s320/IMG_3077.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad was letting me swim on my own. I'm a natural, of course, but I still think Mom wanted to strangle him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebxC1RLfI/AAAAAAAAA1A/bW9H16tf7fk/s1600-h/IMG_3084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347914349401943538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebxC1RLfI/AAAAAAAAA1A/bW9H16tf7fk/s320/IMG_3084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So for Mom's sake, I tried to drown Dad. You know, just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sjebw3um4zI/AAAAAAAAA04/8bSU8Uz25QE/s1600-h/IMG_3085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347914346421216050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/Sjebw3um4zI/AAAAAAAAA04/8bSU8Uz25QE/s320/IMG_3085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feel my waves of fury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebwmmGc4I/AAAAAAAAA0w/GAx350YZkj4/s1600-h/IMG_3086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347914341822133122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebwmmGc4I/AAAAAAAAA0w/GAx350YZkj4/s320/IMG_3086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FURY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebwNPpWLI/AAAAAAAAA0o/UdyAUAFMs7g/s1600-h/IMG_3093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347914335017064626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebwNPpWLI/AAAAAAAAA0o/UdyAUAFMs7g/s320/IMG_3093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my friend Cru. Turning one must be rough too, I have trouble remembering that far back. Sometimes he looks like his dad (but that's okay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebJb4UcPI/AAAAAAAAA0g/qtuJYhClrAE/s1600-h/IMG_3126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347913668930859250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebJb4UcPI/AAAAAAAAA0g/qtuJYhClrAE/s320/IMG_3126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a sack race. I would have won, but Dad held be back so I didn't make the older kids look bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebJN1T7wI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/xIM5aUJy8DU/s1600-h/IMG_3131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347913665160146690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebJN1T7wI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/xIM5aUJy8DU/s320/IMG_3131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cru was happier when we finally decided to have cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebIsifvRI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/mnvN9voFdJE/s1600-h/IMG_3143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347913656222858514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebIsifvRI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/mnvN9voFdJE/s320/IMG_3143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I played some cornhole. I don't see what the big deal is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebIadb92I/AAAAAAAAA0I/6eNY6NN39Yo/s1600-h/IMG_3146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347913651369801570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebIadb92I/AAAAAAAAA0I/6eNY6NN39Yo/s320/IMG_3146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's not very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebIOSzbKI/AAAAAAAAA0A/v6D9kUm1Ow4/s1600-h/IMG_3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347913648103976098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebIOSzbKI/AAAAAAAAA0A/v6D9kUm1Ow4/s320/IMG_3172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am a piñata jedi master. Again, Dad held me back here. Two or three more whacks and I'd have had that penguin (&lt;em&gt;Dad's note: Yes, he probably would have. Too bad he was first in line.).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that was a busy weekend. A barbeque with friends at my house on Friday, two birthday parties on Saturday, visiting with my grandparents a little, and then wrapping it all up with having my friend over again Sunday night for dinner. It's no wonder I'm worn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad's note: Trayvin is doing much better now after seeing a doctor. Rylan is going this morning to get tested. He ran a temperature all night and into this morning (and all those other wonderful signs of illness). It doesn't seem too serious, but knowing that Trayvin had strep and stayed at our house Friday night, we're not going to take any chances. He's a trooper (and so is his mom; I think she's under the weather but sticking right with it). Uncle Vinnie is helping Angie take Rylan in this morning, and I hope everything goes well. I'll keep you posted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/26347323-4307051109315808424?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4307051109315808424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=4307051109315808424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4307051109315808424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4307051109315808424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/tale-of-two-birthdays.html' title='A Tale of Two Birthdays'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/SjebxfGdqyI/AAAAAAAAA1I/DBdFAWMTRZA/s72-c/IMG_3077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-5523315315115173330</id><published>2009-06-16T08:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:05:52.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ranger Joe here. Rylan and his Mom have been enjoying the few days it hasn't rained outside, playing in the dirt, the sand, the grass, and having parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeVAyC6HbI/AAAAAAAAAz4/RL-pAhrcKsA/s1600-h/IMG_2826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347906923192262066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeVAyC6HbI/AAAAAAAAAz4/RL-pAhrcKsA/s320/IMG_2826.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shoveling is serious work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeVAq9mXpI/AAAAAAAAAzw/FvUFPiykrr0/s1600-h/IMG_2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347906921290948242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeVAq9mXpI/AAAAAAAAAzw/FvUFPiykrr0/s320/IMG_2857.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is usually the view we get of Rylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeVAAClOPI/AAAAAAAAAzo/k0A_8XY57P4/s1600-h/IMG_2873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347906909769119986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeVAAClOPI/AAAAAAAAAzo/k0A_8XY57P4/s320/IMG_2873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's helping fix the concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeU_tTjYtI/AAAAAAAAAzg/CIUT4Rg09NY/s1600-h/IMG_2875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347906904740029138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeU_tTjYtI/AAAAAAAAAzg/CIUT4Rg09NY/s320/IMG_2875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes, I think he's posing for his future record deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeU_fcF6iI/AAAAAAAAAzY/EreJl1TjvqE/s1600-h/IMG_2877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347906901017750050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeU_fcF6iI/AAAAAAAAAzY/EreJl1TjvqE/s320/IMG_2877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Mom mentioned strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeUUmvx5jI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/dw_jRcxKrxA/s1600-h/IMG_2883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347906164244997682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeUUmvx5jI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/dw_jRcxKrxA/s320/IMG_2883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some things require a closer inspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeUUZVx-YI/AAAAAAAAAzI/3OVOdS5wkVU/s1600-h/IMG_2901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347906160646289794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeUUZVx-YI/AAAAAAAAAzI/3OVOdS5wkVU/s320/IMG_2901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeUT9H9BDI/AAAAAAAAAzA/y2q0KY3oPn4/s1600-h/IMG_2938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347906153072100402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeUT9H9BDI/AAAAAAAAAzA/y2q0KY3oPn4/s320/IMG_2938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Believe it or not, he still smiles; as seen in this rare photographic evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeUTdd6r6I/AAAAAAAAAy4/lHWEmK19fw0/s1600-h/IMG_2953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347906144574287778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeUTdd6r6I/AAAAAAAAAy4/lHWEmK19fw0/s320/IMG_2953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating sand. Because that's what it's for, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeUTOf_avI/AAAAAAAAAyw/vofiPeq4stU/s1600-h/IMG_2962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347906140556454642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeUTOf_avI/AAAAAAAAAyw/vofiPeq4stU/s320/IMG_2962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See Grandma? That's a real tear. Mom made me eat sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeTxPnwasI/AAAAAAAAAyo/mYkyrPMUAAE/s1600-h/IMG_3024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347905556741909186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeTxPnwasI/AAAAAAAAAyo/mYkyrPMUAAE/s320/IMG_3024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All that sand needs washing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeTwzpW5aI/AAAAAAAAAyg/CmmkhELhByo/s1600-h/IMG_3033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347905549232432546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeTwzpW5aI/AAAAAAAAAyg/CmmkhELhByo/s320/IMG_3033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had some friends over (Melody and Dave here) and they really liked his swingset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeTwbRXU5I/AAAAAAAAAyY/qIvt9XJLWyw/s1600-h/IMG_3035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347905542689346450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeTwbRXU5I/AAAAAAAAAyY/qIvt9XJLWyw/s320/IMG_3035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trayvin (just had a birthday, 2!) and Rylan working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeTwNaSI3I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ZQI6TUirdJo/s1600-h/IMG_3040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347905538968658802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeTwNaSI3I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ZQI6TUirdJo/s320/IMG_3040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chuck and Lisa (she's the one on the left) posing for Angie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeTv7wXAQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/XzRvMocJ-0k/s1600-h/IMG_3047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347905534229414146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeTv7wXAQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/XzRvMocJ-0k/s320/IMG_3047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rylan and Trayvin running from me, for some reason or other, or no reason at all; which of course are the best ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, I think Rylan and his Mom are enjoying their summer of 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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/26347323-5523315315115173330?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5523315315115173330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=5523315315115173330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5523315315115173330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5523315315115173330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/playing-in-yard.html' title='Playing in the yard'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeVAyC6HbI/AAAAAAAAAz4/RL-pAhrcKsA/s72-c/IMG_2826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6745803977271655580</id><published>2009-06-16T08:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:41:16.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi everybody. I've been a busy boy, so I'm just now getting to showing you some more pictures from my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeQRdbjoKI/AAAAAAAAAyA/QUdrP_ohc0k/s1600-h/IMG_2520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347901712158138530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeQRdbjoKI/AAAAAAAAAyA/QUdrP_ohc0k/s320/IMG_2520.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ride down was all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeQRKyrF_I/AAAAAAAAAx4/woez2Gbb1fg/s1600-h/IMG_2531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347901707154823154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeQRKyrF_I/AAAAAAAAAx4/woez2Gbb1fg/s320/IMG_2531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad wouldn't let me run through the waves like they do on baywatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeQQzNyh6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/XXsBw-DRiPU/s1600-h/IMG_2533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347901700826105762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeQQzNyh6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/XXsBw-DRiPU/s320/IMG_2533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woah. That's some serious surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeQQnppxBI/AAAAAAAAAxo/YXuf-WVV2CI/s1600-h/IMG_2553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347901697721746450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeQQnppxBI/AAAAAAAAAxo/YXuf-WVV2CI/s320/IMG_2553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom's pretty fun sometimes, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeQQLBXYYI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0EkxUoFx7QI/s1600-h/IMG_2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347901690036576642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeQQLBXYYI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0EkxUoFx7QI/s320/IMG_2583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll bet whoever broke all these shells is in a lot of trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePwy5ZGrI/AAAAAAAAAxY/7NpX9HGyE6I/s1600-h/IMG_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347901150984739506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePwy5ZGrI/AAAAAAAAAxY/7NpX9HGyE6I/s320/IMG_2603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made Dad carry the pink bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePwnrlROI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Tqb_YHXsqZA/s1600-h/IMG_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347901147974026466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePwnrlROI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Tqb_YHXsqZA/s320/IMG_2606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I set up camp for Mom and Dad in case they got tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePwXBQCVI/AAAAAAAAAxI/IAUeV7Lz2AU/s1600-h/IMG_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347901143501506898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePwXBQCVI/AAAAAAAAAxI/IAUeV7Lz2AU/s320/IMG_2611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That water tastes funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePwF4EJsI/AAAAAAAAAxA/VaGMhW0UnOA/s1600-h/IMG_2662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347901138899576514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePwF4EJsI/AAAAAAAAAxA/VaGMhW0UnOA/s320/IMG_2662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We rolled around a boardwalk and then ate some fudge. Personally, I don't know why everyone doesn't eat more fudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePviaKc1I/AAAAAAAAAw4/0_DRH93KpY0/s1600-h/IMG_2683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347901129378919250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePviaKc1I/AAAAAAAAAw4/0_DRH93KpY0/s320/IMG_2683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My eyepatch wouldn't fit, so I couldn't make a very good pirate. Bummarrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePIFqBZBI/AAAAAAAAAww/dFx_ekc07vQ/s1600-h/IMG_2692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347900451645907986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePIFqBZBI/AAAAAAAAAww/dFx_ekc07vQ/s320/IMG_2692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me at normal speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePH2X-eRI/AAAAAAAAAwo/eTH6sf3p4w4/s1600-h/IMG_2720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347900447543687442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePH2X-eRI/AAAAAAAAAwo/eTH6sf3p4w4/s320/IMG_2720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad doesn't understand basic sandcastle construction. I had to wreck his every time to show him he was doing it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePHuKl1eI/AAAAAAAAAwg/sHpBZnd4Ztw/s1600-h/IMG_2729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347900445340063202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePHuKl1eI/AAAAAAAAAwg/sHpBZnd4Ztw/s320/IMG_2729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some reason, they made me pick up those broken shells. I told you, I didn't do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePHO7-i3I/AAAAAAAAAwY/uFSVZrcPkx4/s1600-h/IMG_2758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347900436957268850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePHO7-i3I/AAAAAAAAAwY/uFSVZrcPkx4/s320/IMG_2758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They tried to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePG4sWtQI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6I0qCIfHAo0/s1600-h/IMG_2796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347900430986163458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjePG4sWtQI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6I0qCIfHAo0/s320/IMG_2796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's a warm spot right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeOe8FhFHI/AAAAAAAAAwI/YNr0vfPQ0n0/s1600-h/IMG_2807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347899744702239858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeOe8FhFHI/AAAAAAAAAwI/YNr0vfPQ0n0/s320/IMG_2807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See? More proof of my impending doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeOemIne6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/wOYOt-Mv8sI/s1600-h/IMG_2817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347899738809662370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeOemIne6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/wOYOt-Mv8sI/s320/IMG_2817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's all right, because I got to pick out the messiest doughnut the next morning. I think they were trying to make up to me for the waterslides.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-6745803977271655580?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6745803977271655580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6745803977271655580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6745803977271655580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6745803977271655580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-vacation.html' title='My vacation'/><author><name>Joe</name><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/_kEntvBF45CE/SjeQRdbjoKI/AAAAAAAAAyA/QUdrP_ohc0k/s72-c/IMG_2520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-8680579484402605087</id><published>2009-06-12T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:10:10.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ry&apos;s cabin'/><title type='text'>Rylan's Log Cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SjJEWC7v0dI/AAAAAAAABEo/daJr8Ija09M/s1600-h/IMG_2983.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SjJEWC7v0dI/AAAAAAAABEo/daJr8Ija09M/s320/IMG_2983.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346410853177479634" 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/_ghJyWO8eu70/SjJEVzPf8DI/AAAAAAAABEg/wDmrk7U9RCc/s1600-h/IMG_2966.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SjJEVzPf8DI/AAAAAAAABEg/wDmrk7U9RCc/s320/IMG_2966.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346410848965357618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Ry's log cabin as it was yesterday evening around 7.  Joe was able to finish the roof last night after Rylan and I were asleep.  I do not have "completed" photos yet.  The logs are from our pine trees.  During a winter storm, a whole bunch of branches fell, creating one heck of a mess.  The  weather was too nasty for immediate clean-up.  Joe has been wanting to build Rylan a tree/play house of some sort since he was in utero!  It's very cute, and Rylan was quite entertained with it last night. I will let Joe show him the finished project tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how much cooler it will be complete with a roof?  :-)&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/26347323-8680579484402605087?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8680579484402605087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=8680579484402605087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/8680579484402605087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/8680579484402605087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/rylans-log-cabin.html' title='Rylan&apos;s Log Cabin'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SjJEWC7v0dI/AAAAAAAABEo/daJr8Ija09M/s72-c/IMG_2983.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6600348149527245663</id><published>2009-06-07T07:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:16:03.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Beach Va-Ca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SiuuZtQVr9I/AAAAAAAABDI/nh_OPxvIq0s/s1600-h/IMG_2748.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SiuuZtQVr9I/AAAAAAAABDI/nh_OPxvIq0s/s320/IMG_2748.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344557139473313746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SiurwWZRVPI/AAAAAAAABCw/1cIop281EY4/s1600-h/IMG_2613.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SiurwWZRVPI/AAAAAAAABCw/1cIop281EY4/s320/IMG_2613.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344554229938869490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SiurZUEVybI/AAAAAAAABCo/eOtr12lq5M0/s1600-h/IMG_2620.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SiurZUEVybI/AAAAAAAABCo/eOtr12lq5M0/s320/IMG_2620.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344553834177218994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SiusLPo5FZI/AAAAAAAABC4/8D3ErAvO1hI/s1600-h/IMG_2709.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SiusLPo5FZI/AAAAAAAABC4/8D3ErAvO1hI/s320/IMG_2709.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344554691981809042" 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/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sius5E1FpcI/AAAAAAAABDA/A-wSptVF8qM/s1600-h/IMG_2543.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sius5E1FpcI/AAAAAAAABDA/A-wSptVF8qM/s320/IMG_2543.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344555479354156482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few pics to document our beach trip. This was Rylan's first time to see the ocean and he had a blast!  Not much time to write now.  Today is our 6th anniversary, so we are going out for lunch and maybe a movie.  It's nice to be home, but I am missing the salty air already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/26347323-6600348149527245663?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6600348149527245663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6600348149527245663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6600348149527245663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6600348149527245663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/beach-va-ca.html' title='Beach Va-Ca!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SiuuZtQVr9I/AAAAAAAABDI/nh_OPxvIq0s/s72-c/IMG_2748.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-1006276846283331654</id><published>2009-06-01T07:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:37:21.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's a ton of excitement in our home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rylan is 19 months old today!&lt;br /&gt;We leave for the beach tomorrow evening!&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining and that is suppose to continue through the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/26347323-1006276846283331654?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1006276846283331654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=1006276846283331654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1006276846283331654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1006276846283331654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/19-months.html' title='19 Months'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6421477958095939069</id><published>2009-05-31T07:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:43:22.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday evening we went to a wedding at a small country church.  The colors were yellow and green.  Everything was simple and sweet.  Rylan and Joe ducked out just as the ceremony was beginning.  Poor little guy refused to nap in the afternoon, so he was not thrilled about sitting quietly.  But, after the ceremony we all joined outside and blew bubbles.  Of course, this was a HUGE delight for our little man!  :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was at the father of the groom's home.  Beautiful country, endless grass, big house right in the middle.  They had tents decorated, DJ, and of course- a hog roasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for the bride and groom to cut the cake, I made sure Rylan was watching.  He grinned the whole time (he likes cake...), but when they smeared the cake ALL OVER each others' faces, he exploded with laughter, almost screaming with giggles!  It was so cute, I about busted a seam laughing right along!  :-)  Then, the groom gets the bride again!  I thought Rylan was going to fly out of my arms laughing so hard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great evening!  Rylan seems to really enjoy weddings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-6421477958095939069?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6421477958095939069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6421477958095939069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6421477958095939069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6421477958095939069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday-evening-we-went-to-wedding-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-3731905146569383215</id><published>2009-05-27T08:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:27:55.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park pics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sh04ZdZgFvI/AAAAAAAABCg/6lUu6J0YcHg/s1600-h/IMG_2472.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sh04ZdZgFvI/AAAAAAAABCg/6lUu6J0YcHg/s320/IMG_2472.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340486743170750194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sh01thukJJI/AAAAAAAABCY/kmTOqYCy11w/s1600-h/IMG_2464.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sh01thukJJI/AAAAAAAABCY/kmTOqYCy11w/s320/IMG_2464.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340483789395338386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sh01LCeYzsI/AAAAAAAABCQ/vGvGlJgF9t0/s1600-h/IMG_2432.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sh01LCeYzsI/AAAAAAAABCQ/vGvGlJgF9t0/s320/IMG_2432.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340483196890435266" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sh00ydc0MTI/AAAAAAAABCI/DED4dwOIZQQ/s1600-h/IMG_2418.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sh00ydc0MTI/AAAAAAAABCI/DED4dwOIZQQ/s320/IMG_2418.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340482774634869042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our Rylan Chase at the incredible playground on Memorial Day.  It was muggy, but there's some shade.  He had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/26347323-3731905146569383215?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3731905146569383215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=3731905146569383215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3731905146569383215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3731905146569383215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-rylan-chase-at-incredible.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sh04ZdZgFvI/AAAAAAAABCg/6lUu6J0YcHg/s72-c/IMG_2472.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6946727536967592600</id><published>2009-05-25T19:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:01:07.880-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorial weekend'/><title type='text'>Summer Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ShsueG7T72I/AAAAAAAABCA/4JbFSy2E_do/s1600-h/IMG_2379.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ShsueG7T72I/AAAAAAAABCA/4JbFSy2E_do/s320/IMG_2379.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339912877968191330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Cooling off with his first ice cream cone.  It started out as daddy's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really nice Memorial weekend.  Rylan got in some friend time, spending two evenings with one, and a whole day with another.  He got to see all of his grandparents! He played in the pool a few times, threw grass in the air, took a few bike rides, played rock.band, went on a couple mower rides, shot hoops, played at the increi.ble playground (no lie, that's the name), dug in the sandbox, and so much more!  We spent some time in the ER today getting my hand checked out.  I was trying to save  Rylan from pain and fortunately succeeded, almost breaking my hand in the process.  I'm just glad Ry came out of the incident without any boo-boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview for a full time teaching position tomorrow (fingers crossed), so I'm off to get my clothes ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a nice weekend too!&lt;br /&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/26347323-6946727536967592600?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6946727536967592600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6946727536967592600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6946727536967592600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6946727536967592600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-treat.html' title='Summer Treat'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ShsueG7T72I/AAAAAAAABCA/4JbFSy2E_do/s72-c/IMG_2379.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-7091607505570320769</id><published>2009-05-20T07:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:36:37.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ShPoHGsnJaI/AAAAAAAABBw/Iq7MatpHzgw/s1600-h/cellpic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ShPoHGsnJaI/AAAAAAAABBw/Iq7MatpHzgw/s320/cellpic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337865192118625698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ShPn73kY3JI/AAAAAAAABBo/_kBzy55ChqA/s1600-h/cellpic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ShPn73kY3JI/AAAAAAAABBo/_kBzy55ChqA/s320/cellpic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337864999079042194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are on our delightful mid-70's Tuesday afternoon.  I wanted to show Rylan how amazing sand feels between your toes, so we took off our shoes and started covering our feet.    At first he didn't want to put his feet down into the sand, so I got his shovel and poured little bits of sand over his feet.  He came around, and then couldn't seem to get enough!  I explained to him that when we go to the beach, we will get to walk forever on endless sand.  I think the wet sand will be a particular wonderful treat for him! Wet sand has super toe squishing possibilities.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying parts about life that I don't recall enjoy for a very long time, perhaps my own childhood.  What a truly wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-7091607505570320769?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7091607505570320769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=7091607505570320769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7091607505570320769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7091607505570320769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/cell-pics.html' title='Cell Pics'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ShPoHGsnJaI/AAAAAAAABBw/Iq7MatpHzgw/s72-c/cellpic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-4682616978436576353</id><published>2009-05-19T07:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:44:09.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spring Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ShKYmfvBmXI/AAAAAAAABBg/4jl1jrFOAx8/s1600-h/IMG_2211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ShKYmfvBmXI/AAAAAAAABBg/4jl1jrFOAx8/s320/IMG_2211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337496295508646258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Rylan got to work on our garden yesterday evening.  Here they are preparing to plant the corn while I mowed the yard. Well most of it.  Joe decided he wanted to wanted to finish mowing while I gave Rylan a bath.  After being on it for maybe 5 minutes, the belt broke, so he ended up having to push mow the rest.  Poor guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been going on here the past couple of weeks, but most of it is sad, so I have decided not to talk about any of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much brighter note, my cousin annouced that his wife is 3 months pregnant!  I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incredibly happy&lt;/span&gt; for them!  I cannot begin to describe how up lifting it is to be able to feel happiness over someone else's pregnancy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Rylan Chase for giving me more happiness than I could ever imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We leave for the beach in 2 weeks!!!&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/26347323-4682616978436576353?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4682616978436576353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=4682616978436576353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4682616978436576353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4682616978436576353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-evening.html' title='A Spring Evening'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ShKYmfvBmXI/AAAAAAAABBg/4jl1jrFOAx8/s72-c/IMG_2211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-7334113442605222330</id><published>2009-05-11T07:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:33:15.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first hair cut'/><title type='text'>FIRST EVER HAIR CUT!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SggRlj9P6GI/AAAAAAAABA4/xeBl-6SmrKE/s1600-h/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SggRlj9P6GI/AAAAAAAABA4/xeBl-6SmrKE/s320/IMG_1978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334533095625320546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SggVbfWmFoI/AAAAAAAABBA/Q9KDVE_sWhY/s1600-h/IMG_1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SggVbfWmFoI/AAAAAAAABBA/Q9KDVE_sWhY/s320/IMG_1989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334537320637273730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SggXoNI2zbI/AAAAAAAABBI/Qdv_jv_153c/s1600-h/IMG_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SggXoNI2zbI/AAAAAAAABBI/Qdv_jv_153c/s320/IMG_2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334539738109365682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SggiZab2tiI/AAAAAAAABBQ/1H1xdcCty6c/s1600-h/IMG_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SggiZab2tiI/AAAAAAAABBQ/1H1xdcCty6c/s320/IMG_2022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551578608580130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SggiZpKSOUI/AAAAAAAABBY/eASA8t1FJaw/s1600-h/IMG_2023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SggiZpKSOUI/AAAAAAAABBY/eASA8t1FJaw/s320/IMG_2023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551582561417538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rylan did a great job getting his hair cut for the first time Saturday!  He was a bit wiggly at times, but Nikki, the stylst (a long time friend of mine- who did my hair for our wedding) was calm and let him wiggle when he needed to move.  She did a great job with him and his hair looks so cute. She left it a tad longer mostly for my sake, but also because he's younger and can still sport the baby look. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also had his first sucker (lollipop) after he was all done.  I was pleased and surprised that they had organic suckers to choose from.  This one is lemonade flavored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last picture is right afterward.  Apparently getting your hair cut can be quite tiring when you're 18 months!  Doesn't he look perfectly chill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he had his first hair cut, we had his professional pictures taken.  I am SO EXCITED to get them back!  I spent a  little (okay, a lot more) this time and got a few treats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to post, but we have much to do today, so I'll try to catch up on Mom's day and other stuff later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-7334113442605222330?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7334113442605222330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=7334113442605222330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7334113442605222330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/7334113442605222330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-ever-hair-cut.html' title='FIRST EVER HAIR CUT!!!!!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SggRlj9P6GI/AAAAAAAABA4/xeBl-6SmrKE/s72-c/IMG_1978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6969300395589740387</id><published>2009-05-07T13:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:00:25.677-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wee wigglers'/><title type='text'>Wee Wigglers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SgMga6PCinI/AAAAAAAABAw/xXEgEIt6wCg/s1600-h/IMG_1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SgMga6PCinI/AAAAAAAABAw/xXEgEIt6wCg/s320/IMG_1963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333142030417824370" 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SgMeH6iTLWI/AAAAAAAABAo/kWtO0vkZGL8/s1600-h/IMG_1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SgMeH6iTLWI/AAAAAAAABAo/kWtO0vkZGL8/s320/IMG_1959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333139505057836386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just a couple of pics from Wigglers this morning.  He's so on-the-go that it's hard to get a good picture. He was definitely wound and ready to roll today!  He played on/with everything, and socialized like it was his job.  :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that I am able to take him every week.  He has such a fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/26347323-6969300395589740387?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6969300395589740387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6969300395589740387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6969300395589740387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6969300395589740387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/wee-wigglers.html' title='Wee Wigglers'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SgMga6PCinI/AAAAAAAABAw/xXEgEIt6wCg/s72-c/IMG_1963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6281680658554939292</id><published>2009-05-05T15:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:47:28.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the beach'/><title type='text'>2 years ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SgCQpQiqVaI/AAAAAAAABAQ/njXlFj_wzQk/s1600-h/beachpreg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SgCQpQiqVaI/AAAAAAAABAQ/njXlFj_wzQk/s320/beachpreg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332420997296051618" 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SgCQpL7Z0qI/AAAAAAAABAI/tfT-oNL943s/s1600-h/beachpreg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SgCQpL7Z0qI/AAAAAAAABAI/tfT-oNL943s/s320/beachpreg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332420996057649826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were taken almost two years ago, the last time we were at the beach.  The top one is on our balcony and the bottom is in front of the balcony with the curtains drawn.  While there's not a lot of beach in these pictures, I wanted to point out that the last time we went, my belly was growing and growing.  During that trip we made plans to take our little one (we didn't know the sex yet at that point) in two years.  We saw several couples with toddlers and agreed that we would take our little Roo (remember that name?) when he was 1.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in 4 weeks from today, we leave for the beach again! Only this time we get to share the experience with our little Roo, Rylan Chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SgCVQ3lGwUI/AAAAAAAABAY/lC8VQwWMMDg/s1600-h/IMG_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SgCVQ3lGwUI/AAAAAAAABAY/lC8VQwWMMDg/s320/IMG_1947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332426075836694850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is this afternoon. A cold front moved in, which is probably why I'm daydreaming of the beach.  He has been practicing building sandcastles for weeks now!  He has such a blast.  I can't wait to see his excitement when he sees the sand at the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more weeks...&lt;br /&gt;Just 4...&lt;br /&gt;That's all...&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/26347323-6281680658554939292?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6281680658554939292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6281680658554939292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6281680658554939292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6281680658554939292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-years-ago.html' title='2 years ago...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SgCQpQiqVaI/AAAAAAAABAQ/njXlFj_wzQk/s72-c/beachpreg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-3508413397254406413</id><published>2009-05-04T14:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:33:26.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing 1, 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sf847kkPF0I/AAAAAAAAA_w/2ekmdvYZGtk/s1600-h/IMG_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sf847kkPF0I/AAAAAAAAA_w/2ekmdvYZGtk/s320/IMG_1840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332043079909054274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3!  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOO-HOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  Blogger uploaded a photo, and that's really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I should try to push my luck and show you a pic or 2 from the zoo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sf8_VSLiaPI/AAAAAAAAA_4/TQgUvSaJ82k/s1600-h/IMG_1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sf8_VSLiaPI/AAAAAAAAA_4/TQgUvSaJ82k/s320/IMG_1755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332050118719990002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try for another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sf9CumsgokI/AAAAAAAABAA/__QS0my6ijY/s1600-h/IMG_1782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sf9CumsgokI/AAAAAAAABAA/__QS0my6ijY/s320/IMG_1782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332053852258607682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting comfy- cozy with a goat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time!  I'm so happy to be able to share a few pics with you.&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/26347323-3508413397254406413?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3508413397254406413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=3508413397254406413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3508413397254406413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3508413397254406413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/testing-1-2.html' title='Testing 1, 2...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sf847kkPF0I/AAAAAAAAA_w/2ekmdvYZGtk/s72-c/IMG_1840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-5304068228665075623</id><published>2009-05-04T06:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:02:25.700-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything'/><title type='text'>Traditional Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not sure that the term 'traditional blogging' is correct, but where did it go? Does there have to be a whole lot of hoopla in my post to make it an enjoyable read? What if I just want to talk about what's been going on with us lately? Well, that's what I'm going to do! How exciting for you, I'm going to let you inside our weekend.&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;At some point earlier in the week, I found out that my cousin and aunt are both in the hospital, just a few doors down from each other. Joe's grandma is still in the hospital and I do not see that changing, though I hope it does.&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;Rylan stayed with Joe's parents on Friday while I taught kindergarten. It was Ry's half birthday! :-) He is officially 1.5 years. I can't believe we're on the other side of 1 year, heading closer to 2... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My MIL had to leave to be at the hospital with her mom, so when I arrived, my FIL was holding a sleeping Rylan. AWWW. Joe called to say that he would have to work very late. His company makes medical supplies, and with the sw.ine fl.u, he has been working extra hours. So, Rylan and I had a nice dinner with his Grumpy. &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;After dropping Grumpy off, we went back home, and played outside with the neighbor. He even got his first kiss from a girl! :-) We were telling them good night when it was time to go in for a bath, and she planted one right on him. He just smiled. &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;Joe did not get home until after 10pm, which is pretty late for us, as he usual gets home about 5pm. Work provided dinner for those who were staying late, but by the time Joe got to the lounge, it was all gone! &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;Saturday morning we got out of the house early to the community sales and got some major deals! Rylan and Joe both did very well and I am proud of each of them! :-) From there we headed to the "big town" (hahaha, right) for some shopping. I'm not a big spender, but I do like to purchase my bras from Victo.ria.'s se.cre.t. Every couple of months, I pick up another. Joe was kind enough to remind me that I had a coupon for either $10, $50, $100, or $500 off my next purchase. It's one of those coupons you have to have scanned. I found out that it was worth $100!!! Plus the style that I like was on sale for $15 off, which made it all that more exciting! :-) I was on cloud nine. $100 dollars to spend on whatever I wanted. I was responsible, and got two bras, but I splurged on a pajama set (tank and pants). I probably sound like some kind of small town hick, well maybe I am. Would you like me any less if that were the case?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we met my dad, step mom, and sister for dinner. Then we went to quite possibly one of the BEST playgrounds ever! We played until Rylan was tuckered out and then drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, our electric went out, Joe had to go into work (damn fl.u), and Rylan and I went grocery shopping. This is where &lt;strong&gt;I HAVE TO BRAG ON MY LITTLE MAN&lt;/strong&gt;!!! He was INCREDIBLY&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; well behaved&lt;/span&gt;!! He sat in the cart without complaint for close to an hour! It was a very enjoyable trip to the store! Once home we started on the piles of laundry, and cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Joe got home, we went to my mom and step dad's to help do some rearranging. My brother, aunt, and cousins were there. It was so nice to see everyone! My cousin made some delicious sandwiches (I need to get the recipe) that she baked in the oven. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a quick stop at Joe's parents' because he had not seen them for a while. Then it was back home to pick up before our friends brought their 11 month old boy over for us to watch while they went to a funeral viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only we didn't get to pick up, they beat us here! Rylan proved to us that he can handle having another kid in the house! He was very helpful: trying to feed Cru with his fork, helping him pick up his bottle and give it back to him without even trying a sip first, offering him toys, not getting upset while he cried or fussed, not getting too jealous when Joe or I held Cru. He definitely pulled on my heartstrings! I think I caught a tad bit of mist in Joe's eyes. I can't believe how fast our little man is growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON HAIRCUTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just don't think I'm ready, though I am trying to come to terms with it. Part of it is the obvious reason, that once he has his first haircut, he won't be a baby anymore. But, he's not a baby- he's a toddler and has been for 6 months (or more). Another reason is that I LOVE his little curls! Who wouldn't? There's just a few in the back, but I am in love with them and know I will miss them insanely once they are gone. A 3rd reason is that he hasn't had much hair, so I am afraid to get what he has trimmed. I have been waiting for more to grow in on top. &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Reason to get it cut: It's past his ears. When his hair looks fuzzy, it doesn't look cute. I'm going to have to do it sometime. They say that getting your hair cut actually helps it grow and I can attest to that. It's getting close to summer, and shorter hair will help keep him cool. &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am not getting it cut today. Partly because Joe would NEVER forgive me if I did it without him, and partly because I am not ready. But, I am slowly wrapping my mind around the idea....&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I better move along to something else. No work today for me, just need to find another training for our teachers and I can (hopefully) do that from home. I am sending some of our teachers to first aid and safety and cpr trainings and I plan to attend as well. My certificates are expired, so it will be a good motivator to get mine updated. It's also a good idea to refresh myself with having Rylan. Joe says that he feels confident in his cpr abilities, and does not need it for work, so I guess he will be staying with Ry a few nights while I go. &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-5304068228665075623?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5304068228665075623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=5304068228665075623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5304068228665075623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/5304068228665075623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/traditional-blogging.html' title='Traditional Blogging'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-8892730527117066254</id><published>2009-04-30T18:16:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:09:00.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking out the dining room windows beside me I find a handsome man with adorable dimples that flash toward me while he walks to the sandbox full of wet sand. Lifting my head just ever so slightly, I can see baby fine blond hairs swaying in the gentle breeze.  As the head turns, the same dimples, with 28 less years on them, sparkle at me.  The grin is much the same as the older one, only with fuller lips.   These grins can stop your heart, make you tear up, and always form your own smile upon your face.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sandcastles are built and then instantaneously demolished.  Shovels sticking out of the sand half exposed.  Big CAT trucks turned on their side in attempts to haul sand from one end of the box to the other.  The area is quite large, approximately 8X8.  The older dimples would know for sure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before long, the younger dimples with light hair on his sun kissed skin makes his way to the swing and waits patiently for the handsome man to help guide him on.  He does so and pushes carefully, letting go the slightest bit, allowing the young one feel free for just a split second, then returning for another tap of the swing and the cycle repeats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next blond hair, and young dimples gains the courage to climb up the steps of the slide, knowing help is right next to him, ready to act if needed.  At the top, he feels sure, happy, safe, self accomplished, showing the young grin, dimples sparkling. And then in an instant, the breeze hits his face, his belly flops excitedly and his feet touch the ground as a giggle is heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know what all of that was....  I can't write &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to save my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. How silly that I'm going to post this.  I sat down at the computer, wanting to share a little of my evening with you and that is what came out...  Hmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;scrapbook itch is back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  Maybe this post is just my brain trying to show a little creativity? Really, I don't know what all of that mumbo jumbo was, but  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I DO KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love these grins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;the boys who carry them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  Thank you life for being so truly WONDERFUL!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-8892730527117066254?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8892730527117066254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=8892730527117066254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/8892730527117066254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/8892730527117066254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-evening.html' title='My Evening'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6058955950107776077</id><published>2009-04-20T13:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:06:52.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>There has been a lot of discussion about baby number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months back I was signed up and ready to start arguing my side of the debate under the "FOR" side.  That lasted all of one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe has not budged on his "against" side for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"right now"&lt;/span&gt; or at this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"very moment"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last May, Rylan was all of 6 months old, I had a yard sale (with my family) and sold damn near ALL of our baby stuff.  Of course I kept a few of our favorite outfits/jammies/blankets/type stuff, but most of it is gone.  All last summer I decided that one is enough, one is wonderful, one is a blessing, one is over the moon thrilled, one is quite fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose a big part of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my&lt;/span&gt; hesitation to try for another child is that I do not want to be greedy.  I have very close and personal reasons why I am not ready to try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also do not want to go back to that "TTC" time of my life.  While we definitely did not have the problems others have had, we had our own dark time that neither of us want to open up and put our hearts on our sleeves again.  I know this time will be different because we have Rylan, our special miracle, our little man.  But, I don't want to think about cycles, pills, dates, appointments, scans, pee sticks, am I or not, (I could go on and on) again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good.  Rylan is my life.  I could not and most possibly will not (for the time being) ask for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, now would be a good time for Rylan as the age difference would be slightly more than 2 years- great for play time.  That is of course in some miracle (did we use our miracles up already?) that I could get pregnant so quick and easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this has come about due to various reasons; a lot of people who have a child that's the same age, or within a couple months of Rylan's age are trying for another and many are already pregnant; this would make for a good age difference; family member influences; my own fear to wait too long and then decide I would like to try again and be too old or have to factor my age into the multiple reasons that it will take us forever to get knocked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on.  I think fear and not wanting to seem greedy are slowing me down.   I thought writing about it would help, but I'm merely shaving emotions off the top, not really getting anything out that's helping.  So, I guess this post is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-6058955950107776077?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6058955950107776077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6058955950107776077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6058955950107776077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6058955950107776077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6502673508704805647</id><published>2009-04-11T07:45:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:35:04.317-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coloring easter eggs'/><title type='text'>Easter Egg Coloring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SeCHrqvKn0I/AAAAAAAAA_A/L3pWWAqgtlw/s1600-h/IMG_1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SeCHrqvKn0I/AAAAAAAAA_A/L3pWWAqgtlw/s320/IMG_1306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323403943828168514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was definitely caught &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; (and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;) handed.  :-)&lt;br /&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/_ghJyWO8eu70/SeCIt1TxsJI/AAAAAAAAA_I/8UxU9G8nSrI/s1600-h/IMG_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SeCIt1TxsJI/AAAAAAAAA_I/8UxU9G8nSrI/s320/IMG_1311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323405080537444498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the most patient he was while waiting for another egg.  The rest of the time he cried for another one!  We had to pry him away from the table to put him in the bath tub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SeCK6NSLKOI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/i7w6BCUZG9A/s1600-h/IMG_1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SeCK6NSLKOI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/i7w6BCUZG9A/s320/IMG_1333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323407492154861794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to an Easter egg hunt today, so we thought we'd practice last night.  Putting small objects into bigger ones is an all time favorite, so I think he'll have a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SeCMTarsneI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/vCT_uv4Z1UA/s1600-h/IMG_1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SeCMTarsneI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/vCT_uv4Z1UA/s320/IMG_1341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323409024759930338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We only got 2 pictures before the head band broke...  I think I'll pick up another pair today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SeCNpYNATQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/n8lLZYshs4g/s1600-h/IMG_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SeCNpYNATQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/n8lLZYshs4g/s320/IMG_1334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323410501563075842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one just because he's so rotten. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How very nice of blogger to allow me to post some pictures!  Though it has been quite a commitment, as I could only post one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a truly wonderful and hoppy Easter!!!&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/26347323-6502673508704805647?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6502673508704805647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6502673508704805647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6502673508704805647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6502673508704805647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-egg-coloring.html' title='Easter Egg Coloring'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SeCHrqvKn0I/AAAAAAAAA_A/L3pWWAqgtlw/s72-c/IMG_1306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-477036011728174100</id><published>2009-04-02T07:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:13:33.275-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wigglers'/><title type='text'>It wasn't an April Fool's.. Edit: what's going on?</title><content type='html'>Is anyone else having an incredibly ridiculous time with blogger lately? I am just about to leave and go somewhere else! UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently blogger published my post without any of the text or pictures- just the title! So, no wonder you were confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying last night and this morning to post a picture of the beautiful flowers Joe had delivered to the school yesterday (April 1st).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was an April Fool's joke when the secretary knocked on our door holding flowers! But nope, it was my wondeful husband celebrating as the card read, "Happy 138 Monthaversary!" For those of you too sleepy to do the math, that's 11.5 years. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a sweetie! Thank you honey, sorry blogger is sucking and I can't show off my pretty flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan started wee wigglers today. I just tried loading some pictures again, and it's a NO go. Darn. I wanted to share our morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Rylan played on pretty much everything. He bounced in the bouncer, played basketball, hula hooped, built towers with the blocks, crawled through all sorts of awesome stuff, danced a lot to the music, tried the art table - I didn't let this go very far as he is still pretty young for that, rode some big wheels and tricycles, climbed on the big soft shapes, and much more! It was a BIG hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ran into an old high school friend (I did not know she would be there) and her son at wigglers. We tried to get the boys to play together, but they each had their own agendas! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully blogger will work out these kinks, but if not, you might see us at a new location soon. Sorry for all the confusion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-477036011728174100?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/477036011728174100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=477036011728174100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/477036011728174100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/477036011728174100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-wasnt-april-fools.html' title='It wasn&apos;t an April Fool&apos;s.. 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It's fun trying to get pictures of him when he knows you're taking them!  Should be interesting when we take him to get his professional pics taken again.  We haven't been since November and that time was fun, because he was walking really well and kept getting up and walking where ever he pleased!  We have already missed the deadline to get his pictures back before Easter, so we could pass them out them, so I think we'll wait another couple of weeks.  I am itching to go to The Chil.dren's Pla.ce... Who knows, maybe Joe will take us this weekend???  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy April Fool's Day!  The saying must be right, "April showers bring May flowers".  It's the first day of April and rainy and yucky out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry about yesterday's post. Sometimes you need to vent, ya know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-6268669351462858795?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6268669351462858795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6268669351462858795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6268669351462858795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6268669351462858795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/17-months-old.html' title='17 Months Old'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SdNRnYpve6I/AAAAAAAAA-c/eCii7IBbw2w/s72-c/IMG_1123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-4313828022549105424</id><published>2009-03-31T12:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:54:47.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Boys' clothing choices&lt;br /&gt;-Lack of response from people- seriously, answer the question!&lt;br /&gt;-People who do not do their job&lt;br /&gt;-So many calories in french fries&lt;br /&gt;-Coming to a stand still in weight loss (that could have something to do with the above complaint)&lt;br /&gt;-Conclusion jumpers- don't assume before I say&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesdays-what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;-leaving my baby boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few things that are bumming me out today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright sunny weather is causing an urgency within to get things done!  Spring has sprung and I'm ready to tackle some chores.  Weight loss, home renovations, teaching Rylan.... well EVERYTHING, starting my masters, convincing Joe that Rylan would actually like a sibling, and on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mentally exhausting.  I should probably take a walk to sort some of this out.  My brain is one mixed up pile of mush right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Rylan said, "yelwooow" this morning.  It's pretty cute.  He prepares his mouth before it starts the word.  :-)  My love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-4313828022549105424?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4313828022549105424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=4313828022549105424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4313828022549105424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4313828022549105424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/boys-clothing-choices-lack-of-response.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-1670287808051056151</id><published>2009-03-29T20:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:01:38.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratch That</title><content type='html'>The potty shown in the last post does not fit Rylan well.  I'm not sure how that could happen, but there it is.  So, we returned it- don't worry he didn't use it, just sat on it- and got this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SdAXuoKgsdI/AAAAAAAAA-U/xmZ4yKHeBsQ/s1600-h/ROYAL+POTTY+RSTG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SdAXuoKgsdI/AAAAAAAAA-U/xmZ4yKHeBsQ/s320/ROYAL+POTTY+RSTG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318777249747481042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one does sing.  We didn't get it for that reason.  Actually, I wanted one that didn't sing, but our selection was limited and this one looked nice otherwise.  We have tried it out-sitting, no pottying of course- and it's a much better fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we bought new curtains yesterday.  They are a nice dark olive color.  My MIL was ever so sweet to hem the ones for the smaller windows for us.  They look awesome, or at least I think so.  We also picked up some new rods and bambo blinds, so it should add some spice to our living room.  My MIL also let us borrow her carpet cleaner, so we have a sparkling clean carpet to go with our new curtains.  woot-woot!  Our  house feels quite homey now.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late and Rylan needs his sleep- me too, so have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-1670287808051056151?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1670287808051056151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=1670287808051056151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1670287808051056151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1670287808051056151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/scratch-that.html' title='Scratch That'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SdAXuoKgsdI/AAAAAAAAA-U/xmZ4yKHeBsQ/s72-c/ROYAL+POTTY+RSTG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-4485781637807033241</id><published>2009-03-29T07:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:57:30.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Potty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt; has been showing signs of potty readiness for the past month or more.  He finds a private place like behind the end table, behind his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flin&lt;/span&gt;.stone car, or even the dog kennel for #2. That last one is just too funny! =) For #1, he grabs himself and then pees.  He will not sit in the tub and pee, he always stands up, holds himself and you know it's coming.  He has wanted to sit on our toilet lately, but I think all kids his age are interested in the toilet.  So, all of this may mean nothing, but a potty needed to be bought anyway, so why not now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sc9cMwnxMRI/AAAAAAAAA-M/HRr1x4RaE68/s1600-h/potty1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sc9cMwnxMRI/AAAAAAAAA-M/HRr1x4RaE68/s320/potty1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318571059227734290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went with basic.  No singing or flushing sounds for us.  I didn't want to scare my poor little guy.  The potty can be used as a training seat when he's ready to go to our potty, and it also converts to a step stool.  We tried it last night.  We thought about taking the next 3 weeks (that's all that I have left for my intervention coordinator job), and just getting him acquainted with it. Then once I'm home- barring that he takes to it well, I will not push anything as it is still early- really working on it.  I have heard a few moms talk about the 3 day naked training where the child does not leave the house for 3 days, staying completely naked the entire time.  You place the potty in the room that you are in the most, and every little while, put them on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I am walking into this blind.  I am going to give it a go for now, and if he doesn't show much interest, we'll put it away for a month and try again.  In NO way do I think this will be easy or that my kid will potty train early.  I am not being smug or over confident, actually I'm freaking out inside.  He did walk early, so maybe he'll potty train early?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;, I'm so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I'm okay with starting to potty train, but not cool with getting his first hair cut???  I'm really one messed up chick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt; had one long all day play date with his buddy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Trayvin&lt;/span&gt;. They are 4.5 months apart, and now you can hardly tell the age difference!  Of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Trayvin's&lt;/span&gt; vocabulary is quite extensive, and he is a little better behaved most of the time, but otherwise, the age difference is insignificant.  They really have a good time together.  Joe took the boys and our dogs to the park all by himself!  Bobbie and I sat out on our porch swing catching up and gossiping, it was very nice.  I'm glad the weather is allowing it again!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for Spring!   My son came back home COVERED in mud puddle water!!!  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apparently he just HAD to know what a mud puddle felt like while laying down in it!  &lt;/span&gt;Oh me oh my...  Boys!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I actually did not get any pictures of them covered in muddy water.  I didn't even touch our camera yesterday!  I know, I'm just as shocked are you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-4485781637807033241?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4485781637807033241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=4485781637807033241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4485781637807033241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4485781637807033241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/p-is-for-potty.html' title='P is for Potty'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sc9cMwnxMRI/AAAAAAAAA-M/HRr1x4RaE68/s72-c/potty1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-859783944267695364</id><published>2009-03-25T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:30:44.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing 1, 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ScrHmyIXJPI/AAAAAAAAA98/oHVecyky0qU/s1600-h/IMG_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ScrHmyIXJPI/AAAAAAAAA98/oHVecyky0qU/s320/IMG_1071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317281779170092274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ScrHmZmNDrI/AAAAAAAAA90/nO9WsY-0MAI/s1600-h/IMG_1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ScrHmZmNDrI/AAAAAAAAA90/nO9WsY-0MAI/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317281772584373938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ScrHl-omsQI/AAAAAAAAA9s/gaWd0HquCx8/s1600-h/IMG_1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ScrHl-omsQI/AAAAAAAAA9s/gaWd0HquCx8/s320/IMG_1002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317281765346685186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; has been... um... lagging since we bought our new computer.  I finally called the cable company tonight, of course I ended up giving the phone to Joe, and the IT guy did a few things on their end.  I was up front and told him that my husband, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FIL&lt;/span&gt;, brother, and BIL are all computer nerds and have all looked at it and it could not possibly be on our end.  So, I wanted to test the upload speed to see if it's fixed. While it was not zooming fast, it did not time out (that was getting annoying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to check the upload speed, I thought I would post a couple of pictures from the Blue Jackets game we went to recently.  We had a jersey personalized for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt; with 07 (birth year) on it.  And of course here is a pic of Joe and I with Di.ego. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt; is not (thank gosh) into Di.ego, but he does have a pair of cool kicks with him on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for the input on the Easter outfit.  Right now he has a couple of new polo shirts and khakis or shorts to wear depending on the weather.  We are thinking about getting his professional pictures taken again at 18 months (May 1st), but then we realized that Easter is in April, so he will be almost 18 months and we might do it early and have some Easter poses taken.  I'm waiting to hear back from my partner in crime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only working a few hours tomorrow (I have been quadruple booked this week) then I plan on taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt; to sign him up for Wee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wigg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lers&lt;/span&gt;.  Exciting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh!!!  I need to mention that my mom reported today that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt; did a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;somersault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twice &lt;/span&gt;today!  He has been laying on his stomach, burying his face into the carpet, and tucking his legs under his chest lately.  We just thought that he was going to start falling asleep on the floor like most toddlers, but instead (or so I am told since I did not have the privledge to witness it myself), he was preparing for his big flip!  Hopefully he will show his dad and I very soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, while my mom was counting, Rylan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;counted with her&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;  He knows when to say the word, "two".  Apparently she says, "one", and he says, "two....feeee".  Isn't that a hoot?  I can't wait to hear it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being paged by a sleepy boy, so g'nite all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-859783944267695364?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/859783944267695364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=859783944267695364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/859783944267695364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/859783944267695364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/testing-1-2.html' title='Testing 1, 2...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/ScrHmyIXJPI/AAAAAAAAA98/oHVecyky0qU/s72-c/IMG_1071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-4956083145452533983</id><published>2009-03-23T13:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:50:06.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign Language Edit</title><content type='html'>Yes, we do it and have been slowly teaching Rylan since he was about 6 months old. As his vocabulary becomes larger, so do his singing abilities. He knows milk, bath, ball, eat, all done, and more so far.  Edit: I forgot 'hot'.  He has been doing it for quite a whilel, so I don't know how I forgot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night in the tub, we were doing our hand motions while I sang (ever so terribly- but some how he loves it) "row, row, row your boat". He will grab my hand and start the rowing motion and I know that it is time to sing. We row, then for "merily, merily..." we smile and point to our cheeks (he typically points to mine), and for the last line "Life is but a dream", we put our heads on our hands as to sign 'sleep'. It's a hoot, we do it over and over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after our "Row" song, he signed 'cookie' for the first time! His top molars are giving him a really hard time right now, so he has been chowing down on those wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.gerber.com/products/Biter_Biscuits.aspx"&gt;biter biscuits&lt;/a&gt;. We call them cookies. I caught right on that he was signing cookie and hollered for Joe to come in and see. We wrapped him up in a towel and grabbed a cookie, continuing to sign 'cookie'. Rylan grinned from ear to ear, pleased with himself for signing, and thrilled to have relief for those poor teeth and gums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he was done gobbling that cookie down, he went to the bathroom and pointed up to the shelf where we keep his toothbrush. We always brush our teeth right after our bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an absolutely good time. What a smartie! :-) Can you believe how much they learn and so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: We looked at Easter outfits this weekend... UGH... Part of me wants to gussy him up with a tie and vest, the other part of me says to just let the poor guy be comfy in a polo and khakis. What you are dressing your little guys in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-4956083145452533983?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4956083145452533983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=4956083145452533983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4956083145452533983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/4956083145452533983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/sign-language.html' title='Sign Language Edit'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-1874107752848989216</id><published>2009-03-15T08:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:23:19.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylan's 1st Wedding</title><content type='html'>May I just say that our son did an amazing job at his first wedding yesterday?  He was calm and quiet during the ceremony, and did not fuss at all during the reception!  Of course, during the reception he was able to keep mobile, but Joe and I were both VERY IMPRESSED with how well he did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple pics for your pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sbz97bpIW4I/AAAAAAAAA9M/r8EMd5k7sFs/s1600-h/IMG_0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sbz97bpIW4I/AAAAAAAAA9M/r8EMd5k7sFs/s320/IMG_0996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313400857864723330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sbz96zGDhZI/AAAAAAAAA9E/3qwqzenbDCQ/s1600-h/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sbz96zGDhZI/AAAAAAAAA9E/3qwqzenbDCQ/s320/IMG_0952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313400846980187538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sbz-7pN3YXI/AAAAAAAAA9U/GwEolTjfo-U/s1600-h/IMG_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sbz-7pN3YXI/AAAAAAAAA9U/GwEolTjfo-U/s320/IMG_0958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313401961020088690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last one is Grumpy, (Joe's dad), Rylan, and Joe.  Aren't they too handsome???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan will be spending the day with Granny and Grumpy while Joe and I go to a &lt;a href="http://bluejackets.nhl.com/index.html"&gt;Columbus Blue Jackets&lt;/a&gt; game with some friends.  I am having some anxiety about it though.  This will be the longest AND the farthest that I have been away from Rylan yet!  Now, I am sure that he will be just fine.  Actually, I should probably be more worried for his grandparents as I am absolutely sure that he is going to wear them out!  I am more than thrilled (jumping up and down with excitement) to spend some time with Joe and our friends, but I am so going to miss our little man. Whenever we leave him somewhere, I feel like I'm saying, "Sorry son, but this other thing is much cooler than hanging with you".  Of course it's not, but that is how I feel.  UGH, the guilt, and worry--- a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;constant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; inner struggle for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that Rylan will have a wonderful time and so will his grandparents and we are awesome parents for giving him this day with them, right?  It will all be good and I am so going to snuggle him as soon as we get back.  I might not even put him in his crib tonight, just keep him right next to me, cuddling and breathing in his sweet soft scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a little man and his name is Rylan Chase!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-1874107752848989216?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1874107752848989216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=1874107752848989216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1874107752848989216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1874107752848989216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/rylans-1st-wedding.html' title='Rylan&apos;s 1st Wedding'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/Sbz97bpIW4I/AAAAAAAAA9M/r8EMd5k7sFs/s72-c/IMG_0996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-2802406318687910056</id><published>2009-03-08T09:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:24:25.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocks, Sticks, and Dirt, OH MY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SbPhbBdYjjI/AAAAAAAAA8s/wu5QsA-gyV4/s1600-h/IMG_0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SbPhbBdYjjI/AAAAAAAAA8s/wu5QsA-gyV4/s320/IMG_0635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310836239964343858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SbPM3D7TngI/AAAAAAAAA8k/RxKhgb1nDTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SbPM3D7TngI/AAAAAAAAA8k/RxKhgb1nDTQ/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310813631918874114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SbPM2najkzI/AAAAAAAAA8c/MNkhTZjqDtA/s1600-h/IMG_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SbPM2najkzI/AAAAAAAAA8c/MNkhTZjqDtA/s320/IMG_0637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310813624265315122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been having some unseasonably nice weather for our area in March.   Rylan &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the great outdoors!  We had a wonderful weekend getting out and playing in our yard, at the park, and his grandparents' yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not yet posted about Rylan's 16 month ped visit.  It was a big day for us!  He was measured and weighed like a BIG BOY-- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;standing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!  I will admit that I teared up and I think Joe might have too.  He is 32 and 3/4" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TALL &lt;/span&gt;(which is the standing up terminology, no more "long"!) and 26.4 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan doesn't go back to see Dr. P until November!  (shock)  There needs to be 6 months between his shots, so the doc said that he'll see him when he is 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;, folks...  Whew, I guess it will sneak up on us.   It actually got me thinking about all of the things we will do before he turns two.  Just for fun, I thought I'd list a few.  Though they won't be of any importance necessarily to you, I'm going to share them anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Weddings, we actually have a few coming up&lt;br /&gt;- Wee Wigglers, sort of like a mo.mmy and m.e class, lots of social interaction for Ry&lt;br /&gt;- Swimming lessons, I wish they offered them BEFORE we went to the beach&lt;br /&gt;- The beach, Myrtle baby&lt;br /&gt;- Zoo trips&lt;br /&gt;- Birthday parties for his friends&lt;br /&gt;- Water park visits&lt;br /&gt;- More park trips than I can even imagine&lt;br /&gt;- Hopefully a trip to Bean town to meet a new family member (fingers, toes, eyes crossed)&lt;br /&gt;- Trip to Maryland for the Skinny Scarecrow Festival -it's a family thing&lt;br /&gt;- Grandpa, Mawmaw, and Granny's 50th birthdays, you better believe these call for MAJOR celebrations! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually need to scoot.  This time change is kicking my *ss!  (watching language for little ones ;-))  Have a great Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-2802406318687910056?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2802406318687910056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=2802406318687910056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2802406318687910056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2802406318687910056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/rocks-sticks-and-dirt-oh-my.html' title='Rocks, Sticks, and Dirt, OH MY!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SbPhbBdYjjI/AAAAAAAAA8s/wu5QsA-gyV4/s72-c/IMG_0635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-1397294430641817691</id><published>2009-03-03T18:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:05:07.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler or Teenager?</title><content type='html'>This evening on our drive home, I played the Kidz Bop CD for Rylan.  No time to put it on my ipod just yet.  So, the music is playing but it appears as though Ry is not listening to it, so I turn it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rylan, did you have fun with Maw maw and Papa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Yyyeeaaah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That's awesome, what did you do today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan: SILENCE, then looks at radio, points and screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you want me to turn your songs back on?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yyeeaaah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn the music back on and he settles back into his seat with a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; grin from ear to ear &lt;/span&gt;while I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sulk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ask you ladies, do I have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toddler&lt;/span&gt; or a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;teenager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-1397294430641817691?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1397294430641817691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=1397294430641817691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1397294430641817691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/1397294430641817691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/toddler-or-teenager.html' title='Toddler or Teenager?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-8573490382783955594</id><published>2009-03-01T17:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:06:27.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='16 months'/><title type='text'>16 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>In honor of Rylan turning 16 months old today, I thought I'd d complete this survey.&lt;br /&gt;It's from a myspace bulletin, so we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Here you go mommi&lt;wbr&gt;es - a diffe&lt;wbr&gt;rent kind of surve&lt;wbr&gt;y for a chang&lt;wbr&gt;e - it's all about&lt;wbr&gt; your first born!&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS YOUR FIRST&lt;wbr&gt; PREGN&lt;wbr&gt;ANCY PLANN&lt;wbr&gt;ED?&lt;br /&gt;YES, but he was actually a surprise, considering we didn't think we would have get to have him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WERE YOU MARRI&lt;wbr&gt;ED AT THE TIME?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for 5 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WERE YOUR REACT&lt;wbr&gt;IONS?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared, very concerned about miscarriage due to the BT, but over the moon with happiness and shock! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW OLD WERE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;When I got pg- 25, when I gave birth- 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGN&lt;wbr&gt;ANT? &lt;br /&gt;Spotted, but no period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Well Joe, then Lisa, Bobbie, and Vinnie.  The next day we told all of the future g-parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU WANT TO FIND OUT THE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUE DATE?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 7, 2007.  He was born on Nov. 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU HAVE MORNI&lt;wbr&gt;NG SICKN&lt;wbr&gt;ESS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, very nauseous for the first 2-3 months.  Lots of 7-UP and crackers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID YOU CRAVE&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly cake and ice cream!   But, one time I had a really bad craving for fried mushrooms.  Which is weird because I don't even like mushrooms and don't think I've ever had them fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO/&lt;wbr&gt;WHAT IRRIT&lt;wbr&gt;ATED YOU THE MOST?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno.  All of the wives tales people tell you, like you've never heard them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST&lt;wbr&gt; CHILD&lt;wbr&gt;'S SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Boy.  He is my first and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOS&lt;wbr&gt;ITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTI&lt;wbr&gt;NG?&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone said that Rylan was a girl, so I was shocked when the u/s tech said he is a boy. But, I didn't wish he was a girl -EVER.  I just have always wanted him to be healthy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY POUND&lt;wbr&gt;S DID YOU GAIN THROU&lt;wbr&gt;GHOUT&lt;wbr&gt; THE PREGN&lt;wbr&gt;ANCY?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34lbs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWE&lt;wbr&gt;R?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS IT A SURPR&lt;wbr&gt;ISE OR DID YOU KNOW?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPL&lt;wbr&gt;ICATI&lt;wbr&gt;ONS DURIN&lt;wbr&gt;G YOUR PREGN&lt;wbr&gt;ANCY?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, nothing.  It was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; pregnancy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE&lt;wbr&gt; DID YOU GIVE BIRTH&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;St. Joseph's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY HOURS&lt;wbr&gt; WERE YOU IN LABOR&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;The doc broke my water around 10am and Ry was born at 4:15pm, so technically 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DROVE&lt;wbr&gt; YOU TO THE HOSPI&lt;wbr&gt;TAL?&lt;br /&gt;My Joe.  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WATCH&lt;wbr&gt;ED YOU GIVE BIRTH&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Joe, my mom, and Joe's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS IT NATUR&lt;wbr&gt;AL OR C-&lt;wbr&gt;SECTI&lt;wbr&gt;ON?&lt;br /&gt;Natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU TAKE MEDIC&lt;wbr&gt;INE TO EASE THE PAIN?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD&lt;wbr&gt; WEIGH&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;7lbs, 6oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD&lt;wbr&gt; ACTUA&lt;wbr&gt;LLY BORN?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, November 1, 2007 @ 4:15pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/&lt;wbr&gt;HER?&lt;br /&gt;Rylan Chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW OLD IS YOUR FIRST&lt;wbr&gt; BORN TODAY&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 16 months, 1 hour, and 43 minutes RIGHT NOW! :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying post pics of Rylan eating off his plate with his fork and spoon, but blogger is not letting me do it.  I think Vista needs to quit butting in to our internet!  It's really starting to urk me.  Maybe I can post some pics from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st of March!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-8573490382783955594?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8573490382783955594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=8573490382783955594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/8573490382783955594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/8573490382783955594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/16-months-old.html' title='16 Months Old!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-3940512326458699038</id><published>2009-02-26T13:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:23:25.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Creative, Sneaky Toddler</title><content type='html'>I am female, so of course I have a..... &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; pairs of shoes. A lot of those shoes are housed under Rylan's crib, so it should come as no surprise to me this morning when I was searching for a pair a shoes that I had worn two days ago that they would not be where I left them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, yesterday morning my creative, sneaky toddler decided to put 5 shoes and a flip flop along with my robe in the clothes hamper. It took me a while to realize what had happened. I kept looking and riffling through the shoes under his crib and could not fine them! I turned my head (I was on the floor) to see the bottom of a shoe through the hole of hamper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I giggled, and so did he as I pull each shoe out of the hamper. The robe was the most surprising item of the bunch. It is a long, heavy robe, so it would have taken some time for those little hands to pull it over his head and get it into the hamper- taller than he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my creative, sneaky toddler!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-3940512326458699038?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3940512326458699038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=3940512326458699038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3940512326458699038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/3940512326458699038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-creative-sneaky-toddler.html' title='My Creative, Sneaky Toddler'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-2748107890454936916</id><published>2009-02-21T08:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:37:15.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously Though</title><content type='html'>I can't shake that feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The need is creeping up on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wondering and wishing is beginning to take its toll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind can't stop trying to decide 'when'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is calling out for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My subconscious is playing tricks on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about?  The bug.  I am slowly getting the bug again.  Somebody help me!!! Make it stop!  I'm being greedy.  I need to control the urges.  My husband will never go for it.  Rylan will not like it.  But nevertheless, here I sit.  Trying to talk myself out of thinking about it.  About having the "bug".  You know what bug I'm talking about, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-2748107890454936916?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2748107890454936916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=2748107890454936916' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2748107890454936916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2748107890454936916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously-though.html' title='Seriously Though'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6753483427346148003</id><published>2009-02-20T07:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:14:45.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update......  A Week Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SZ6mGV7qmSI/AAAAAAAAA8E/9Xx9XebdsYI/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SZ6mGV7qmSI/AAAAAAAAA8E/9Xx9XebdsYI/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304860038985849122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SZ6mGEEye6I/AAAAAAAAA78/M_aUJ7a0IcM/s1600-h/pool+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SZ6mGEEye6I/AAAAAAAAA78/M_aUJ7a0IcM/s320/pool+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304860034192276386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylan's aunt and uncle came in town over the weekend.  They offered for us to bring Rylan to the hotel for some pool time.  He had a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;BLAST!!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He could not get enough of his uncle!  They goofed off and played all day.  This was Rylan's first time in a big pool, so it was a big deal for us.  He took to the water like a fish, kicking and splashing.  I am going to put him in swimming classes this summer.  It was a really good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On V Day, our friends renewed their wedding vows.  It was their 10 year anniversary!  Joe and I both were honored to be a part of their renewal.  Here's a pic of us. I'm only posting it because it is SO RARE these days that we have our picture taken together, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SZ6p1U8IIxI/AAAAAAAAA8M/67f7FOQ0KWw/s1600-h/100_1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SZ6p1U8IIxI/AAAAAAAAA8M/67f7FOQ0KWw/s320/100_1671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304864144708084498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not really that tall, I'm wearing heels! :-)  I thought it was time for a V-Day weekend update, considering today is Friday and we're gearing up for a new weekend.  Thankfully, we don't have any plans yet.  Thank you for your sweet comments on my last post!  I just need to calm down.  I have a wonderful life!  I just wish I more time to enjoy it.  Rylan and I have the day together, so I'm scooting off here to play with him!  Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-6753483427346148003?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6753483427346148003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6753483427346148003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6753483427346148003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6753483427346148003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-update-week-late.html' title='Weekend Update......  A Week Late'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SZ6mGV7qmSI/AAAAAAAAA8E/9Xx9XebdsYI/s72-c/IMG_0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-2686368149219354195</id><published>2009-02-16T13:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:45:12.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Blame It On The Hormones....</title><content type='html'>I cried this morning, I mean &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt;. Actually it was probably more like bawling, bawling my eyes out. The tears streamed down my face. I would get them under control then look in the baby mirror to find Rylan sleeping away in his car seat, and down they would pour again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see for the past few weeks I have been daydreaming about staying home with Rylan. I feel like I am just dumping him off while I go to work. I want to be with him. I do not want him to feel as though I am trading his life for some extra cash (and of course that is how I feel). It's a constant emotional roller coaster and I am beginning to feel completely exhausted and run down from it on top of feeling like a terrible mother whose child's life is fast forwarding in the blink of an eye in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning when I carried Rylan into my in-laws' house the sobbing only worsened. Do you know that I didn't even get Rylan a decent breakfast? We split a banana and then he had a string cheese before we left the house. The guilt is indescribable. I am sure that I made an absolute fool of myself this morning. Poor things, they just wanted to watch their grandson, they didn't sign up for a freak show daughter-in-law with her bottomless bag of tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Rylan is fine and will have a blast with his grandparents today. I am confident that he is in wonderful hands with all 6 of his grandparents, so it has nothing to do with worrying about him. I know that I can't blame this on the hormones. I am not pregnant and have not nursed for 7 months now, so what then? Is this normal? My MIL and FIL said that it is. They said they completely understand. My MIL said that we are doing a wonderful job with Rylan (very nice to hear by the way).&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like an emotional wreck. I have my 2 very special - irreplacable men in my life. I just need more time with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll save Joe for another blog post.... I should probably get back to work now. Thanks for listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26347323-2686368149219354195?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2686368149219354195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=2686368149219354195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2686368149219354195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/2686368149219354195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-blame-it-on-hormones.html' title='Can&apos;t Blame It On The Hormones....'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26347323.post-6935213889840532524</id><published>2009-02-14T07:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:19:19.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Blogging and Other Stuff</title><content type='html'>I love blogging...... BUT.....&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... There's never any time to blog.  Through the day, I think to myself, "I should blog about this".  Then of course when I get home I want to spend time with Rylan and Joe.  By the time Rylan's asleep I'm normally right behind him.  We sleep, then get up and that's my time with Rylan before I go to work.   I'm sure most of you fellow working mommas are feeling the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being a working momma:  I do not particularly care for it.  Sure, if you're going to be a working momma, then I have the best situation possible or so I feel.  My mom watches Rylan, and she lives just 3 minutes from the school where I work.  I can leave at the drop of a hat without question for an emergency.  Our principal has 3 boys, so she is very understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a couple of hours in the morning with Rylan.  Of course the Debbie Downer in me has to mention that a lot of our time together is getting both of us ready to go.   I plan on taking the summer off, so I am really looking forward to that.  Ultimately, I want to be a stay at home mom again who subs once of twice a week.  Financially, that will not work because we just bought a new car and my student loan is a pretty hefty monthly payment.  OY.  I hate to admit to myself but I think that I nixed my stay at home possibilities when I signed on with my current job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really don't care to read about my working woes.  Rylan is just absolutely perfect!  :-)  Right now he is watching Sid the Science Kid, most definitely something he watched earlier this week, but he absolutely adores Sid!  He will be spending the day with his grandparents while Joe and I take part in our friends wedding vow renewal.  The venue is walking distance from our house, so I am hoping to bring him down and let him dance at the reception barring the music isn't deafening loud.  Should be a fun time for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should pick up the house as the girls are getting ready here and Joe's parents are watching Ry bug here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have  a good Valentine's Day!&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/26347323-6935213889840532524?l=weeksbabystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6935213889840532524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26347323&amp;postID=6935213889840532524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6935213889840532524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26347323/posts/default/6935213889840532524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeksbabystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-blogging-and-other-stuff.html' title='On Blogging and Other Stuff'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386896329430903898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghJyWO8eu70/SScM9KUlY7I/AAAAAAAAA08/SjMm4-ranv4/S220/scan0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
