tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81600578588155685922024-03-13T06:33:40.404-07:00A day in the life of a toddler...Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-44169189398790788332008-11-20T22:18:00.000-08:002008-11-20T23:07:28.989-08:00What a day is like for meSo, I'm getting to be such a big girl now! I thought I'd update what a day is like for me.<br /><br />I start out by waking up and getting out of bed, then going to find Mommy, as she usually wakes up first. I call for her, sometimes I cry, but usually not if she meets me half way in the hall! Then I have numma and Mommy takes off my diaper or pull-up.<br /><br />You see, I only have to wear a diaper or pull-up around the house at night, because while I'm almost always dry, when I'm not feeling good, sometimes I won't hold it all night and I'll be too tired to get out of bed, so I'll have an accident. But most of the time, I'm dry until I can get to the potty.<br /><br />Then I ask for breakfast. I like egg for breakfast--either an omelet with onions, salt, pepper and cheese or fried with a little salt are my favorites. Sometimes I like a blueberry waffle with parkay spray instead, or oatmeal made with milk and with jam or a little can of fruit mixed in. I like to drink milk or water with it. I'm good at saying which I want.<br /><br />I like to watch Mommy cook. and hold the spatula when she's not using it!<br /><br />Then I play while Mommy's on the computer. Sometimes I bring something to draw on and sit in the chair with Mommy. Sometimes, I get out my aquadoodle pad and draw on the floor instead. And sometimes, I ask to watch a baby einstein or thomas the train or little bear.<br /><br />I can potty by myself and I use the big toilet when I need to, then stand on it after I flush and wash my hands. I usually need help getting soap, though! But that's why I'm naked all day--clothes sometimes make me forget or slow me down and I have accidents. When I go potty when we're out, I need my pants taken all the way off at least one leg so I can straddle the potty--otherwise I fall in!<br /><br />Sometime during the day, I like to get Mommy to read to me and we read about 10-20 books. I can read some of them to Mommy (by pictures). I've learned most of my colors now and am very good at purple, pink, blue and usually red and green. I get yellow most of the time now and grey and brown aren't hard.<br /><br />Then we have lunch--I tend to not eat much for lunch and want more numma, but I'll have some of whatever Mommy eats. I like to have some tasty bread especially. Or just some fruit. My favorite fruits are banana, peaches, nectarines, watermelon and pear. To drink, I like to have water or maybe some chai latte or chocolate milk or tea, although I get those not very often.<br /><br />Then Daddy comes home--yay! I get so excited to see my Daddy and I hope we're going bye-bye! The house can get so boring. If we go bye-bye, I can get myself dressed a little. I can pull on my pullup and put on a shirt and pants if I try hard enough, but usually need help. Socks are too hard, but I can put shoes on. I wear a pull-up out in case Mommy and Daddy don't hear me when I ask to go to the bathroom or we're too far away or I forget to ask.<br /><br />In the carseat, I can buckle my chest strap closed, but the leg straps need help! I like to have a blanket if it's cold and right now, my stuffed kitty. I used to like to have a book with me. I prefer to walk most of the time, but sometimes I like to be carried or ride in the cart. If we're at the store, I like to put stuff on the conveyer when we're checking out. It helps distract me from all that candy! I like to have a snack in the car, like a banana or goldfish crackers.<br /><br />When we get home, I like to have lots for dinner. Sometimes I don't want to eat much of anything, though. I like my food with lots of flavor, but not too hot! If I make a mess, I like to be the one to clean it up. I love helping clean!<br /><br />I like to have a bath as often as possible, too. I can wash my body myself and don't need any help, just sometimes some direction if I miss a spot! It takes me a while to get them all. I can almost wash my hair, which is important, because I hate having my hair washed by someone else! I'm trying very hard to learn. Mommy and Daddy wash my hair with the shower sprayer fast on days when it needs it, which always makes me cry for a little bit. I really don't like that! But in the bath takes even longer of upsetting me. But I love everything else about baths!<br /><br />After bath, I want numma with Mommy in bed. Baths are pretty random through the day.<br /><br />I'm starting to not take naps. If we go somewhere, I take my nap in the carseat, but if we're home, I often don't take a nap anymore, or take it from 8-10, when Mommy wakes me up. Numma then, too!<br /><br />Daddy goes to bed and we stay up for a few more hours and go to bed between 2-3am. This way, I can wake up around 12-1 and Daddy's only gone a short part of the day, so I get the most time with him I can, which I like now. I like Daddy's new job. I ask if he's working and when I'm ready for him to come home, I start saying so. Sometimes, it's "Daddy working? Ringing?" meaning that I want Daddy to call and then come home.<br /><br />I'm a pretty independent girl, but I still love to snuggle. And I like going to play at the bookstore or go out to eat with Sarah and Becky. Or have Janene come over and ask her to read to me and play with me.<br /><br />At the end of the day, Mommy has me grab a diaper or pull-up and we go to bed. I bounce around a little and giggle, then we put on the diaper and pajamas or my nightgown or nightshirt. Then we turn out the night light we use to get ready by (so as not to wake Daddy) and snuggle and I get numma while Mommy tells me my favorite stories--"Zoo Day 1-2-3", which I call "Giraffe" and "Goodnight Moon", which I just call "Moon". Then she sings Hush, Little Baby, A-B-C and then Twinkle, Twinkle and then we say good-night to everything and everyone I can think of, finally we say night-night to the nummas and I stop and snuggle some more. Then I like to pull the blanket over my head and sometimes I babble a while, then we fall asleep.<br /><br />If Mommy spends too much time on the computer, I let her know that it's bedtime. I like bedtime! And then my day is done!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-1806990608167297562008-10-17T10:56:00.000-07:002008-10-17T11:02:14.435-07:00My artHere are a few pictures I've drawn. The first is the first one I ever did, on my Magnadoodle. The rest are a drawing I did with crayons on paper and drawings and colorings I did with my 2nd birthday present coloring book!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly%20Art/082.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly%20Art/082.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly%20Art/Lilly_art001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly%20Art/Lilly_art001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly%20Art/Lilly_art003.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly%20Art/Lilly_art003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly%20Art/Lilly_art002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly%20Art/Lilly_art002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-3453984136595927382008-10-15T22:17:00.000-07:002008-10-17T20:08:55.926-07:00I'm two!Today was my birthday!! Wow, everyone kept telling me about it, but I didn't really know that it was a day to celebrate me. Mommy woke me up early to open presents (Daddy had a really hard time waking up) so we could go to the pediatrician.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/006.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/007.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/008.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/009.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/010.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/011.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/014.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/013.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/015.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/016.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/017.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/018.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/019.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I loved my presents! Mommy says we'll make the playsilks colorful by dying them with Kool-Aid later. It was fun throwing them around, but I'm not sure what they're really for yet. Mommy says that my imagination will tell me.<br /><br />We went to the pediatrician and I got a sticker since it was my birthday--it had a pony on it, I liked it so much I didn't want to put on my jacket and cover it up! I was 26.5lbs and 34" tall, making me perfectly average--50th percentile. Yay, me! My height has slowed down a little, but my weight is very good. The doctor doesn't think I had chicken pox, though (she said my spots were too small). We'll see--Mommy says she'll have my 'titers' drawn when I'm older to find out. Everyone else thinks the doctor was wrong. It's okay, she's funny and nice and her office has lots of pretty colors that I like!<br /><br />Then we went by the park to see if they had reserved my birthday party time, but they didn't have a posted sheet anymore. So we're going to just go there anyway for my party. I was sad I didn't get to play, but Mommy was right--it was cold and too wet. I hope it's nice out for my party!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/020.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5uBEPhG6rE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5uBEPhG6rE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Then we went and got pictures taken at the mall. Mommy was in my pictures, too! Yay! There were lots of good pictures of me and baby Kick, too. I'm so excited to see baby Kick and I love feeling baby in Mommy's belly. I fell asleep after that, but woke up to see Mimi for a minute before I fell asleep again. When I woke up, Mommy gave me a cookie she got for me in the store. Then we went over to Mimi so she could give us my special birthday dinner, yay! She also had a surprise present for me--a balloon! I like balloons.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/023.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then we went home and had the dinner (it was really yummy) and my birthday cake. Mommy and Daddy sang to me, too. Aunt Janene never came over, which made me a little sad, but Mommy said she had a bad day--her phone was broken, so she couldn't talk to us to meet up. But we ended the day watching Thomas The Tank Engine and reading and eating and being a happy family!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/024.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/026.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/025.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/027.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Lilly_2nd_Bday/027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-6287958923638564522008-10-04T16:27:00.000-07:002008-10-04T16:34:40.834-07:00I have chicken pox!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/003-2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/003-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As you can see, it's not a bad case, but I had bad diarrhea for a couple days before the spots started. I caught it from my friend, Keegan when we were playing a couple weeks ago. We had a lot of fun and he said he wanted me to come back until the next day. Then he said I shouldn't come over. When his mom asked why, he said it was because of the chicken pox he spotted up with that day. He didn't realize I'd already caught it! But he's a sweet friend, he didn't want me to be sick, too. I can't wait to get over this and go play with him again! Everyone keeps saying they feel bad for me, but I feel fine! The bites I got from that bad mosquito outside itch WAY more! At least I'll be all better before my birthday.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-58556732572769615692008-09-28T23:35:00.000-07:002008-10-04T16:48:58.680-07:00Renaissance Festival<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOf_gmk7XjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/WJ3A171qurI/s1600-h/dread_pirate_Lilly.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOf_gmk7XjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/WJ3A171qurI/s320/dread_pirate_Lilly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253448425927302706" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOf_hMkxZ-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/TIgx7vblfDs/s1600-h/Renfest_9_28_08+%282%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOf_hMkxZ-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/TIgx7vblfDs/s320/Renfest_9_28_08+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253448436127197154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOf_hMuBt-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/p60HA-HFHYs/s1600-h/Renfest_9_28_08+%2812%29+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOf_hMuBt-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/p60HA-HFHYs/s320/Renfest_9_28_08+%2812%29+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253448436166014946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOf_hMQAD8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/zfgW1ggngvE/s1600-h/Renfest_9_28_08+%2816%29+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOf_hMQAD8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/zfgW1ggngvE/s320/Renfest_9_28_08+%2816%29+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253448436040077250" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOf_ggaIA9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ksZqBXIroJ8/s1600-h/CH.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOf_ggaIA9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ksZqBXIroJ8/s320/CH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253448424271381458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOgARRVPc8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/r-apVM_kCTc/s1600-h/Renfest_9_28_08+%288%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOgARRVPc8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/r-apVM_kCTc/s320/Renfest_9_28_08+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253449262037955522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOgAR9KP0kI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ZfuR4-Q472Q/s1600-h/Renfest_9_28_08+%2814%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOgAR9KP0kI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ZfuR4-Q472Q/s320/Renfest_9_28_08+%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253449273803002434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOgAR1_giwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/gZLucb9RaFs/s1600-h/Renfest_9_28_08+%289%29+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SOgAR1_giwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/gZLucb9RaFs/s320/Renfest_9_28_08+%289%29+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253449271878912770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Today I went to this place called Renaissance Festival in Bonner Springs. I got to dress up like a pirate princess and Mommy was a fairy and we went with Aunt Neenee and Christyle and saw Aunt Crissi, Sydney, Alex and Eric H. as they were leaving.<br /><br />We had a lot of fun. I got to eat a turkey leg and a bite of philly chips and got a ribbon to dance with since I had so much fun playing with the display one. Mommy got a parasol and we got a free fan and eye patch for getting those. I also got some juggling balls for my ball toss game in my playroom.<br /><br />Then I went on this ride called the Crow's Nest that spins around really fast. I liked it for about the first half, then it got scary. I was really happy to get off, but later, when I saw it again, I ran over because I wanted to go again! But Mommy and Daddy said no since it scared me the first time. Oh, well.<br /><br />At the end, I got to play in their playground and had lots of fun and then we went home.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-47193185592410152462008-09-06T21:24:00.000-07:002008-09-07T21:40:32.749-07:00OMG! Nooooooo!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/006-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/006-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Today, I saw this really cool big carousel and Mommy took me on it. At first, it was great, I thought. But then it started to move. I thought it was fun, but it got too fast and I was really scared. I think I'll stick to the small rides from now on.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/003-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/003-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/004-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/004-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/005-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/005-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-38185652026595575552008-08-29T23:00:00.000-07:002008-08-30T11:25:04.446-07:00Santacaligon DaysSo much fun! At first, I was pretty tired--I fell asleep in Aunt Neenee's car after we went to the dollar store (where I got TWO dolls because I wanted them and Mommy made me pick one--she really picked--and a grandma-lady asked if she could buy me the other, so yay!) and when I woke up, Neenee was putting me in the stroller and she and Sarah pushed me up to Mommy, who got out of the car closer, I guess, while I was asleep, so she didn't have to walk as far (she has trouble with a lot of walking, my baby sibling makes her tummy hurt sometimes) and then we waited for Aunt Neenee to come back and I woke up slowly. Mommy handed me my doll (I was only allowed to carry one around the festival) and my water and then we went.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />At first, it was interesting, but overwhelming. The grownups were just looking for food, so I just took in the sights and woke up, kinda bored. When Sarah and Neenee had food, we sat down and I got out of the stroller and ran around. We put on glow necklaces and bracelets and giggled and took pictures. Neenee wanted lots with me in my bonnet. I gave everyone kisses and Aunt Neenee lots of hugs, then Mommy put me on a leash so I could run around instead of just sitting in the boring stroller, yay!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjpFOwlCxI/AAAAAAAAATE/AIkFeOZ43Zc/s1600-h/006b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjpFOwlCxI/AAAAAAAAATE/AIkFeOZ43Zc/s320/006b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240194442516040466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjpFVJSV2I/AAAAAAAAATM/cFdslSivSXQ/s1600-h/008b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjpFVJSV2I/AAAAAAAAATM/cFdslSivSXQ/s320/008b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240194444230285154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjpFU_QYtI/AAAAAAAAATU/bfWnFWUwxH4/s1600-h/010b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjpFU_QYtI/AAAAAAAAATU/bfWnFWUwxH4/s320/010b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240194444188213970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjpFQJHmiI/AAAAAAAAATc/sVy3yBXr8a8/s1600-h/016b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjpFQJHmiI/AAAAAAAAATc/sVy3yBXr8a8/s320/016b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240194442887404066" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjpFuEze2I/AAAAAAAAATk/ndDEpvf_Tww/s1600-h/017b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjpFuEze2I/AAAAAAAAATk/ndDEpvf_Tww/s320/017b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240194450922371938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjp7DQNnpI/AAAAAAAAATs/3ZAVpiYgP9E/s1600-h/018b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjp7DQNnpI/AAAAAAAAATs/3ZAVpiYgP9E/s320/018b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240195367140433554" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjp7FEOb9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/7g0wm9lEpOg/s1600-h/019b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjp7FEOb9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/7g0wm9lEpOg/s320/019b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240195367627026386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Then we got to look at lots of stuff and had a lot of fun. Mommy got a sandwich and Sarah got Dot ice cream and everyone shared everything with me. I even got some of Neenee's tea! Yum! Then we came to this game, with all these rubber fish, like rubber duckies, and Aunt Neenee paid for me to play. It took a few minutes before I understood that it was okay to pick up the fish, then I did and won two small prizes. My first carnival game! I could have traded for a medium, but they weren't very good, so Mommy picked me a stuffed rubber ducky (yay!) and a light-up wand that has a moon and star and glows at different speeds--I really like them. We found a stand with cheap bracelets and I put LOTS on my arm, though Mommy made me pick just one (she picked, AGAIN).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjp7HbgmtI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2iMdQ2QCsyE/s1600-h/021b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjp7HbgmtI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2iMdQ2QCsyE/s320/021b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240195368261556946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjp7WUA3ZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/F24NX9-coj0/s1600-h/022b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjp7WUA3ZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/F24NX9-coj0/s320/022b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240195372256648594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjp7cYTwWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Rn7gEkADF7c/s1600-h/023b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjp7cYTwWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Rn7gEkADF7c/s320/023b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240195373885276514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then Daddy got there with Rebecca and we all walked around a little more and I got to see some big animals called mules and I liked it, but when we got close enough to almost touch, I got scared. I just wanted to stare and stare, but Mommy took me back to Daddy. I wanted to go back, but she'd taken me over special to see them. Then we got some sweet stuff for Aunt Neenee and Rebecca and I got to have some and play on the railing to some shallow stairs we were sitting on until it was time to go get the famous rootbeer and then leave.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjqXprjf_I/AAAAAAAAAUU/wR_2MXcvFnE/s1600-h/024b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjqXprjf_I/AAAAAAAAAUU/wR_2MXcvFnE/s320/024b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240195858491998194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjqXzIRlSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Q9RKYbCGqlc/s1600-h/026b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SLjqXzIRlSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Q9RKYbCGqlc/s320/026b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240195861028377890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />We drove back with Sarah and Neenee while Rebecca and Daddy walked back and then Mommy and Sarah sat on the porch and watched me play at home until Daddy and Rebecca got there. I fell chasing my ball and split my lip, ouch! But other than that, I had a lot of fun. I'm so very tired now, though, I'm going to sleep. I can't really keep my eyes open any more...Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-67171054021147501112008-08-21T12:35:00.000-07:002008-08-21T12:48:43.211-07:00Yay, Potty!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SK3GBEqquZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HWrwHW3r-OM/s1600-h/010b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SK3GBEqquZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HWrwHW3r-OM/s320/010b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237059663436626322" border="0" /></a><br />Last night and this morning, I decided I was ready to start using the big potty on my own! I haven't used a diaper except out of the house in almost a week now. I just decided last week when Mommy and Daddy bought me big girl panties that I was ready to use the potty all the time. For the first few days, I had about an accident a day, but I've been good about making it to the potty since! I'm still trying to learn to poop in the potty--I've done it a few times, but it's harder! I like my panties, though, and I like not having to wear diapers. Mommy and Daddy are surprised at how fast I went from diapers to no diapers, but really? I don't see why! They should know I was just waiting until I was totally ready! And I'm so glad they waited with me. I love the putting the peepee in the big potty ritual and I love flushing! When I miss the potty with my poopoo, though, I run and get a wipe. I'm trying to do it myself, but Mommy always catches me and helps! I want to do it myself! Ahh, well, I suppose she can help, it does make it easier and faster.<br /><br />Anyhow, I'm potty learned!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-56923984971251711462008-08-05T20:38:00.001-07:002008-08-05T20:54:56.294-07:00Skating and other big stuffToday was a big day--Daddy stayed home today for a little while so he could take Mommy to get something called an ultrasound. They said it showed the baby on the monitor--I have no idea what I was looking at, but I didn't see a baby! I keep checking my belly to see if it's getting big like Mommy's!<br /><br />And while Daddy was at work, Mommy said I could try out my skates. Boy were they fun!<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pyMBv0xSAMc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pyMBv0xSAMc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Well, that's all for now, enjoy some pictures!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SJkeVGfMpOI/AAAAAAAAASU/ikXFaFJs9kY/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SJkeVGfMpOI/AAAAAAAAASU/ikXFaFJs9kY/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231245790035092706" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SJkeU5e8N5I/AAAAAAAAASM/fRsoC_bhu98/s1600-h/016b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SJkeU5e8N5I/AAAAAAAAASM/fRsoC_bhu98/s320/016b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231245786544355218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SJkeVQzoLUI/AAAAAAAAASk/tippd_s_cv4/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SJkeVQzoLUI/AAAAAAAAASk/tippd_s_cv4/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231245792805137730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SJkeVHeCdfI/AAAAAAAAASc/iDYkZ2bzIvM/s1600-h/017b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SJkeVHeCdfI/AAAAAAAAASc/iDYkZ2bzIvM/s320/017b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231245790298666482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SJkeVhmGHNI/AAAAAAAAASs/evI5Pqxvl_U/s1600-h/014b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SJkeVhmGHNI/AAAAAAAAASs/evI5Pqxvl_U/s320/014b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231245797311782098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SJkfvB9jwGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/h6XPDWPh2Ss/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SJkfvB9jwGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/h6XPDWPh2Ss/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231247335008485474" border="0" /></a>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-14930779514456829402008-07-10T11:56:00.000-07:002008-07-12T12:13:26.846-07:00Dragon!I have a new word--"Gagon!" That's how I say 'dragon' and it's because I really love Mommy's new wallpaper on the computer. Sometimes I shorten it to "gogo" because that's easier, but when I don't want to be mistaken, it's gagon!<br /><br />And here's the wallpaper:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SHj-2jetr2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/-2NG3oF_d10/s1600-h/Baby_dragon_by_oilcorner.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SHj-2jetr2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/-2NG3oF_d10/s320/Baby_dragon_by_oilcorner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222203981126545250" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's been really hot lately, so after a walk to the mail box, Mommy and I have been playing in the pool in the back yard. It's fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SHkCKZrQLEI/AAAAAAAAASE/uS_N0cKYR6I/s1600-h/003b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SHkCKZrQLEI/AAAAAAAAASE/uS_N0cKYR6I/s320/003b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222207620627049538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SHkCKCKwyFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3or_cqp5kOE/s1600-h/005b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SHkCKCKwyFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3or_cqp5kOE/s320/005b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222207614316759122" border="0" /></a><br />And I asked Mommy to pain my toes and she did, so I sat really still until she told me they were dry. I think it's fun to point out that our toenails are the same color. And I still can't find that baby she says is in her tummy. I look and look, but she says we have to wait until a few months after my second birthday to meet the baby. I don't want to wait! I like babies!<br /><br />I also like toilet paper--I like to wipe my bottom and blow my nose! And I love brushing my teeth!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-48956895959135423802008-06-01T19:37:00.000-07:002008-06-03T14:02:38.186-07:00Water play time!So, this weekend was really hot so Mommy and Daddy took me to the water playground and set up my pool. The water playground was fun after I was done being scared of getting water in my face (I don't like water in my face) but I really prefer playing in the tub! The pool was like a HUGE tub and Mommy got in, too! Unfortunately, there was a leak in the air part and it deflated so we didn't get to play long. Mommy says they're going to get it replaced and aunt Neenee said she'd come play with us!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SEWwv0YxiYI/AAAAAAAAARs/rH7xWS4DCnc/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SEWwv0YxiYI/AAAAAAAAARs/rH7xWS4DCnc/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207762879686740354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SEWwva5ZpAI/AAAAAAAAARk/Bgqn08Pfu2M/s1600-h/015b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SEWwva5ZpAI/AAAAAAAAARk/Bgqn08Pfu2M/s320/015b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207762872844264450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SEWwu9_JlGI/AAAAAAAAARc/ckN8Uy_Zx0k/s1600-h/022b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SEWwu9_JlGI/AAAAAAAAARc/ckN8Uy_Zx0k/s320/022b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207762865083749474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SEWwukOMxDI/AAAAAAAAARU/tLZhS8G09QE/s1600-h/023b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SEWwukOMxDI/AAAAAAAAARU/tLZhS8G09QE/s320/023b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207762858167551026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SEWwuOzjixI/AAAAAAAAARM/aFiBzyp_Hjs/s1600-h/008b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SEWwuOzjixI/AAAAAAAAARM/aFiBzyp_Hjs/s320/008b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207762852418652946" border="0" /></a>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-12984910351132645472008-05-23T18:34:00.000-07:002008-05-25T18:40:51.861-07:00Pediatrician update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SDoUbpOF9WI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-mH9cPzC2u0/s1600-h/006b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SDoUbpOF9WI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-mH9cPzC2u0/s320/006b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204494784534017378" border="0" /></a><br />Well, yesterday, first of all, I put my shoes on all by myself! Yay!!<br /><br />Today I went to the pediatrician and I'm 24 lbs, 9oz and 34 inches tall. I grew 3 inches! That's tall and average weight. My iron was 11.4, so it was good. Then we went to play at the park--that was fun! Then we went out to play with Sarah and Rebecca and ate fondu at the Melting Pot, then we walked to Barnes and Noble on the plaza after Rebecca left.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SDoU95OF9XI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2Nj37uaDAY0/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/SDoU95OF9XI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2Nj37uaDAY0/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204495372944536946" border="0" /></a>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-71390000927386573392008-04-16T18:24:00.001-07:002008-04-16T18:38:09.396-07:00Fun times in the sunToday we went out and played in the afternoon springtime and had a lot of fun!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime018.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime019.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime020.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime021.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime026.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime025.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime026.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime024.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/Springplaytime024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-36656974313444258122008-03-23T10:52:00.000-07:002008-03-23T11:04:59.067-07:00Happy Easter!Happy Easter to me! Yesterday, I got in a new tooth--meaning I have eleven now! SO, this morning I woke up and Mommy was there, acting very excited. Soon, I saw why!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>So, after hugging my new giant duck, I got all the presents out of my basket, including clothes from Great-Grandma Jodie and Great-Grandpa Neal in California (who also gave me the giant duck) and a soft lamb from Grandma Sharon! Then Mommy showed me the big present from Daddy and her--a <a href="http://www.novatechgadgets.com/filipealezoo.html">Little People's Zoo</a>! We got it out and played with it a little and I LOVE it! Then, Mommy took me to the potty and I peed and then she put me in one of my new cloth diapers and got me dressed up:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/031-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/031-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>So we could go Easter Egg hunting!! We had to get Daddy up, who was very tired and hard to wake up, but he got up and we all went out and I had a lot of fun finding all my eggs! Although, I didn't understand at first.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/033b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/033b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I tried to give my basket back to Mommy, I didn't know why I needed it outside. She kept telling me to look for eggs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/034b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/034b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I sat on my ride-on and tried to understand what she meant. Where could these eggs be?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Oh, I get it!! Wow, this is fun!! I played with my ball, too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/055b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/055b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Hey, is that another egg over there?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/050b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/050b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/051b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/051b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hooray for me!! I clapped because I know I did a good job finding and collecting all my eggs! I got distracted before the last one when I found out--THEY OPEN!! Oh, my gosh, so exciting! There were yummy treats inside! Well, off to eat my goldfish and Reeses eggs (I don't like jelly beans)!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-12020126984536652702008-03-18T15:06:00.000-07:002008-03-18T15:37:05.458-07:00My InterestsSo I thought it was time to give an update of the things I'm into!<br /><br />I still love music, especially KoRn, the White Stripes and Seether. I love to dance and I get excited whenever Mommy turns on the stereo. I even turned it on today because she didn't turn it on when I wanted. I'm dancing in her lap while nursing right now, to the Killers.<br /><br />I still love climbing! I climb everything and anything and like to climb up and sit on top of the cat house. Sometimes that annoys Nimbus, who annoys me. But I love my kitten! I even said "kitten" yesterday when I woke up and saw Brat.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R-A9ogvoCXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/q9m-3k12_UY/s1600-h/056.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R-A9ogvoCXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/q9m-3k12_UY/s320/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179207337669822834" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love baths!! When Mommy says "Bath" I go running for the bathroom and try to climb into the tub. She helps me out of my clothes and diaper and I get in and play in the water as it fills. I don't like that it's over when I pull the plug and all the water drains! I want her to refill it and start over! I also love washing my hands and whenever I see her doing it, I climb onto the toilet and wash mine, too. I get upset when she doesn't want to let me, but she admits there's no reason I shouldn't! She even says we need to get me a taller step stool so I can get up there myself. She says I shouldn't sit in the sink and throw everything off and turn the water on myself, though.<br /><br />I love my dolls. I'll pick them up and carry them around and I ask Mommy and Daddy to read to me and my dolls at the same time! Aunt Neenee will hold my doll for me whenever I ask and I guess she's a good doll sitter, though I don't like to leave them with someone else very long, I come running back and hug them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R-A-vQvoCYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RzuEkx46a24/s1600-h/002b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R-A-vQvoCYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RzuEkx46a24/s320/002b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179208553145567618" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love Aunt Neenee! I get excited whenever she visits and I run over and climb into her lap. Often, she takes us places, which is another thing I love! I love going bye-bye! It's fun climbing into my seat by myself and going somewhere I can run around and play, even if it's just the store--I get to push the cart! I love it!<br /><br />I love Mommy. I love nursing and I love dancing with her and how she'll sometimes wear me and dance or start spinning around with me and we'll spin around until we're dizzy and fall down laughing. I love just sitting in her lap and playing with everything and I love how she almost always understands what I'm trying to say. Sure, she misunderstands sometimes and that's frustrating, but she gets me a lot more than anyone else.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R-BAnAvoCZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/wuwLwhgWj0g/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R-BAnAvoCZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/wuwLwhgWj0g/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179210610434902418" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love Daddy. I love waking up to see he's still next to me in bed or getting up and running out to the living room to find out it's a day he's staying home, where he can read to me and play with me and when we might go bye-bye! I love it when Mommy says he's home from work and I get really excited and start yelling his name and dancing in place and when he opens the door, I cheer and run up to him and I love how he dances with me then!<br /><br />I love reading my books and pointing to the pictures and being told what each one is over and over. I love bellybuttons, especially Mommy's. I love to point to hers and then mine over and over. And I love the scar above her belly button, it makes me laugh to poke it and have her tell me it's a scar. I sometimes want to see the scar she says I came out of, too. She says my belly button is how we were connected when I was in her tummy and I think that's great. Everyone corrects me when I call bellybuttons "dada" though.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-28694914823445094632008-03-04T14:37:00.000-08:002008-03-18T14:42:58.180-07:00I can walk to the van and climb in and get in my carseat all on my own now! I'm still trying to learn to click the chest clip and I do pretty good, but Daddy still has to help me. Today, when he left for work, I said "Bye, Daddy". I usually just wave! Mommy wasn't happy that I drew on the wall today and she washed it all off! My pretty picture!<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vid182.photobucket.com/albums/x110/Xakana/009.flv" height="389" width="430"></embed>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-77323358143390655022008-02-26T15:01:00.000-08:002008-03-18T15:05:09.711-07:00Playgroup!Today Mommy and Daddy woke me up early--they had a surprise, I was going to playgroup! I haven't been there since I was really little. I got to see Khary again and meet some new kids. Mommy said that Nicky is usually there, but today, he and his mommy were doing another playgroup--ironically, back in <span style="font-style: italic;">our</span> city! Playgroup is a nap away, so I guess it mustn't be close by.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R-A8UwvoCWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GBbJ9Aeyecc/s1600-h/007b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R-A8UwvoCWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GBbJ9Aeyecc/s320/007b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179205898855778658" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-70309554020560998122008-02-07T23:44:00.000-08:002008-03-18T14:45:21.544-07:00Off With DaddyMommy was really sick today and so Daddy came home and spent the day with me. Then, when I asked to go bye-bye with him, I got to go! We had fun and ran to the store and back.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-28229994850161910812008-02-04T14:52:00.000-08:002008-03-18T14:59:29.067-07:00Outside<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R-A7AgvoCUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/HxTNoup2T5g/s1600-h/016b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R-A7AgvoCUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/HxTNoup2T5g/s320/016b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179204451451799874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R-A7AgvoCVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oNcYXAalpnY/s1600-h/019b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R-A7AgvoCVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oNcYXAalpnY/s320/019b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179204451451799890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was warm today and I got to have fun exploring my back yard outside!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-11322883761193140942008-01-26T23:47:00.000-08:002008-03-18T14:51:58.313-07:00Political Rally<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R-A5XgvoCTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/h71p7Jy9jss/s1600-h/006b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R-A5XgvoCTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/h71p7Jy9jss/s320/006b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179202647565535538" border="0" /></a><br /></div>This evening, Mommy, Daddy, Grandma and I went to see some man talk that they said used to be president. I liked the music everyone played and I had a fun time playing with Grandma. Mommy said that she went to school there when she was younger. I'm not sure what that is, but she knew the building really well.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-92108117127938133492008-01-11T21:28:00.001-08:002008-01-11T21:29:53.577-08:00Tinkle Time!I've been trying to tell Mommy when I have to pee and today she understood me! I gave her a diaper and she asked if I needed to potty. I agreed and took her to my potty and sat down. Then she helped me get my diaper off and I went tinkle! It was easy!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-74968058014980754102007-12-12T23:47:00.000-08:002007-12-16T09:55:03.638-08:00Oh, sweet reliefMommy had Daddy get this stuff that tastes like candy and she gave it to me and I feel so much better! In fact, I felt so much better, I took a really long nap. I don't know what it was, but I'm happy to have had it!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Yesterday was really bad, I just couldn't seem to feel better no matter what and Mommy and Daddy dragged me out to take pictures, of all things! Oh, WHY? I felt a little better after the pictures, from my teething tablets, but during them, I just wanted it to be over. I did like playing with their little chair, it was neat, and then there was a little boy named Gavin when we left who kept trying to kiss me! Silly boy! But he was funny.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2VlJYljC7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/v0xZUrnxhgo/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2VlJYljC7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/v0xZUrnxhgo/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144629361233824690" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2Vl4YljC8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/F_QKdsuyPSI/s1600-h/002b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2Vl4YljC8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/F_QKdsuyPSI/s320/002b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144630168687676354" border="0" /></a></div></div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-32427712997406999102007-12-10T19:21:00.000-08:002007-12-16T09:31:09.114-08:00Make it stop!!Oh, I'm so miserable! Tooth number eight is coming in, I'm sick, this is awful! Mommy just doesn't get it--nothing is making me feel better. I hurt, I'm stuffed up and all I want to do is sleep, but that means not playing and I can't stand that! I just want to lie here and wait for everything to stop hurting. At least Mommy's trying to make it better. I got to take two baths today, which was great! I love taking baths. I wish I could just hop in whenever I feel like it.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-5146340909208956012007-12-08T09:34:00.000-08:002007-12-16T09:44:03.000-08:00Fun times!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2Vi4oljC1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/2AY-Ul4Pk5E/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2Vi4oljC1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/2AY-Ul4Pk5E/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144626874447760210" border="0" /></a><br />Today we went bowling with Rebecca and Sarah and out to eat afterwards to help Sarah study for a test tomorrow. I had lots of fun running around the bowling alley and playing with Rebecca and felt like being really silly!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2ViUYljCyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4eduCPnfTck/s1600-h/024.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2ViUYljCyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4eduCPnfTck/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144626251677502242" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2VieYljC0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/14OOtnGhjkI/s1600-h/031.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2VieYljC0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/14OOtnGhjkI/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144626423476194114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2ViXYljCzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jo73WBHa10o/s1600-h/030b.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2ViXYljCzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jo73WBHa10o/s320/030b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144626303217109810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2Vjj4ljC2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/7E5-RpWgTTk/s1600-h/034.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2Vjj4ljC2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/7E5-RpWgTTk/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144627617477102434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2VjoYljC3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/czA1TS5HNxk/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2VjoYljC3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/czA1TS5HNxk/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144627694786513778" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2Vjo4ljC4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/6ecIx8kry10/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2Vjo4ljC4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/6ecIx8kry10/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144627703376448386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2VjsoljC5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/qqx9yBm9IZk/s1600-h/038.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2VjsoljC5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/qqx9yBm9IZk/s320/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144627767800957842" border="0" /></a>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160057858815568592.post-11393995859707472002007-12-07T09:31:00.000-08:002007-12-16T09:45:02.976-08:00Ewww!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2VkGIljC6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/L5tCeCp3rac/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un9QQos78zE/R2VkGIljC6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/L5tCeCp3rac/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144628205887622050" border="0" /></a><br />What is this white stuff everywhere? It's cold! I don't like it! Mommy says it's snow. But I did like going out shopping with Mommy and Sarah. Daddy met up with us and Rebecca and we went out to eat afterwards--it was great! I really like Rebecca, she's fun! And I'm always happy to see Daddy when he gets off work.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710952343278124124noreply@blogger.com0